Lorna stared at her reflection in the mirror. How Alex had convinced her to do this was beyond her. Something about testing herself. The only reason that she agreed was to see Alex's face and to see him proud. So that's what left Lorna standing in her apartment, staring at her reflection. She didn't look like herself. She wore a skin-tight white dress with black accents that hugged her curves and made her feel self-conscious. The straps crossed in the back and the bottom of the dress hugged just below her bottom. She was covered, but barely.
What was even more unlike her was her hair. The blonde tresses were spun up into an up-do with false bangs hanging into her face. She'd bought one of those temporary hair colour highlight wants and she'd added some green highlights into her hair. And there was her make-up. Normally wearing light, natural looking make-up, Lorna had applied heavy make-up. Her green eyes looked dark and dangerous. She looked dangerous. She was dangerous.
But more than that, Lorna was terrified. This would be one of the hardest exercises in control that she'd ever done. Besides, she was wearing a pair of black stiletto heels and she never really did well in them. Slowly, Lorna left her apartment, and took a cab to the club Alex had suggested. It wasn't as busy as some clubs, and she might succeed here.
Several minutes later, Lorna lurked on the edges of the club, watching the people on the dance floor. She had to admit, this DJ did have a talent. The beat was good. She almost wanted to dance. Sighing, Lorna ordered a drink, probably a little too heavy on the alcohol and she downed it quickly. She did that several times. She knew better than to drink to much. It made her even more unstable than usual.
Lorna stumbled on her heels, nearly falling. Suddenly, she felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. The club was instantly plunged into darkness. She knew something like this would happen. Lorna pressed into the wall and tried to keep herself from further control.