"You know where they're taking you?" Ruby sat the brush on the vanity. "Might be the night." She gently bit her lower lip and smiled, watching me accusatorily.
I looked at Ruby through the mirror as she helped me with my hair. The guys and I were skipping the graduation ceremony, opting instead for whatever it was they had planned. They said to dress formally but nothing too expensive. I'd chosen a tight, short black dress that showed a lot of thigh and just enough cleavage to make them salivate. Although we had discussed the group thing, we never actually went through with it; though, the thought of eight hands ravaging my body certainly made me want it to happen. The anticipation of it happening was killing me. Maybe tonight was the night.
"I haven't the slightest idea." I turned my head to the side to look at my hair. "You should have been a hairstylist. And no, I don't think it'll be the night."