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I sigh, staring out at the crowd of people as I take a sip from my glass. This was a stupid decision. Why I thought it would be fun to come to party where I know nobody and can't even find the host, I have no idea. I'm just stuck, looking through crowds, trying to find and introduce myself to Gatsby. That is, until I spot somone. Finally.
"Hello!" I shout over the music, smiling as Jordan Baker turns around to face me. I had met her a few days before at her friend and my 2nd cousin Daisy's house. She seemed to be nice enough to let me walk with her for a while. And I'm relived as she nods in my direction as I approach her.
"I thought you might be here. I remember you mentioned you lived next door to Gatsby." She says absently, watching over the crowd herself. I nod, looking over where her eyes gazed. Suddenly, she takes my arm as starts walking off with me. So suddenly I end up dropping my glass. "Hey, come here. I have somthing I need you to help me with."
My eyes widen as she drags me to the bathroom."Um, Jordan, I- I appreciate the sentiment, but I- We JUST met-"
"Relax, Carraway," I chuckles, rolling her eyes as she let's me go and turns around to shut and lock the door. It's only then when I notice a woman sitting on the toilet, makeup running down her face. Staring at her, i notice some simalarities in our face and body structures.
Jordan seems to notice my confusion. "Her name is Nicole O'ryan. She got caught up with some creepy guy here and wants to go home, but there are some people here expecting her to show up and she dosnt want to disappoint."
"Ok, that's unfortunate, but... what does all this have to do with me?" That's when I notice the dress, wig, and heels in a bag on the ground next to the sink.
Oh my god.
"...You can't be serious." I mumble, looking over at Jordan, who is now sitting next to the still sobbing Nicole. "You want me to dress up as a woman??" Jordan sighs, taking the girl into her arms.
"Please, Nick, I know it's a lot to ask, but your the only one who I know here who looks similar enough to her to make it convincing enough." She says. I look at them, still unsure.
"Won't her friends notice me and her are different people??" I say, desperately trying to find an excuse to not put on the dress. I knew i had always looked a bit less masculine than other men, but enough to pretend to be a woman? It felt dishonest.
To my dismay, Jordan shakes her head. "They're drunk. They'll be wasted enough to belive a mop with the wig on is her. Please, Nick, nobody will know after tonight."
And as I look at them, I sigh, realizing if I don't help the women out, I'd be an asshole. Thus, I resign. "...Give me the wig."