137. Prom preparation
On a summer morning, the soft sunlight shines through the glass windows of the hall to the dining table, and a man in a white shirt is inhaling noodles in a storm, the thin red oil making him sweat profusely, and his handsome cheeks flushed, but he can't help but let out a hearty moan.
Holden took the last sip of the noodle soup, dropped the mirror-smooth noodle bowl, and slapped his belly with a sigh of satisfaction.
Dean wiped the oil off the table and looked at the thick bags under his eyes and the rough stubble on his chin,
"The Red Dragon Club case isn't over yet? At what stage? β
"Come on, Bradley Lincoln has taken everyone to search all of Las Vegas, but they have found nothing."
"However, he not only investigated the Red Dragon Club case, but also looked through all the homicide files received by LVPD from last year to this year, including the James Lowe father and son case and the Abby case..."
"What does he want to do with these irrelevant old cases?" Dean got up and walked to the glass window in the hall and looked at the vegetation in the yard,
"You cleaned up the scene very well, and I helped you get the finishing touches again, and as long as you don't mess around in Las Vegas lately, Bradley won't get any valuable leads."
Holding his chin with his fingers interlocked, he looked at his friend's silent back and shook his head, and for a moment his eyes were complicated
"And he hasn't mentioned anything about it so far, and he's likely to leave in disgrace soon."
Dean rubbed his temples, his expression still tense.
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it for you. By the way, I have one more important piece of news for you," Holden paused, "in another week, almost mid-June, my 'exile' will be over, and it's time to return to Quantico, Virginia, to continue my Fbi job and study criminal psychology with my old colleagues." β
"So fast, isn't it a few months until a year and a half?" Dean's face was full of surprise,
"I behaved well during this time, my sentence was commuted, and I was 'released from prison' early." Holden smiled with relief and got up and patted Dean on the shoulder, only to find that this high school student had grown more burly and tall than himself in less than a year, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression.
"That's all for today, I should go back to the bureau and come back to you for dinner before leaving."
"I'll give you a ride."
Dean changed his clothes and drove Holden away.
Then, as agreed, he drove the car to Grechen's house and picked up his girlfriend and Abby.
"You know, my parents are probably going to be on TV." Abby sat in the back row and immediately danced with her eyebrows.
"What's going on?" Gretchen asked curiously, "Did your parents win the lottery?" β
"Some time ago, an East Coast program team came to my house to interview about the case I was wronged last year." Abby explains, "They specialize in bizarre folklore stories. β
That case from last year?
Dean recalls it as the case of the Eater of the Dead.
"Wait, isn't that case a secret at the LVPD?" Dean was surprised, "Where did the East Coast program team know the inside information?" β
"I don't know," Abby shook her head, "but there are no impermeable walls." β
"Then what did your family talk about with the program team?" Dean asked instead,
"Haha, the main thing is to express my gratitude to you." Abby looked serious, "If Dean hadn't reached out and grabbed my 'clone', I would have to spend the rest of my life in prison." β
"I take your gratitude," Dean said solemnly, glancing at Abby's smile in the rearview mirror, "but thank me, the next time someone interviews me, don't mention me a word, you know I'm used to keeping a low profile." β
"Well, life-saver, I promise you."
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After a small interlude.
The trio arrived at the mall.
Today is the weekend.
The shopping mall is bustling with people, especially the seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school students, who are dressed up and frolicking, or couples carrying large and small bags with a smile on their faces.
Through the corner of the wrap, the smooth silhouette of the new dress is faintly visible.
In June, Las Vegas high school graduates, both public and private, begin to choose their prom outfits.
As the most formal prom in high school, everyone will do their best to express themselves perfectly.
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"Hey, pretty ladies and dudes, are you all ready?" Jenny, the black girl sitting on the side of the street, walked with her head full of dirty braids and grabbed Abby and Gretchen's arms, and smiled brightly.
And behind her, Britney, Rust, Baker, smiled and waved.
"Let's go, guys, pick out new clothes!"
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"So, you're reconciled to Britney?" Dean looked at Britney, who was holding hands with her good sister in front of her, and gave a thumbs up to Rust, who had a shy smile on his face and shook his head,
"Not yet, Britney said look at my performance!"
"That's a play, come on."
The group entered a clothing store called Nancy's in the mall and asked the girls to choose formal ball dresses.
The shelves are hung with all kinds of ball dresses, in a variety of colors and styles, and the prices are not expensive, ranging from fifty to two hundred dollars.
The four women were as excited as if they had entered a jewelry store, biting their ears and chattering, selecting, discussing, and then fitting on clothes.
