Chapter 142: The Girls Night Out III
Gregory’s Pub, Central London
Sam got in the ’cab,’ Bill looked at her at the driver’s seat that weekend. "Where to, Dr. Gray?" the man asked, noticing her attire. Sam smiled, "we’re going to a pub tonight, Bill, and we’ll have to pick up Elle along the way." she said, wrapping her leather jacket closer to her body.
Minutes later, Elle hops in the seat beside Sam, greeting the familiar driver a good evening. Sam eyes the file in her assistant’s hand, "Work?" she asked. Elle shook her head in response and handed the file to the redhead, "Background check," she answered, earning a curious brow from the redhead. Why would she need it? "Just take a look at it." the brunette insisted, and Sam did so. Sam opened the file, and there on the first page was a picture of Lea Powell.
Not long after they arrived at their destination, Paramore’s ’Still into you" was playing in the background when Sam walked in with Elle in tow. The two of them were dolled up for the night; Sam in a black leather jacket over her red top and skin-tight jeans and heels. Elle in a low neck red wrapped dress and stilettos. The redhead invited her closest female friend; of course, there was no harm to that. They were both off duty the day after anyway.
Janet raised her hand in the crowd noticing the two women walk in from the entrance. A smile spread wide on her small face; her cheeks were rosy from drinking—her body swaying with the music.
Sam smiled, joining the other girls at the table in the corner of the room. There were six of them: Her, Janet, Lisa, Elle, Lea and a woman named Clarice. Break-up stories were exchanged, bad dates, worse sex, and all that she-bang.
Sam was far from drunk, but she did have enough alcohol in her system to plot something devious. Like a new experiment, something she can do for her thesis. She wondered how many free drinks their table will receive, seeing as most of them were dressed for the occasion. And single men tend to prey on a group of beautiful women.
All were having fun, and Lisa expressed how much she missed drinking her ass off and not worrying about a hangover the next morning. She expressed her happiness in her domestic life, of course. Although, admittedly, she could use more excitement. She wanted to travel more, but it was more difficult since she and her husband had a five-year-old to look after. And they could barely have a decent date night, both of them very busy in their jobs.
Lea turned to Sam; she scrutinized the younger woman beside her. She really could wear a trash bag and still make it look hot. The redhead was toned and had curves in the right places, not only that her skin glowed with youth under the dimly lit room. Lea mentally wondered if she had any plastic surgery done since she could easily afford it. But then again, her brother was Ivan Fredricksen, and he had always been good looking based on his photos of him in business and tech magazines growing up. And from what Lea gathered, from stalking her ex’s current girlfriend, her late mother used to model when she was alive. So, she could only assume that the redhead was naturally beautiful.
"How is he? Still keeping body parts in the fridge?" Lea asked, meaning Levi. Sam smiled nodding. "Yes, he still does," she confirmed, earning a giggle from the curly blonde. She could go on with how they dissolved a carcass with hydrofluoric acid just hours ago, but she decided not to share that, knowing they wouldn’t appreciate it.