Wanted By Two

Let Me Take You Dancing 🎶

  We made quite the pair, walking side by side, the colours of our clothes contrasting. I wore serious business black, a stretchy mini-gown with strappy sleeves and black six inches stilettos. I was confident in stilettos and they were a boost to my average height, lifting me from a five-eight to a six-two. I was a blonde, the Barbie in a Dreamhouse kind, with platinum highlights courtesy of my hair stylist. Mona had it cut to a chic length for the week, the curly ends barely enough for a decent chignon.
  “He asked me to call once I got here,” Leah informed me, searching for her phone in her bag of crisis.
  “Nice place,” I genuinely commented, in love with the decor. Peaches was a four-star property, a sweet combination of a bar, hotel and suites. The choice of location had been left to Mr. Hot Guy, a hint that he was probably loaded. I was excited for Leah but also wary of the outcome. She was currently on the phone, walking haphazardly in her heels and I gave her some space, feeding my eyes. Suddenly, she waved at me and I strolled to her, eyeing an excellent ice sculpture of The Madonna in avarice. Where did hotels get those from?
  “What is it? Is he here?”
  She was not smiling and I was confused. He had better not have stood her up or I would look for him and gut him out. Did he see her and reject her? The same unfortunate end still awaited him.
“I found him. Mr. Hot Guy is Mitch.”
***
I sat at the bar, nursing a glass of tequila while Leah sat on a stool beside me, begging my indulgence.
“I didn't know he was the one, Kel, I swear. No wonder he knew everything about me. I was so stupid.”
“No, no, you were not.” I downed my second glass and eyed the bartender, willing him to top my glass. He had a blonde ponytail and a slim moustache. He approached me with the whole bottle and grinning, he topped up my glass and left the bottle behind.
“Look, Lee, if you think he is your perfect guy and you like him, then go for it. Perhaps, you and him, not me, were meant to be. Don't let me stand in your way, Lee. Go for it.”
She shook her head vigorously in refusal.
“No. There's no way in hell I’m doing that to you. Friends before fakers, Kel, and I am so not dating a guy who broke up with my best friend over a cheap dinner.”
She got up in excitement and she was wearing her idea face. Uh oh! Jah only knew what she had in mind.
“I say, let's turn this date night into a girls’ night. We’ll drink, dance and have a wild time. C’mon, get up, get excited!”
She urged me off my stool and I obliged her, cradling my bottle close to my chest. I wanted to forget the hurt, the breakup, Mitch and just drift away into a cloudy limbo.
“Okay, okay but I don't think I can dance in stilettos. I don't wanna slip and split my skull.”
She rolled her eyes at my excuse and reached into her big maintenance bag. She brought that ugly ass bag wherever she went, a big brown woollen affair. Finally, she dug out glittery silver flats and shoved them in my face.
“Now, can we dance?”
I grabbed them from her, changed into them and she dumped my stilettos in her bottomless bag. Our night had just begun.