His Alien Slave (Alien Pirates of Cania #3) - Zara Zenia Page 0,2

down stretches and then headed back to her dorm for a shower. The Rave she was planning to attend wouldn't get started until at least around ten, so she had plenty of time to shower, rest and even eat before she headed out.

After her shower and a four hour nap, Ellie woke, ordered a pizza from Dominos and then dressed in a pair of black knee-high leather boots and a hot pink mini dress. Anytime she wasn't wearing her uniform or workout gear she could usually be found in jeans or camo, unless she was going out to party, then she was all about vivid colors and fun accessories. Tonight would be no different. She brushed out her shoulder length, dark black hair and then curled it. Usually it was wound up in a tight chignon at the base of her neck, but that was for the military, this was her letting loose for the first time in months.

She added a pair of silver hoops to her ears, again another luxury she didn't get to enjoy when in uniform, and a dangling silver and diamond necklace along with making up her face for the evening.

Finally, her pizza arrived, and she paid the delivery guy. Reaching into her mini-fridge, she pulled out a can of soda, a luxury she rarely indulged in, but it tasted so good with pizza that she didn't want to go without it. Plus, she'd worked her ass off earlier, so she figured she deserved the treat. She sat down and ate and then went to brush her teeth. Before putting on her long black winter coat, she added pink lipstick that matched her dress to her lips. Her phone buzzed and she opened it and smiled.

Hey, you coming tonight or what? ~ Maria

She typed up a reply, On my way! Meet you at the back of the lot at Amy's on Fountain! And then put her phone, wallet and keys in her little black purse that she only carried when she was going out to party. After putting away the pizza, she headed out, locking the door behind her. She went down the stairs to her car and set out toward Amy's Donuts.

The Rave was being held in an abandoned warehouse somewhere on Tejon Street and it wasn't exactly legal, being that it was one of those pop up Raves that was part of the underground party network. Maria always kept her in the loop about when they were happening, and she tried to attend as often as she could, but most of the time, if she was able to attend at all, she had to bail early because of classes and homework. Tonight though, she was free of any obligations, at least until she had to catch her flight to her folks in Tennessee where her father was stationed at Ft. Campbell. She really wasn't looking forward to it. Who would want to spend their winter break getting yelled at for the turkey being too dry or the beer too hot? Or listening to the complaints of her father about having to deal with pansy assed newbies who didn't know their dick from a hole in their head? Sighing, she put the whole idea of going out of her head to deal with tomorrow on the way to the airport.

For now, it was all about having a good time. She met Maria in the back of the parking lot of Amy's Donuts on Fountain and pulled into the parking space next to Maria's car. She'd leave her car there and ride with Maria to the location of the Rave on Tejon.

"Hey girl," Maria greeted her as she got in the compact Toyota.

"Hi, you look great!" Ellie said, fastening her seatbelt.

"Thanks." Maria smiled and looked over at her. "Please tell me you're not wearing that Military coat into the Rave are you?" Maria asked incredulous. She was dressed in a black leather skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and a see-through black mesh top with a black bra. On her feet were a pair of black stacked heel sandals.

"No, but it's not like I can walk around on campus in this dress." She laughed. "I'll just leave it in the backseat. You look great, by the way, but aren't you gonna be cold?"

Maria laughed too. "Not for long if I have my way about it!"

Ellie grinned. "How's life at the hospital?"

"Ugh, tiring definitely." Maria grinned. "I'm thinking of going to nursing school get out of reception. What