Queen of Diamonds

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

"And that's game!" one of the richies from the other end of the liquor slick painted table hollered followed by a, "great losing cubics," from the taut little mamacita championing next to him. Was that supposed to be an inside richie insult? Who knows with this group.

Not only did I get my booty whipped in a childhood turn alcoholic tomfoolery but they were setting up for another match. Yeah, no thank you. I drank more than my fair share of poison punch or whatever was in these death cups. Time for me to make my subtle exit.

"You ready for round two?" Porter asked as I was eyeing around for an elusive evacuation route. Crap, better think fast.

"I actually have to pee, where's the bathroom?"

"Through the kitchen to the right," he replied stacking cups. "I'll set up for you."

"Uh, sure thing," I stammered briskly walking away with no intention of returning.

As I entered back into the house the music decibels increased significantly making my head throb. As I headed toward the bathroom I peered over my left into the veiled sunroom and saw my friends in a preppy mosh pit center stage to a DJ booth. No wonder the music was so loud. As my glance lengthened, I saw Nicki behind the booth spinning beats with one hand Jersey Shore-ing in the air, of course. Nevertheless, I was happy to see my friends having a good time. Who would have thought this would be how the night was turning out.

"Okay, tinkle time," I said to myself continuing my quest to break the seal. "Through the kitchen to the right," I reminded myself on the half mile voyage through the house.

I managed to find the correct door after first opening their walk in closest sized pantry. I was definitely going to have to hit that after. Knocking on the bathroom door to make sure it was available, I stumbled in to find an elaborate powder room you would see at a country club. A wall sized mirror reflecting a few cushy chairs, an ottoman the size of Grams breakfast nook, and a three-sink vanity across from corresponding stalls. Except after entering one they were like no stalls I have ever been in. Each encased toilet holder was the size of a normal size single person bathroom you would have in a regular home.

As I was about to evade my own personal piss palace, I heard someone turn on the sink, I guess I wasn't alone. A short crimson haired mermaid looking vixen in a silky violet dress with shimmering skin was washing her hands. How the hell did every girl here have the same clandestine lotion. She looked up in the mirror to see me approaching and immediately said, "love the dress," as her hands foamed under the sinks high water pressure.

"Donna Karen?" she went on about the dress.

"Chanel," I corrected lubing up my hands next to her.

"Oh, even better. Love me some Coco."

I smiled at her approval and took another glimpse up into the mirror to examine her face. Her style from head to toe was super cool, modern class with an edge. Even her makeup looked like she had been born with it on blending flawlessly into her face.

"I see you have the same shimmering skin as the rest of the girls here," I commented charmed by this nonchalant richie.

"Ah, yes, the Carat Cream," she mused. "I'm assuming you haven't tried it?" she surmised looking in the reflection at my dull arms.

"No, some girl was telling me about it earlier," I paused trying to remember which ice blonde it was. "Tiff?" I fifty fifty guessed.

"Oh, yes Tiff," she drolled. "And her other tart half Crystal. They love this stuff," she slandered them rubbing her sleek black painted fingers tips delicately across her glowing chest.