Late Night Talking [h.s.]

seven

She Wants to Go Dancing - Mt. Joy

Three rhythmic knocks rapped on my front door. I ran from my bedroom, where I had been getting ready, to open it.

"Hey hot stuff!" Sam yelled excitedly. "Are you ready for ladies night?!"

"Yeah, I guess," Although I had shrugged my shoulders, I could already tell Sam's energy would pump me up.

"You guess? Char. That attitude will simply not do for tonight." She shook her head at me.

"I need liquor in me, I think."

"Well, that's definitely doable, my dear." She stepped into my apartment, sneaking by me to get to the kitchen and pour herself a glass of water.

"I've gotta finish getting ready, but I'll be done in a minute." I ran back to my room and threw on the top I had set out for myself. It was a slouchy, navy blue sweater that sat perfectly at my shoulders. Down the front were little bows, holding the front together.

Underneath, I wore a black lace balconette bra. I paired it with my favorite jeans and some Birkenstock clogs.

I quickly touched up my hair so that the loose waves I had made would possibly make it through the night as I intended them to.

"Perfect outfit, as always. Ready to go?" She asked when I reappeared in my kitchen.

"I mean, sure, but I thought we were supposed to be pregaming here?" I reminded her.

"Eh, do you really want to get drunk tonight? I was thinking it could more so be lowkey. Get some drinks, talk to guys..." She suggested.

"It can be lowkey for you, Samantha. You dragged me into this, I get to be as sober, or drunk, as I want." I pulled my shitty vodka from the top of my refrigerator and a shot glass from my cabinet.

Looking at the label on the bottle gave me flashbacks to the night Harry and I had dinner. I smiled to myself, and then promptly took a shot.

Disgusting, as usual. Thank god the liquor was almost gone.

"Alright, I'll have one shot before we go." She gives in, as if it's the biggest hassle in the world to have some alcohol.

I pour the liquor in a glass for her, and then more for myself. We clink our glasses together, and toss one back.

"Cheers." I smiled, and raised my eyebrows at her. She was in for a treat.

"Bleh." Sam's tongue plopped out of her mouth, expressing her distaste for my vodka.

Sam's one eyebrow raised, and apparently the buzz was already hitting me because all I could think about as she looked at me was how she was able to do that with her face with such ease.

"Is everything okay? I mean, usually you don't have such an urge to get shitfaced."

"Yeah I'm fine," I put the bottle back up on the fridge, so as not to make Sam more concerned; although, I wasn't really sure why she was worried in the first place. "You know I'm not a fan of bars. Too crowded, the floors are sticky, annoying people... The list goes on."

"Alright well, I guess I'll be DD tonight then."

I nodded, knowing that promise probably wouldn't last long.

"Well, Darwin's isn't far. We can walk, rather than drive," I suggested.

"Sounds good." She replied.

I looked at her, feeling like she knew something I didn't, like maybe there was something I was missing in this big "going-out" scheme.