Terrified Glances

After a few moments, Bridget Briswell's voice said, "Melvin, is that you?"

Everyone turned to face her. It was the first "accidental" run-in of the night on the agenda, and Melvin knew that Richie would be close behind her. Bridget wore a tight red dress, one that accentuated the curves of her slim figure. Next to her was a large, muscular man with jet black hair and a face that would have allowed him to star in at least B-quality action movies. Melvin stood to greet them.

"Bridget? Hi!"

"Hello, this is my friend, Joey Dangerfield. Joey this is Melvin MacMuffin, a client of mine."

Melvin grinned as he took Joey's hand. Dangerfield? With a name like that, the guy was begging to be put into action films, battling the likes of Van Damme, Stallone, or even The Rock.

"Bridget? Melvin?" Richie Golding appeared out of nowhere, Brenda Briswell clinging to his arm. Brenda did not look pleased to be there, and her eyes popped wide when she saw that Bridget, her twin sister, had on the EXACT SAME red dress that she was wearing.

"Bridget!"

Bridget turned and squealed, "Brenda!"

To everyone else, it looked more like one person gawking into a mirror's reflection than two separate twins, shocked and more than a little pissed that the other had chosen the same dress for the evening. Richie and Joey exchanged terrified glances; there was no way to tell the two women apart.