Desperation

Laurie glanced at Dan’s door. Risky. He clearly had some attraction to her... maybe she could persuade him to lend his copy. Laurie considered herself in the mirror: black jeans and a hoody. Maybe she should change first. Flirting to get what she needed felt wrong, but she just didn't have any options right now.

Rummaging through her wardrobe, she pulled out a short dress she had worn on her and Alex last anniversary. She looked great in that one... But no. Suddenly knocking on Dan’s door in a tight, sexy dress would be as obvious as it would be cringey. Laurie looked again, and grabbed her little jogging shorts and a tight vest top. After changing, she examined her outfit. The shorts covered her butt and not much more. The vest she usually wore under something else, and the edges of her bra was visible. 'OK. I just look like I've been to the gym'.

Laurie pulled her hair into a ponytail and paused. Maybe a little make-up would help? Stepping into the bathroom, she applied eyeliner, then searched the back of the cupboard for anything else - it had been years since she had last worn it like this. Mascara? 'Perfect.' Lipgloss? 'Where did I get that? Might as well...'

Outfit complete, Laurie gave herself a final look over. Shiny pink lips, dark eyes, and way more flesh on show than she’d ever normally consider. 'I am so fucked if he won’t help me' she mused, and strode into the kitchen barefoot. She tapped on Dan’s door, and a question occurred to her: 'If I’d been at the gym, would I be wearing so much make-up?'