Claire had outright said no.
Elsie suspected it had something to do with the unopened package of raw cookie dough in the fridge, but her best blonde friend was determined not to leave the apartment. For a woman who was so focused and professional, junk food was such a strange undoing for the Bishop woman. Elsie had left Claire in her sweatshirt, pajama pants, and nerdy glasses. Claire had been settling down with a glass of red wine in front of the television, but Elsie knew her friend would be less classy as soon as she left. She'd eat half the food in their apartment, blog, and then cry. Like any other Friday night.
Elsie had little room to talk. Class had flown out the door as soon as she had stepped out of her closet. If looks could kill, she'd certainly be charged for murder tonight. It had been awhile since she had been able to go out, and because Claire wasn't going, she felt she could really let loose. Claire was just... so responsible. Elsie understood Claire's need - the girl was a spy for the American Ministry. Partying wasn't exactly a smart risk to take. But Elsie had an insatiable need for drinks, dancing, and dirty talking. So she would be going out.
Decked out in a revealing dress of her own, Elsie moved through the party in search for her backup blonde. Ash was a good girl - and by good, Elsie meant that she partied well. The girls had hit it off in America, meeting in a club where there had not been a good man to take home, no matter how distorted their beer goggles got. The experience had garnered a fairly reliable party partnership, and Elsie was excited to explore the British scene with Ash.
A flash of blonde. Elsie whipped around, holding tight to her martini glass sporting a strange, bright purple liquid. She hurried between the crowd, squeezing past a handsome individual who gave her a promising look. She'd have to chase that lead later. She finally reached Ash and she threw an arm up. "Hey, sexy! You came out in your big girl's clothes! Now it's a party!"