A Girl's Best Friend

"Hang on, let me say goodbye."

Glenys turned her glare on Luscious and the others. "Make it fast." She stalked to the stairs.

"Uh oh, looks like someone had a nasty time, and not in a good way." Luscious hugged Ryanna. "Honey, you and I should go shopping sometime. If you're planning to come back here, and I hope you are, you'll need to dress the part."

"I don't know if I'll be back, but shopping would be fun."

"Well, then, give me your number and I'll call you to set it up. Hang on." Luscious scurried over to the DJ booth and wheedled a pen and pad of paper, then came back and handed them to Ryanna. "Cell number, home number, whatever will be easiest to get hold of you."

Ryanna wrote down her cell and handed back the paper and pen. "Can I have your number?"

"Better to let me get hold of you. I have roommates who sometimes don't deliver messages, and I don't give out my cell often. I'll call, I promise."

"Okay." Ryanna hid her disappointment. She wanted to believe Luscious would call; she'd had fun with her, and it would be nice to hang out somewhere more neutral. But people always said, "I'll call you" and then didn't.

* * * *

Luscious did.

Midweek, when Ryanna was thanking heaven that there were only two days left before the weekend, her cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but since it was local she answered anyway. "Hey, girlfriend." Luscious's voice was immediately recognizable. "Know who this is?"

"Luscious. How are you?"

"Good guess, honey. I'm dandy, thanks. How about you?"

"It's been a hell of a long week."

"Yeah? Poor baby. Maybe we can get manis and pedis this weekend while we're out shopping. That is, if you'd like to go."

"Absolutely." A little retail therapy would definitely improve her mood. "When and where?"