Student Affair

“Let’s go out to a club or something. The boys are gone, it’s Friday and next Friday will be the last weekend of the summer. Please, Ashy-poo?” My best friend Macy tried to persuade me.

 

“Hell yeah, I’m down,” I agreed, walking to my walk-in closet. My closet is very organized, so I went to my dress section.

 

“What color should I wear?” I asked, pulling out a few different dresses.

 

“Move, let me find something for you.” Macy pushed passed me.

 

“No need to be so bossy. Oh and you can get something to wear also.” I offered.

 

“I know. I’m going to make you look sexy and maybe find a new boyfriend or something because yours is an ass and the only reason I put up with him is my babe and you.” She replied pulling out a blue/black sweetheart floral lace overlay tube dress that went about mid-thigh and throwing it at me.

 

“What about shoes?” I tested. She pulled a pair of matching blue suede hidden platform plain pump stiletto heels. I took a quick shower and shaved. When I got out, I slid my undergarments on which consisted of a black strapless bra and matching thong.

 

After I pulled my dress and shoes on, I applied my makeup entailing of light base, mascara, eyeliner, and pale lipstick. I added three different mascaras making my blue eyes pop against my olive skin tone. I curled my long wavy brown hair with blonde highlights, falling in the middle of my back.

 

“Damn Ashley, you look good,” Stated Macy, finishing up her makeup. She was wearing a dress similar to mine but red and black with matching red pumps.

 

“I know, you do too,” I replied, smiling. We grabbed our handy fake IDs and walked down stairs.

 

“Where the hell are you going?” Ashton, my twin brother asked, right as we were opening the door.

 

“Out,” I answered nonchalantly.

 

“Be careful, sis. Call me if you need anything.” I nodded my head and closed the door.

 

“Damnit, Zach is calling me,” I stated as my phone started vibrating.

 

“Don’t answer it,” She hissed under her breath.

 

I rolled my eyes, answering my phone. “What took you so damn long to answer?” Zach, my boyfriend asked.

 

“My phone was in my damn purse, calm down.” I retaliated.

 

“Where the hell are you going?” He questioned, suspiciously.

 

“I’m going out and I’m turning my phone off, goodbye.” I hung up. His bullshit gets so old.

 

“He is so damn stupid,” I ranted.

 

“I know this. I don’t understand why the hell you are with him.” Macy alleged, pulling out of the driveway.

 

“Sometimes, I question that myself.” I sighed.

 

 

*

 

 

We pulled up to the club called Escapade 2001, the air filled with the smell of alcohol, cheap cologne, and sweat. The sound of party dance music was blaring through the doors.   We skipped up towards the door, hearing the girls in line moaning and complaining. “IDs?” The bouncer asked, checking us out. We flashed them our fake IDs and he let us in.   “Do you want a drink?” I asked Macy.   “Fosho,” She answered, following me to the bar.   “What can I get you ladies?” The bartender questioned.   “Long island ice tea, please?” Macy asked.   “Make that two.” I added, “And three shots of patron.”

 

The bartender came back, handing me and Macy our drinks. “Here you go, sexy,” I handed the bartender a shot.

 

“Name is Jobe and cheers to you sexy girls,” He said adding a wink. We clanked our glasses together before throwing them down our throat, burning slightly on the way down and slamming them on the bar.

 

“Woo!” I shouted over the music, taking a swig of my long island ice tea. “Let’s go dance,” I said, pulling her towards the dance floor. I chugged the rest of my drink and sat it down.

 

Cha-ching by The Millionaires started banging through the speakers. “My favorite song!” I shouted. Body lost in the music, I didn’t notice a guy dancing on me.