𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

No Crying In The Club.

(Final Edit)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

After Sadie and I had dinner at the restaurant—beef enchiladas and a spicy chili sauce on the side— we drove on to the club. It was nearly eight o'clock and already there was a long line of people waiting. Two large, muscular bouncers were at the entrance, checking IDs and doing body scans.

At that moment I realized that a person had to be at least eighteen to get in. I just turned seventeen in February, there was no way they'd let me in. I pointed that out to Sadie who just laughed it off and took my arm to lead me to the club's entrance.

"Sadie they won't let me in," I whisper yelled.
"Relax girl, you're with me, remember that. They'll let us through, trust me," Sadie's comforting words did nothing to alleviate my skeptism. In fact it worsened the fear I felt. Sadie was somewhat of a chippy gopher when she didn't get her way. She got angry easily and was like a time bomb: unpredictable.

She walked fearlessly up to the bouncer on the left and placed her hands on her hips. When he saw her standing there he pulled the chain aside and allowed us in, past the people who were already waiting without neither a body scan nor an ID check. I followed her in a daze. How'd she do that?

"Close your mouth Jasmine you'll catch flies," Sadie giggled as she made her way to the bar and perched herself up on the stool. I sat next to her and rested my elbows on the counter. "How in the hell did you do that? You didn't show him any ID, he didn't give you a body scan, he didn't even ask your age."
"You mightn't believe it, but I've been here countless times. All the bouncers know me, they don't give me a second glance."

I was just about to ask another question when the bartender came up to the counter. "Good evening. What can I get you two ladies?"
"Two shots of tequila," Sadie said. 
"Sadie I'm underage I can't drink," I protested.
"Jasmine what's the point of coming to a nightclub if you're not going to drink? Come on don't be an old coot." Handing me my shot Sadie held here up in a toast. "To letting go."

What say? Should I follow Sadie's advice and take the drink? Or play it safe and drink water? The more logical part of me was all for playing it safe and staying within the bounds of rationality but the other part of me—small but potent—wanted to take a chance and do something I wouldn't normally do, something that involved risk and danger.

I often found myself suppressing my urges and desires, thinking of them as dangerous and unhealthy. Tonight however was different. My boyfriend wasn't here to dictate me and tell me how to live my life and neither was my father. I've been under so much stress lately with school and work that I was going bonkers. Maybe a quick drink wouldn't be such a bad thing right?

Clinking my glass with Sadie's I downed the tequila in one go.

"Atta girl, you deserve to let loose for a change. Your douchebag ex on one end, your bitchy landlady on the other. Toss this bullshit out the window, get drunk, get laid, have fun!" Sadie shouted to be heard above the loud rock music playing in the congested nightclub, alive with alcohol and people dancing.

Downing her shot Sadie snapped her fingers and the bartender handed her the bottle. Pouring two more glasses she handed me mine. With a smirk I downed my second shot, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach.

Sadie was right, I did deserve to have some fun.

My life sucked. My boyfriend was a cheater, my landlady a bitch and so was my boss. My nerves were shot to hell. Taking the bottle from Sadie I poured myself a third shot and it disappeared just as quickly as the first two. Sadie was impressed by my change in attitude. Raising her glass we toasted to my new relationship status: single as fuck.