111 It Was Going To Be A Long Nigh

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"So Bridget, what is it you do?" Tasha Turner asked, bringing a glass of wine to her lips and taking a cool sip. Her brown eyes glowed in the soft light of the restaurant. Tasha hoped that their food would be out soon and vaguely wondered what was keeping Tina. Shelly, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind that Tina was gone; she bided her time by teasing Courtney and Melvin with giggly questions.

"I'm Brenda. That's Bridget," the blonde replied in a low voice, cutting her eyes and pointing at her twin.

Tasha shrugged; it wasn't like it was HER fault that the two twins were identical in both looks and dress tonight. Tasha thought there was no reason to get offended, but Brenda seemed hopelessly irritable for some odd reason. Perhaps because Brenda's date seemed more interested in her twin sister. Tasha, personally, would take either one of them or better: both at the same time. She enjoyed the mental visualization she had of creating a reversed, naked female Oreo.

Hearing her name, Bridget turned and said, "Yes?"

"Nothing," said Brenda curtly and turned her attention to her wine glass. Bridget shrugged.

Oblivious to this conversation, Richie Golding felt his hand swatted away from what he thought was Brenda's upper thigh. He started.

"Richie, what are you doing?" the twin said under her breath, turning towards him.

"Sorry, Brenda. I thought..."

"Brenda? I'm Bridget. She's Brenda," Bridget whispered harshly.

"Yes?" Brenda replied, turning towards them.

"Nothing," said Bridget. Brenda's eyes narrowed.

Richie groaned. He wasn't even drunk yet, and he couldn't keep track of who was who. It was going to be a long night.@@