WallBanger (camren)

Chapter Four

      That night when I went out to celebrate my success with Normani and Dinah, I may have imbibed more than a few margaritas.

I continued with tequila shots, and I was still licking at the now- nonexistent salt on the inside of my wrist as they walked me up my stairs.

"Dinah, you're so pretty. You know that, right?" I cooed, leaning on her as we crawled up the stairs.

"Yes, Lauren, I'm pretty. Good grasp on the obvious," she said. At almost six feet tall with fiery red hair, Dinah was keenly aware her looks.
Normani laughed, and I turned to her.

"And you, Normani, you're my best friend. And you're so funny! I bet I could carry you around in my pocket." I giggled as I tried to find my pocket. Normani was a chocolate skin woman with the blackest hair.

"We should have cut her off after the guacamole left the table," Normani muttered. "She is never allowed to drink again without food present." She dragged me up the last few steps.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," I complained, taking off my jacket and starting in on my shirt.

"Okay, let's not get naked here in the hallway, huh?" Dinah shot back, taking my keys from my purse and opening my door. I tried to kiss her on the cheek, and she pushed me off.

"You smell like tequila and sexual repression, Lauren. Get off me." She laughed and opened my door. As we traveled to the bedroom, I caught sight of Clive on the windowsill.

"Hey there, Clive. How's my big boy?" I sang.
He glared at me and stalked off to the living room. He disapproved of my alcohol use. I stuck my tongue out at him. I flopped down on the bed and surveyed my girls in the doorway. They smirked in that you-are-drunk-and-we-are-not-so-we-judge way.

"Don't act all high and mighty, ladies. I've seen you more drunk than this on many an occasion,"

I noted, my pants going the way of my blouse. Ask me why I kept my heels on, and I will never be able to tell you.

The two of them pulled down the duvet, and I crawled under the covers and glared. They tucked me in so well that the only things sticking out were my eyeballs, my nostrils, and my messy hair.

"Why is the room spinning? What the hell did you guys do to Jillian's apartment? She'll kill me if I mess up her rent control!" I cried, moaning as I watched the room move.

"The room isn't spinning. Settle down." Normani chuckled, sitting next to me and patting my shoulder.

"And that thumping, what the hell is that thumping?" I whispered into Normani's armpit, which I then sniffed and complimented her deodorant choice.

"Lauren, there's no thumping. Jesus, you must have had more than we thought!" Dinah exclaimed, settling down at the end of the bed.

"No, Dinah, I hear it too. You can't hear that?" Normani said in a hushed voice.

Dinah was quiet, and all three of us listened. There was a distinct thump, and then an unmistakable groan.

"Kittens, lay back. You are about to get Wallbanged," I stated.

Dinah's and Normani's eyes grew wide, but they stayed quiet.

Would it be Spanx? Purina? Anticipating the latter, Clive entered the room and jumped up on the bed. He stared at the wall with rapt attention.
The four of us sat and waited. I can barely describe what we were subjected to this time.

"Oh, God."

Thump.

"Oh, God."

Thump thump.

Normani and Dinah looked at Clive and me. We just shook our heads—both of us, really. A slow smile spread across Dinah's face. I focused on the voice coming through the wall. It was different... The pitch was lower, and, well, I couldn't really make out exactly what she was saying. It wasn't Spanx or Purina...

"Mmm, Camila —" giggle "— right —" giggle "— there!" giggle.

Huh?

"Yes, yes —" snort "— yes! Fuck, fuck —" giggle-hee haw "— fuck, yes!"

She was giggling. She was a dirty, dirty giggler.