[ WP ] Imagine a world where dating and job hunting are switched . Dating now involves sending emails and resumes , while people seeking employment frequent the hottest clubs .

`` You are not wearing that.'' Frankie stated, not as an order or a command, as a simple fact of the universe. 
 
 `` Come on, why not?'' Amelia asked, looking down at her outfit. Admittedly it was a rush job, having spent the day updating her resume, but even to her untrained eye, it still looked good. More important, it felt good. 
 
 `` I told you before, no trousers.'' Frankie got up off her bed, and made his way to the small wardrobe crammed in the corner of the room. He took out a sleek black skirt, and shoved into her hands. `` Looks more professional, and your legs are to die for.'' 
 
 Amelia sighed. `` But these are so much more comfy, and it's freezing out there!'' She reached out to get boots from the shoe stand, when Frankie grabbed her hand. 
 
 `` Whoa, you can not wear be thinking about wearing those.'' He guided her hand to a pair of formal pumps, which she reluctantly picked up. `` Honestly, what would you do without me?'' 
 
 She looked at them, and before she could stop myself, tears started brimming in her eyes. `` These were the shoes I was wearing when... When-'' She grabbed the bottle of wine that was balanced precariously on the bed, and started downing a large portion of it. 
 
 `` Oh shit, I'm so sorry!'' Frankie said. He picked another pair of shoes, and quietly swapped them for the ones in Amelia's hand, before giving her a hug. 
 
 Amelia rubbed her eyes, taking great care not to smudge her mascara. `` Thanks for all your help Frankie, but I just do n't know if I'm ready for this yet. I mean, is it too soon?'' 
 
 Frankie gave her a quick squeeze on the shoulder, as the two sat on the bed. `` Trust me doll, it's always a good idea to get back to the job hunting scene as quick as possible. You remember when I got fired and did n't get back to job hunting for a month? How I nearly lost my apartment? If it was n't for you or Jess, I might have never got back into the scene. I might have been one of those saddos who find a job online!'' 
 
 `` Hey, do n't.'' Amelia said. `` You know that's how Jess found her job, and I will not have you two fighting, not like last time.'' 
 
 Frankie rolled his eyes, but made no argument. Instead he busied himself by opening another bottle of wine, and laying out some other clothes. He knew that a slightly smarter blouse and a slightly newer looking blazer could work miracles, on both employers and self confidence. 
 
 The doorbell rang. `` Speak of the devil...'' Frankie said, before a glare from Amelia silenced him. `` Fine. I'll go get it, you get dressed.'' He poured himself a glass of wine, and made his way slowly to the front door. 
 
 Jess stood outside, a pair of slacks and a faded buttoned shirt creating her ensemble. `` Hey Bimbo.'' She greeted Frankie, before walking in. 
 
 `` Hey Dweeb.'' Frankie replied to the air in front of him, as he shut the door. 
 
 `` How's the patient?'' Jess asked, taking a bottle of vodka from her handbag. 
 
 Frankie got shot glasses from the small kitchen and placed them on the windowsill. `` She's having second thoughts, apparently.'' 
 
 Jess started pouring shots. `` She does n't have to if she does n't want to. I did n't have to.'' 
 
 Frankie smirked. `` I know, we talked about that, very briefly.'' 
 
 Jess rose her eyebrow, before taking a shot. She winced, and shook her head to keep the buzz away. `` You're out of luck today, Bim. Nothing you can say today can make me feel down, I got a call back.'' 
 
 `` No way, really?'' Frankie nearly coughed up his drink. `` Great job! Y'know, for a viewee.'' 
 
 `` Make as many jokes as you want, I do n't care. This guy is the one, and I have him eating out of my hands.'' 
 
 `` So what type of interview is it?'' 
 
 Jess looked away, suddenly embarrassed. `` Not that it matters, but it's a group interview.'' 
 
 Frankie grinned, but before he could say anything, the door slammed open and Amelia walked out, heels clicking and her smart outfit complimented by her even smarter hair bun. `` Alright, bitches, let's go!'' She said, a near empty bottle of wine dangling from her hand, precariously ready to drop at any moment. 
 
