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what to do though, since, other than needing a work out buddy, it isn't my business." She grinned and pulled Becky to her quickly, giving her a tiny hug. "Now, let's get to the food. I'm starving."
    The meal was fine, and while she still couldn't figure out how Keeley did it, the thin girl kept making the heaping plate of food vanish. Becky suspected that it was going into her drinking cup, which was a solid color, even though everyone else had clear glass. It was suspicious and made her feel like a real detective for about five seconds. Keeley was still eating some of the food, and that was the real point.
    Not her acting like Veronica Mars.
    They did get a bit of a treat after that, since Darla, who apparently knew a lot more people than she let on most of the time, got them invited to Darren Quieg's party. That was something new, as far as Becky could tell.
    Darren Quieg was the boy most likely to be the lead in any given school drama production. He was good enough looking, but not special enough that he'd make it in Hollywood. What he had was a certain kind of charm. An in your face love of life that made him either everyone's friend, or at least had the people that hated him not admitting it openly. Twice a year his parents left, to go on vacation. Once in the summer, which he attended with them, the other time in February, for Valentine's Day.
    His dad, being the vice-president of something or other at Coretechs managed to take a full two weeks off each time. Becky had to like the sound of that. Most people were lucky to get a month or two off a year, and those people generally didn't really go anywhere. Having the time and the money to do things like that was something she could only hope for herself. Someday.
    What it meant however, according to Darla, was that Darren was having a senior year blowout at his place and they, being popular and comely, were invited. That got Keeley to cover her mouth and laugh, rolling her eyes a bit.
    "Well, that leaves me out then, doesn't it? Popular? Moi ? I think not. I just started school here this year. I don't even recognize the name. Darren Quieg? It doesn't ring a bell."
    That made a bit of sense to Becky, since the one production that Keeley had been involved with so far had been the only one that hadn't featured him.
    Becky twittered her fingers in the air like a tiny birds wings, trying to remember the correct part.
    "Townsman number one? You talked with him a bunch." It probably wasn't enough, but a look of comprehension dawned on her face.
    "Oh... Right. Darren . I didn't know his last name. Well, he seems like a nice guy. Shall we?"
    It was decided they should, which meant an hour of primping, doing makeup, and trading clothing around, since they were using things that Keeley had in her closet. On the good side Becky was nearly the same size now as Keeley had been, before she dropped all of her weight. Since the girl hadn't been fat then, it left her feeling decent about herself. An honest size six.
    What that meant however was that there wasn't a huge selection of party clothes to choose from. Darla didn't help there at all, bringing out a black mini skirt that was so small it nearly wasn't there, and a white blouse, which she insisted needed a black velvet vest to go over it.
    "That and some stockings. Hmm..."
    It was done fast and while Becky felt like she was playing dress up, she did end up roughly matching everyone else, at least in style. It was awkward and she kept feeling like she was constantly flashing everyone, even though she had underwear on. When she mentioned it, Eve rolled her eyes at her and then crossed her arms across her own blouse, which had a lot of buttons undone.
    "What do you think the point of a mini is ? The idea is to catch attention, not walk around in a burka all night." She stopped and looked at Darla, her face a bit tense suddenly. That or baffled. "Did I get that right? The Middle Eastern all over outfits they make women wear all the time