After collecting our food Callie and I make our way to one of the corner booths in the back of the restaurant.
I reach for the fry's emptying them all into a mountainous pile on a tray between us, before handing Callie her Big Mac and grabbing my nuggets.
A few minutes of Silently chowing down half of 'Mount fry more' I clear my throat to ask the million-dollar question.
"What's 'The Devil's Playground?"
Callie's eyes go wide, she begins choking on her burger, feeling bad I offer my icy, vanilla coke, thrusting it into her outstretched hand.
After gulping a few mouthfuls, she breathes normally again.
On a slightly shaking exhale, she answers, "Whys that?"
I shrug my shoulders, not particularly wanting to admit that I was eavesdropping on Hunters private phone calls. "Just something I've been hearing a bit about lately," I mumble playing with my hair, nervously.
Callie nods slowly, "It's difficult to explain," she mutters, frowning.
Her phone chimes with a text, her chocolate eyes lighting up, "Oh! But I can show you!"
With a grin on her face she shoves the remainder of the food back into the bags, grabbing them, "come on," she calls already making her way back to the parking lot.
***
Back in Callie's dorm, we both sit on the edge of her bed staring at the clothes that are covering all of the room's available floor space.
Going onto her knees she starts rifling through a pile of mini dresses.
"What about this one?" She questions holding up a yellow micro mini against her chest, I nod because we both know that whatever she decides to wear she'll look amazing.
She bounces her head in agreement.
Callie strips out of her grey cotton pullover and shimmies into the yellow dress, "zip me?" she glances over her shoulder at me smiling.
I push myself off the bed careful not to tread on any of her beautiful clothes, yanking her zipper up determinedly.
"Now," she grins wickedly. "Time to find something for you."
I glance down at my knee-length plaid skirt and white sweater, defensively asking, "what's wrong with my outfit?"
Callie gives me a slow once over then giggles, "It's fine," she says slowly, "if we were back home and going to Sunday school!"
I'm glaring at her readying to let loose a piece of my mind, but she gets in first pushing me gently out of the way, her eyes start to unfocus slightly, squinting at something behind me in the corner of the room, "that's it!" she whispers, walking past me, "this is the one!" Turning back to me hold an undeniably gorgeous crimson silk micro-mini, with a daringly low neckline.
"Strip!"
"No."
"Now," she warns. "Don't think for one second that I won't undress you!"
I stare blankly at her a moment longer, causing her to take a threatening step forward, jumping back, I growl under my breath pulling the thin summer sweater over my head.
Callie walks over holding the dress, one eyebrow raised.
Obediently I raise my arms above my head for her to slip it over me.
It was obvious that Callie and I were not the same sizes, considering that she was at least 5'11 while I was barely a mere 5'5.
I was self admittedly tiny, but I had an amazing hourglass figure, where Callie was all leg and small breasts.
But this dress seemed to be made for me, ending a few inches below my butt and hugging my figure like an old friend.
Looking in the mirror after Callie had finished with my hair and makeup, I could hardly recognise myself.
"Damn," she whistled, "I knew you were hot, but wow!" she says circling her handiwork. "Let's go sugar! Andy's been waiting outside for the last twenty minutes."