Scarlette sat at her vanity. Dressed in a belled out cherry red dress. Going over her pale skin with a powder brush adding a light layer of blush to her cheeks. Setting the brush down she lifted a tube of cherry red lipstick. Pressing it to her soft lips running the stick over them until they were covered in the red color. Scarlatte smiled at herself a moment in the mirror gently fluffy her near ebony locks of her before promptly kissing the mirror. She then stood slowly after pulled a pair of black heels.
The young woman lifted a bottle of perfume and sprayed herself with the lily and lavender scented liquid. Smoothing the gown she wore with her hands as she sighed softly. Grabbing her purse she headed to the front door where a coat rack stood. Pulling on a long black coat and a red hat that matched her dress perfectly, a netted mash fabric going down over her face a bit. It was then that she exited to the house. Scarlette was going out with the girls. They did this at least once a week.
Scarlette smiled brightly and waved at her friends who sat in a blue Cadillac. Quickly she ran to the car and got into the back seat with laughter eminating from the car before she closed the door. In the car sat two blondes and one red head. "So Scarlette, it's your birthday. Where you wanna go?" the girl at the wheel asked a hot blonde with bright green eyes and a heavy New York accent.
Scarlette smiled, "Surprise me..." she said in an airy voice as she sat back with a laugh.
The blonde grinned after placing a cigarette in her mouth. "I know the perfect place." the woman said with a wide grin looking back before driving off.
They arrived at the club within minutes. The group of young women got out and headed inside. They took a table and all ordered their drinks. As they sat in their seats Scarlette promptly lit a cigarette and sat back in her chair. Taking a long drag before allowing the smoke to spill out over her lips as she looked about the club that had already been flooded with people. Music and chatter filling the room.
Scarlette was one of those woman that lit up the entire room. All eyes had been on her as she entered. She was soft and lovely and carried herself with confidence and grace. As she stared off at nothing in particular she continued to smoke her cigarette. Her bright blue eyes watching as people danced and talked in their merriment.