"Look at me, how about this?!"
Jenny boldly changed into a death Barbie pink dress with a single layer of lotus ruffles, and a hearty smile appeared on her dark-skinned face, and her big white teeth shook the eyes of her friends.
"It's suffocating, it's brighter than the sun in the sky," Baker boasted desperately as if he didn't want money, put his arm around his girlfriend, and his voice changed, "But it's not a good thing to be too sharp, I think you can try an elegant and noble style." β
Baker pointed to a long light blue dress next to him.
"This one is very good."
"Everybody thinks so?" Jenny was obviously reluctant to carry the hem of her skirt,
"The light blue one is more suitable for you," Dean rubbed his chin and spoke boldly, the dark skin with the death Barbie powder is too lethal and too riotous, and it is easy to attract hatred when wearing this body to the ball.
βOKγβ
"What about me?" Britney was wearing a white dress, the upper body was a lace-trimmed waist corset, delicate collarbones, snow-white skin was undoubtedly exposed, and half a full arc was faintly exposed, and the lower skirt had several circles of textured fluffy skirts.
And the flowing blonde hot body, coupled with a delicate and cute face with a little crampedness, makes her both cute and sexy.
"Welcome to Her Royal Highness Snow White." Abby followed Jenny and Gretchen in an exaggerated curtsy bow.
And the eyes of the three boys flashed with amazement.
"What's the daze? Say a few nice words in the past! Dean, who was the first to wake up, pushed Rust, who had a straight eye, in front of Britney.
The girl looked at him with her hands behind her waist and her eyes shining,
"You, uh, shine brighter than the stars in the night!" Rust was at a loss for words at this time, and said a few words clumsily, and his face flushed with embarrassment, "I'll buy this one and give it to you!" β
"It's okay, I'll buy it myself later." A hint of disappointment flashed in Britney's eyes, and she shook her head with a smile, "Well, you need money more." β
"Don't worry, I'm not short of money." Rust blushed violently as if he had been stimulated,
"Hey, man, don't rush to make a decision." Dean walked over and put his arm around Rust's shoulder, "Let your girlfriend pick and choose." β
"Sister, you're still one haircut away from a real princess." Jenny and the three of them also took the gel water and curling iron and took Britney into the fitting room at the right time.
"Thanks, man," Rust looked gratefully at Dean who had helped him out, "but trust me, I'll have a lot of money." β
Baker walked up from behind and put his arm around his left shoulder, "I don't mean anything else, but where do you get your money?" β
In the memories of the two, Rust lost his mother and his family went bankrupt, so he could only live in Dean's house, and only earned a few hundred dollars a month from working at the shooting range.
Rust looked at the shaky shield in the fitting room and said hesitantly,
"Some time ago, when I was off work from the Struggle Field Range, someone came to me and asked me how Grace was killed."
"Who?" Dean inexplicably thought of the new FBI, "Is it a skinny and tall brunette man?" β
Rust shook his head, "A female lawyer, who promised to help me claim compensation from El Daris, who killed Grace. β
"But isn't Al dead?"
But he left behind a lot of legacy, such as the Red Dragon Club building, bank deposits and stocks. The fact that he killed Grace is clear, and according to that lawyer's opinion, I can get at least $100,000 out of this lawsuit. Rust gritted his teeth and muttered, "I'm going to sue him as soon as I graduate." β
"I'm 100% behind you, just say whatever you need me to do." Baker and Dean said at the same time, "If you get this money, the tuition fees for community college and police academy will be settled in the future." β
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The three of them were talking.
Several girls walked out of the fitting room one after another.
The bangs on Britney's face are all tied back and combed with a simple princess hair, which adds a touch of fairy spirit to her cuteness and sexiness.
And Abby's hair over the neck was coiled at the back of her head, and she changed into a flamenco-style light white dance dress with ruffles and a super long skirt, the slender willow waist was particularly conspicuous, and the previous airport also had a touch of exquisite ups and downs, with a delicate and smooth little face, with a kind of delicate and smooth little face, there is a kind of delicate girl next door.
But the most eye-catching of the girls is the last.
Gretchen's skirt was simple, without any fancy ornamentation, just a black sleeveless bodycon dress.
But the thrilling curves, slender thighs, jade-like white and smooth skin, and beautiful facial features are perfectly combined into a youthful and invincible sexy goddess.
All three boys had hot cheeks to see.
Shh
A passing man outside the store accidentally glanced at it and immediately gave a loud whistle.
