Night Out

Girls Night Out Pt.1

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

The faint clicking sound of the slow moving clock above the door echoes within your body. Your eyes follow as the seconds hand makes its way around the face of the clock. Your heart beat mimicking each second that passes by, each second slower than the last. Your shift crawling to the end of the hour as you bite your cuticles to the bed, anxiously waiting for it to be over.

The clock was crawling closer and closer and closer to 6pm, the end of your shift. The smell of freedom was inching its way to you. You could almost feel the sign of relief when you will be off of work.

The drowning sound of Robin's voice following you around the store for the last two hours fades as she continues to talk about this week's crush. This interaction feeling move like torture that the shift itself. And as much as you love Robin and her daily word dumps, you couldn't help but not want to listen today.

Pushing yourself off of your elbows and making your way to the opposite side of the counter. Leaving Robin to finish her monologue by herself.

She watches as you grab the last stack of DVDs that need to be returned to their place on the shelf. Her gaze follows as you make your way slowly around the small store, half-assing the shelving job knowing she will have to fix all your mistakes when you leave.

Step by step. One foot in front of the other. Dragging out the simple task of your simple job. Continuing to watch the clock as you pace your movements to match the speed of the endless dial.

12 minutes 43 seconds left

12 minutes 42 seconds left

12 minutes 41 seconds left

Your eyes only leave the countdown to follow the trail of movies on the floor that lead directly to the two girls gushing over some guy on the cover of one of them. "Don't you two have somewhere better to be?" Pushing some of the movies with your shoe to see their selection. A quiet groan exits your mouth, one that only you would be able to hear, as you realize you will have to be the one to pick up their mess.

"Nope." Max and Eleven say in unison as they stare up at you towering over them. Their ear to ear grin engulfing their faces.

You vocally groan now, letting them know of your distaste for what they are doing and this conversation.

"What about hanging out with your little boyfriends?" You speak as if you are talking to a small child, kneeling down to be eye level with them on the floor. Max rolling her eyes at your remark as you continue, "I mean come on - Friday night and you two are here?"

"You're here." El speaks before tearing a piece of licorice with her mouth. Her comment is not meant to be a jab at you but you couldn't help to think that Max's sarcasm is starting to rub off of her.

"That's because I'm forced to be here." You specify slowly, picking up a couple of movies that they have scattered on the floor before standing up again.

"Forced but loves every moment because I'm here." The voice speaks from behind. Robin chiming in as she swings her arm over your shoulder.

And she was right. You love Robin, loving hanging out with her and love having shifts with her. But today was just too long and it felt like the rest of your life was waiting for you outside those glass doors that keep you prisoner to the capitalist society that you are forced to participate in as Robin would put it.

"Besides," You shrug her off nonchalantly, "I've got plans later."

"You never have plans." Robin points out as you walk back to the center counter, the three girls following behind. All of them exchange the same curious expression of what could possibly be happening tonight.