“Hooters? How am I gonna find him in Hooters without being noticed?” Claude complained to the gloves. And without missing a beat Claude felt her hands move with a life of their own and the same sparkling dust that she had seen so much of I the last hour or so began to flow form her gloved finger tips, falling around her and changing her clothes into those of, “A Hooters waitress?” She put her hands on her hips and scowled at the gloves in her reflection, “You have a weird sense of humor, you know that?”
A half hour later, Claude exited her car dressed in a pair of white, waist high, short shorts, and a red tank top. She tripped slightly as she tried to stand in her new white platform heels, but quickly recovered. As she checked her makeup, and the messy up do her hair was styled in, she thought to herself how the gloves always seemed to pick a red and white color scheme for her outfits, unless they were messing with her. She had figured this out when she had used her new magic to try and create a series of different outfits for herself, trying to make something that didn’t show off her figure or so much skin, an the gloves blocked her at all turns. “Well lets do this,” she told herself as she began to mince her way inside the restaurant, her long heels and platform shoes not letting her walk properly.
Upon entering Claude looked around and wondered, “Okay which one of you is Dave Bannister?” And as if on cue his gloved hand did the maneuver he was becoming so used to and produced a card.
“The skinny one in the corner.”
“Thanks, I guess,” Claude whispered as she made her way over to the corner booth, where a red haired, skinny, freckled face boy sat. He must have just turned 21 to get the beer he was nursing. This made his impending death all the sadder for Claude and she sighed as he sat down across from him. “Hi, how are you?”
Dave’s eyes went wide at the beauty across from him. Why would she be interested in him, he thought as his mouth slowly fell to the floor.
Claude reached across and closed his jaw for him. She had decided to try and be friends with hi in order to find out what type of girl he liked, and then take it from there. Heck it was the best plan he could come up with. And the only plan. “Let’s try another tactic,” she smiled getting his heart pumping. “What’s your name?”
“Dave,” he whispered through a dry mouth. “What’s yours?”
“Mine? Uh, mine – my name is, uh my name is…”
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