Thrifty

5

A couple of hours later, "Shake it off. Shake it off." Daisy and her friends are singing like a bunch of happy banshees with drinks in their hands. I am watching on the sideline, my body is itching to escape from this hell.

"Sing for us." Daisy is offering me the microphone.

I put my hands out and say, "I need to use the restroom first." I opened and closed the door quickly, and sighed. "There's gotta a be a way out of this." If given the option, I would ditch them, but I don't want to seem like a douche. Maybe I can feign being sick, or pretend my mom called and said one of my grandparents got a stroke or a heart attack. I pushed the latter out of my mind. With my luck, they'll learn of my lie within the next 24 hours from now.

Sighing again, I slowly wobbled to the bathroom to buy myself extra time, and noticed the janitor's closet opened ajar. Glancing in, I see the janitor harassing a young woman.

"Please stop. I don't want any trouble." She pleaded, but he ignored her and placed his hand on her butt.

"I promise to show you a good time." the stench of alcohol is so strong that I couldn't help gagging. Unfortunately, it was loud enough to be heard and they caught me spying through the crack in the entrance. The girl pushed him away and ran passed me as the drunken janitor growled and got in my face. "If you utter a word about this I will beat the crap out of you. Got it?" I nodded quickly as he bumped my shoulder as he left.

I couldn't help feeling my heart racing with the threat, and attempted to calm myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I see an open beer bottle sitting 'innocently' next to a bottle of insecticide with a nozzle attached. I can't ignore this gift from the universe, so I looked side-to-side to be sure the janitor isn't coming back anytime soon, and no cameras in this old dump.

I snuck inside the janitor's closet to perform my not-so-good deed, and returned back to the karaoke room to celebrate. In dishonor of my next victim, I decided to get hammered. So I drank shot after shot and joined in on the singing fun. Although, I am 99% sure we sound like shit. And when we were leaving a couple hours later, I pretended to go use the restroom again to peek into the janitor's closet.

I was not disappointed when I see the drunken slob sprawled out on the floor with an empty bottle clattered next to his unresponsive body. Just to be sure, I tip-toed. Yes I tip-toed again and placed my fingers over his neck. No pulse. I couldn't contain the grin on my face as I headed out and shushed him. "Don't tell anybody. Got it?" I repeated what he told me earlier before closing the door stealthily before finding my way home and passing out.