 Frankie and Jess shared a quick glance. It was going to be a long night. 
 
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 `` I never should have listened to you.'' Amelia rubbed her hands and breathed into them, in a desperate attempt to keep warm. `` I'm freezing my fucking tits off.'' She looked ahead in the line, and was relieved to see that the trio were very near the entrance. 
 
 Frankie laughed, and gave her a hug. `` Come on, at least you're not like that lot.'' He said, pointing to a group of men and woman in swimwear. `` They must have got wind that there's a lifeguard job opening at the gym.'' He lowered his sunglasses and stared at some of the more sculpted specimens. `` I'm certainly not complaining.'' 
 
 `` Ah, but would it look good on your resume?'' Jess asked. 
 
 `` Well, when you have a resume as big as mine, you can afford to be more... Selective with your editing. You should try it sometime, dweeb.'' 
 
 Before Jess could retort, Amelia spoke up. `` Oh my god guys, can we please just have one fun night? No dating talk, no resumes, let's just be ourselves and have fun!'' 
 
 Jess and Frankie shared the a knowing look, the type of look that knows that tomorrow it will be someone's job to remind an incredibly hung over Amelia what happened the night before. 
 
 When the three of them finally entered Synergy, they made their way to the Proactive room. This was the room where the dancing was only outmatched by the drinks. Amelia and Frankie made their way to the bar, while Jess went to the dance floor. 
 
 `` Hey, can I get a couple of Holistic Approaches over here?'' Frankie said, immediately getting the attention of the bartender. He and Amelia then downed their drinks, and got to scanning the room. 
 
 `` What about her?'' Frankie pointed at a man who looked to be in his mid fifties, dressed in a stylish and smart suit. 
 
 Amelia shook her head. `` He is well too well dressed, he must be looking for a job.'' She turned around and ordered a paradigm slammer. 
 
 Frankie nodded, and pointed to a woman in her late 30s, who looked professional, but not desperate. `` Her?'' 
 
 Amelia stared at her, trying to overcome her blurred vision. `` I do n't know, she seems a bit... Intimidating?'' 
 
 `` Darling, she could be your new boss, it's her job to be intimidating.'' 
 
 `` Maybe I should take a bit more liquid courage...'' Amelia said. She then looked at Frankie, and had one of those rare drunken epiphanies that were actually sensible. She got up, wobbled a bit in her heels, then headed over to the woman. 
 
 Jess made her way over to Frankie, sweat dripping from her face. `` Hey, having fun?'' She asked him. 
 
 `` Oh yes.'' He replied. Jess turned to see what he was looking at, and saw a raver dejected man in speedos walking away from a group of peers in casual wear. `` Easy pickings.'' 
 
 `` Urgh, please, are you that desperate to go looking for a guy at a club?'' Jess swirled the Transmedia in her hand, smirking. `` What am I saying, of course you are.'' 
 
 Frankie glared at her. `` Yeah, that would be pretty sad of me, almost like applying for a job online or something!'' 
 
 `` At least I do n't act like a creepy predator.'' 
 
 `` That's not fair. I'm better at meeting people face-to-face, never been good with resumes and interviews.'' 
 
 `` And I've never been good at talking to people, but if I was half as good at it as you, I would n't waste my talent on depressed hot guys.'' 
 
 `` Who's a depressed hot guy?'' Amelia returned, a sheepish grin on her face. 
 
 `` How'd it go, darling?'' Frankie asked, attention all on his friend now. 
 
 `` She said that her company did n't have any vacancies at the moment, but I think she was just being nice.'' Amelia motioned to the door. `` I think I'm going to go for a smoke, you guys up for it?'' 
 
 `` Thanks, but I think I'm gon na stay and dance for a bit.'' Frankie started to make his way to the dance floor, while Jess hooked arms with Amelia, and the two of them walked out to the smoking area. 
 
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 Part 3 in the coments.
