Managing Macie *ON HOLD*

Chapter 4

Macie

"Trisha! Get dressed, we're going out!" I shouted as I burst through the door of our small apartment.

"Where are we going?" Trisha asked, appearing from the kitchen with a tub of ice cream.

"Put that away!" I scolded her. "We are celebrating!"

"You got the money?"

"I got the money," I confirmed with a smirk.

Trisha squealed and threw her hands up in excitement, accidentally flinging her spoon across the room.

"So, where are we going to celebrate?"

"I wanna dance. Let's go to the club," I told her. Trisha nodded in agreement and we rushed back to our rooms to get ready.

I tried on dress after dress, tossing clothes around my room, and searching through my closet for something perfect. I'm celebrating my future success and I need to look amazing.

Finally, I settled on a black leather skirt with a bright pink, backless, halter top. I matched the outfit with a pair of black wedges and went in my bathroom to do my hair and makeup.

I put my light brown hair into a half up half down style, and curled the ends. Then, I pulled out my makeup. I went all out, putting on a full face. I did keep it tasteful though, I didn't want to look like I just caked the crap on there.

Once the base was done, I pulled out my eyeshadow. I went with a Smokey eye, adding a winged eyeliner and some mascara. Then, I put on a nude/pink lipstick and called it a day.

I took a step back and looked at myself in the full length mirror.

I looked hot!

Feeling satisfied with my look, I grabbed a black clutch and shoved my ID, some money, and my phone inside. Then, I went to the living room to wait for Trisha. I always got ready faster than her and it infuriated me to no end. I absolutely hate waiting for anything!

"Trisha," I groaned. "Hurry up."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Trisha exclaimed. She ran—as well as you can run in heels—out to the living room. "How do I look?"

"Smokin." It was true. Trisha was looking good in her tight yellow dress. The color made her skin pop and I loved it on her.

Again, if I were into girls, I'd totally bang Trish. She's a total catch.

"What about me?" I asked, stroking a pose.

Trisha laughed and took me in.

"You look hot Macie," she said, nodding her head in appreciation.

"Great! Let's go!"

We rushed out of the apartment and hailed a cab to the club. We didn't have a car, but even if we did, we'd take a cab. That way we could get shitfaced and not have to worry about driving home.

Once the cab pulled up to the club, I payed the driver and we got out. Since Trisha and I came here a lot back in college, we skipped the line and went right up to our friend Tony, the bouncer. He secretly has a thing for Trisha, but I don't think either of them know that yet.

"Hey Tony!" I said, giving the giant of a man a hug.

"Hey girls, long time no see. What's the occasion?"

"We're celebrating Macie's business ventures," Trisha explained.

"Well, you two have fun," Tony said, not even bothering to check our ID's. After seven years of friendship, there's not much of a point.