the creator [harlow]

[JUDITH CONSTANCE BARTHOLOMEW]

Trying to find a dress for her was like trying to find a needle in the haystack. It wasn't that she was picky about her clothes. She just felt uncomfortable. In the end, she was standing in Harlow's room with a skin tight, teal mini dress that clung to her small curves and then some nude heels she had saved from a while back. Her hair was it's usual bed head messy way but with a thin, twisted silver head band in it to make her seem more feminine. She let Harlow do her make up which turned into smokey eyeshadow with thick eyeliner to make her eyes pop and a very light tone for her lips to balance it all out.

One look in the mirror, and for the first time in about six months, she felt the way she looked on the outside: amazing. Her smile only grew as they walked right by everyone and into the night club. Judith was only eighteen and she just recently turned eighteen. She was a teeny bopper compared to the nineteen + people in attendance but it didn't seem to matter. This was her first time in a night club. She was going to just relax and have fun because if she didn't, she'd go crazy about how many sins she was committing by just wearing that dress and feeling the way she did. She was suppose to be simple not filled with make up and form fitting clothing.

At the bar, she sat herself next to Harlow, hesitating when she decided crossing her long and, for once, bare legs was alright or the world would see her tiny panties. A thong. She went shopping before and bought a bit of a new wardrobe so now the only thing between her body and the dress with the world was a thin layer of barely-there lace. She bit her lip as she looked at the drink placed before her. It was in a tall glass and was ruby red with a little umbrella on it. It looked almost like a slushie and she shrugged, believing it was, and took a drink. It tasted fruity, tangy, and burned but only slightly. She didn't think of it, though. It was a Margarita and she didn't even know it, "So this is like...what you and your friends used to do for fun? Go to clubs and dance and drink slushies?" she asked in that twangy voice of her's that screamed New Yorker.

She was looking around, her pale cheeks turning as bright as her drink as looks were tossed in her direction. She probably looked stupid and too young. She was eighteen for Gandi's sake! She had such short hair and she had no chest or ass or as many curves. Who was she kidding? They were probably starring at Harlow. She was gorgeous all around. How could someone not stare at her? Jude on the other hand...was average. Her full lips were probably her biggest asset and she only knew this because 'lips' was a nickname of her's in high school since she had the biggest lips anyone had ever seen. She continued to drink though, looking at Harly constantly for guidance on how she could act. She knew how to thrive in situations where temptation wasn't so damn high and the pressure wasn't on and others weren't starring at her like a chunk of meat. This was one of those situations where she simply felt it was a bit of a lose lose and she felt horrible for Harlow who had to put up with her own stupidity.

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TAGGED TO HARLOW
SORRY IT SUCKS ASS AND IS SO SHORT <3.

[harlow lorraine golightly]

judith was not at all the type of girl harlow would befriend. she was the polar opposite of harlow in most respects. naive, religious, moral. there wasn't all that much that linked the two, but hey, opposites attract, right? well, in this case it had more to do with harlow wanting to help. while harlow was hardly charitable in most respects, there was nothing she hated more than seeing people get used, pushed over. sure, she'd done her share of using others, but she hated seeing people actually change themselves for someone. she had always been headstrong and a bit on the rebellious side. if she could helps someone be themselves, she would damn well do it. besides, it wouldn't really damper her plans in anyway. a crazy night alone, or one with judith tagging along, didn't make much of a difference.

she had invited judith up to her penthouse suite to search through the bulk of her closet for something to wear. the search, however, took much longer than expected. while it was expected with the amount of clothing harlow had managed to fit into her closet, it was rather difficult to find something, mostly because their difference in appearance. while they both were of the same height, harlow being an inch or so taller, jude was a bit of a twig and ended up swimming in most the clothing. harlow on the other hand, dressed herself quickly, pulling the red dress from her closet swiftly and pulling it on. she smoothed out the material, glancing in the mirror before taking a seat on the edge of her bed, waiting for jude to pick something that she actually liked.

THIS IS NOT FINISHED. but i'm sleepy and wanna go to bed XD