"The four great beauties really make me and other ordinary people ashamed of themselves." Baker sighed and glanced at Dean and Rust, "Let's go play by ourselves." β
Abby was rarely praised by the opposite sex, and was very happy, covering her mouth and giggling.
Gretchen spun around generously and continued to show it, and Dean realized that there was a secret hidden behind her simple skirt - completely revealing her smooth back.
"I'm going to die." Dean looked straight at Gretchen, clutched his chest pompously, took two steps back as if he had been pierced by an arrow, gasped sharply, his voice trembled, and then reached out to touch the air like a blind man, "I can't breathe, I can't see." God, my eyes are blinded by boundless beauty, ladies, come and heal me! β
βcome onγβ
Rust looked at the two friends who were performing exaggeratedly with envy, he was obviously not stupid, but he was in a mess when he faced his sweetheart.
"Bold! Three pawns! Jenny, in the pale blue dress, crossed her hands and held her head high like an African queen, and ordered them, "Don't come and put on shoes for the queens!" β
βYes queenοΌβ
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After two hours of grinding in the women's clothing store, the girls bought the dance dress and high heels, and spent an average of about 200 dollars, which they eventually paid for themselves, and there is no rule that a boy must pay for a woman.
Then it was Dean's turn to choose a suit for the ball, and the process was more generic.
Suits don't have as many patterns as prom dresses, and they are more cookie-cutter.
And the prom is always about girls.
So the speed of the three people is super fast, and basically one person tries two or three sets and chooses.
Because the prom is a very formal occasion, Baker, who has always preferred individuality, did not choose those bells and whistles.
He honestly bought a black suit, tie, and leather shoes with Dean and Rust, and the cost was about the same as that of a girl.
In addition, Rust and Baker also borrowed the hair wax in the store to comb their fluffy and curly instant noodles and pot lid into shiny oil heads that look like mature adults.
Dean's black hair is too short to handle.
But the inverted triangle figure allowed him to hold up the suit perfectly, which made the girls shine again and again.
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Three spirited guys and four youthful girls left the clothing store and went straight to the flower shop for a few laps.
According to tradition, in addition to the suit and prom skirt, the boys also need to wear a collar flower on the blazer and the girl wears a hand flower.
And it is best for a pair of dance partners to have the same suit.
However, because the shelf life of this thing is extremely short, they are now just here to pick a rough color, wait until the day of the dance to buy the collar flowers and hand flowers and put them in the refrigerator to keep them fresh.
Dean and Gretchen quickly chose the blue tulips.
Baker and Jenny picked the red roses.
Rast Britney white chrysanthemum.
"What color did you choose?" Britney curiously asks Abby that she is the only one of the seven who has not invited a male dance partner, so who should she match the color with?
"You'll know when the time comes." Abby smiled mysteriously and quietly glanced back, "Anyway, my ugly duckling couldn't invite a dance partner, so I can only borrow the boyfriends of the White Swan sisters to dance, any color." β
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"We're going to have to rent a car, and on the day of the dance, we'll go to someone's house to put on makeup, get ready, and then head to the venue." Leaving the florist, Baker came up with a bold idea, "I think Ferrari is good. β
"Are you stupid, can a Ferrari fit seven people?" Jenny rolled her eyes,
"The extended Lincoln is big enough for seven of us." Britney offered another idea, "Well, then go to my house and put on makeup together?" β
"Guys, can you do it?" Dean felt that lengthening Lincoln was too high-profile, "Don't we all have cars?" Why rent a car and pack big? β
"The prom is one of the most important proms of our lives, and we never went to it in previous years!" Gretchen strangled his neck in dissatisfaction, "You have to satisfy yourself in a luxury car." β
"I know you like to keep a low profile, but your worries are unnecessary, when the time comes, the venue will be full of luxury cars rented by students, and at night, no one will care what other people drive." Britney's gentle advice,
"That's right, our school is a poor public high school, unlike other private schools that can hold graduation balls on the top floor of luxury hotels and cruise ships, and we don't have so many seafood dinners, renting a luxury car is our last dignity!"
Rust held out his hand, and the remaining six hands were placed on the back of his hand
"It's decided to lengthen Lincoln!"
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Dean shook his head and smiled, "Then everyone, I'll pay for the rental car." β
He still has more than 100,000 lying in the account and has not come in handy.
"Ahhhh Jenny opened her mouth in jealousy and bit it, as if she was going to bite off a piece of his meat, "I don't care, I'm going to slaughter you nouveau riche before graduation!" β
Everyone nodded in agreement, and six pairs of eyes aimed at Dean.
The latter put his hands around his chest and smiled fearlessly,
"Let the horses come, I can bear it!"
(End of chapter)