"What time do we have to be at Kian and JC's for the party?" Sierra asked, adjusting her sombrero. Her shiny blonde hair was stick straight under it. She wore a multi-colored poncho and dark wash skinny jeans.
"Um.. I actually am not sure," Abby sighed, adjusting her black mustache which kept tickling her nose and making her sneeze. "Is fashionably late still a thing?"
"I suppose in your world it is..." Sierra grumbled under her breath, sliding her phone in her back pocket. "Abby, there is only so much mascara you can put on before you just look like shit," she said in a sing-songy voice.
"Wow, you're pissy when you don't know party times," Abby huffed, grabbing her car keys. "Let me know when you're done throwing shade at me,"
"I'm done throwing shade at you," Sierra smiled sweetly at her, jumping over the car door into the passenger seat. "You know I hate to be late..." she tried to explain as Abby got into the car.
"And you know I love being late," Abby smiled turning up "Last Night" by G-Eazy.
***
"Is this is the Spanish version of 'Favorite Song'?" Abby wondered aloud to Sierra as she cut the ignition.
"How long until the police show up because they're playing Spanish versions of ghetto rap?" Sierra retaliated, opening the front door. She squeezed the sides of her hat together so she could fit through, then it sprang back into regular form.
"I give it an hour, Kian is always complaining about the grumpy old guy that lives next door," Abby offered, petting her fake mustache with her index finger.
"Twenty bucks say it's thirty miinutes," Sierra pulled a twenty from her bra and stuck her hand out. Abby did the same and they shook on it. "You're money is gonna look so good in my wallet,"
"Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing!" she smiled smugly, before strutting off to the drink table. After looking over the variety of drinks, Abby decided on a vodka and cranberry, stirring it with her finger before popping it in her mouth.
"Need a straw?" JC came up beside her, popping a straw with a mustache on it into her cup. "Double the mustache, rock on!" He made the "rock on" sign with his fingers before going to take Sierra a drink. Abby slipped her fake mustache off and tossed it behind her.
"Watch it," she heard Kian say and when she turned around, he was holding a soppy wet mustache between his thumb and index finger. Abby covered her mouth with her free hand.
"I am so sorry!"
"Ten bucks and I'll lick the scotch out of it," he grinned, holding the mustache above his open mouth.
"Kian Lawley, I swear to God, I'll never speak to you ever again!" She squeezed her eyes shut. "And you won't get ten bucks," she stuck her tongue out.
"You better put that back in your mouth before I put this mustache on your tongue," Kian laughed, letting the scotch drip on her chin.
"Gross, gross, I hate scotch!" Her eyes opened abruptly and her tongue shot back in her mouth.
"I know, that's why it's funny," Kian laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides. "Can I refill your glass, my lady?" he asked and she nodded politley.
***
"You don't like beer so I didn't get you beer, but I forgot about that so I got you another drink. It's just a shot of Fireball, but it'll really light your throat on fire," JC giggled, running his hands through his hair, knocking his sombrero to the floor. "Oh shit, here," Sierra took the shot glass from him and threw it back.
"You're so right, my entire body is burning," she cried out unpleasantly. Her eyes flashed towards the window. "JC, I hate to alarm you but the police are here,"
"Police? Here? At a underage party? With alcohol? Where's Kian? I am too drunk to talk to the armed force people," he pretended to faint and then he started to giggle.
"Abby, come with me and get Kian, the police are here," Sierra looked around, "JC is hiding the alcohol,"
Once outside, Abby, Sierra, and Kian tried to sober up while the two uniformed policemen walked towards them. "Good evening, kiddos. I hate to intrude on your party but your next door neighbor called in a noise complaint and we just thought we'd stop by and make sure everything was a-okay," The taller of the two tipped his hat towards Abby.
"Wow, Abby all you have to do is flirt with him," Kian muttered under his breath.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. Our speaker was going a little insane and made the music extremely loud, Kian here will be sure to apologize to Mr. Heckles tomorrow morning," Abby smiled her million dollar smile at the two.
"Oh, don't you worry, Miss. It's all fine and dandy. Sorry for interupting your party. Have a good night." He turned on his heel and started back towards the car.
"Alright, fifty-two minutes," Sierra pulled the crumpled twenty from her pocket, "here you go," Abby smirked, sticking the money in her bra.
"I'll throw in another twenty because holy shit that was good," Kian stuck the money in her bra and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Well, let's go tell JC to break out the alcohol and turn the music back up!" Sierra giggled, grabbing their hands and leading them back inside.
***
"JC, it's official, I hold the record for the worst hangover in North America," Sierra rubbed her temples and removed the sombrero she still had on her head. "Do I have mascara under my eyes?" JC nodded, swiping his fingers under her eyes.
"There ya go," he smiled, kissing her forehead. "Let's go get Kian and Abigail and we'll go to Buzzed and get coffee to cure these shitty hangovers,"
"Agreed, bet they're in his room, I bumped into her in the kitchen last night wearing his white dress shirt and a mustache at two am," Sierra said, sitting up and pulling on her boot socks.
"Last one there is a rotten egg!" he laughed, pulling her down by her leg.
"No fair, you dickhead," she pulled his arm, causing him to fall on top of her. "Well," she giggled, "now neither of us can get up,"
"I can, lame-o!" He pulled himself up and dashed out of his room.
"Alright, losers, we are going to get coffee and if you don't get up right now, you cannot go," Sierra said, jumping up and down on the bed.
"I'm gettng up, you assholes," Kian said, rolling off his mattress onto the floor. "Where are we getting coffee?"
"If it's not Buzzed, I'm not getting up," Abby moaned into the pillow.
"Bitch where else would we get it?" Sierra smirked, stepping onto her back until it cracked. Abby got up, tied her hair into a top knot, and looked into the full length mirror.
"Do I look okay?" She looked herself up and down. In an oversized dress shirt and black leggings, she looked pretty casual but she still looked great. And somehow, so did Sierra. Sierra wore her jeans and JC's favorite jersey. And she would still manage to outshine everyone at the coffeeshop.
"Well,c'mon, let's go. I'm driving," She grabbed Kian's RayBans off his dresser and slipped them on.
"Don't you have your own...anything?" Sierra asked, tying off her French braid.
"These are my leggings," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Abby, did you even know you left these here?" Kian smirked.
"Yes... Okay, no, but I'm glad they were here. So thank you for not like throwing them away," Abby laughed, locking the front door behind her.
"SHOTGUN!" everyone yelled at the same time.
"My car. I pick Sierra," Abby said, putting on her seatbelt. Sierra jumped over the door, like she always does, and stuck her tongue out at them.
"Enjoy the backseat, losers!"
