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stilettos. Lennie’s tracksuit would match what
Sienna was wearing earlier. I notice clothes
more since joining Drag Soc. Sienna’s outfit
clashes with her hair.
I take a breath and prepare myself to be
introduced to more people, but Sienna
steps away from the crowd. “Hey, boys!
The others have all bailed on me. It looks like
it’s a threesome.”
“Oh, I thought those were your friends,” I say,
pointing to the people under the bus shelter.
“No,” says Sienna, “it’s just us. Tonight can be
about making new friends.” Sienna smiles at
Lennie and Lennie smiles at Sienna. I feel like
I should leave them to it.
When we get to the club,
they’re playing Little Mix.
Sienna wants to dance but Lennie doesn’t.
He says, “You two go for it.
I’ll get the drinks in. Rum and Coke?”
“Yes, please,” I say.
“Vodka lemonade for me,” says Sienna
as she takes my hand and leads me
to the dance floor.
It’s a rainbow sea of girls in jumpsuits.
I’m amazed at how well Sienna can dance
in heels; occasionally she puts her hands
on my shoulders to steady herself.
When she’s close like this I study her
makeup, the flick of her black eyeliner,
