Rhiannon's POV
The music pounded loud enough the girls could hear it from the parking lot.
Lauren wore impressive platform heels, leather pants, and a red bandana tied to make a top. That signature red lip she always wore was coated in a sheen of gloss, and her blue eyes were lined with wings sharp enough to kill a man.
Rhiannon envied her sometimes, that formidable beauty that seemed to keep her from loneliness. She seemed somehow more tame, now, even as a statuesque goddess. Will's patient nature had done a number on Lauren, in the best way.
It made Rhiannon's heart ache, though.
That's not what tonight was about, Rhiannon reminded herself.
Rhiannon caught a glimpse of herself in the deep black tinted doors. Her Doc Martens, tiny, skin tight black shorts, and another black bralette. Her hair fell in cascades over her shoulders and down her back. She, too, wore her signature winged eyeliner, though she didn't consider herself brave enough to wear bright red lipstick.