It was only when I had finished getting ready and the clock hit 10:30 pm that I realized that I didn't know Aaron's address and I couldn't ask him because I didn't have his number either. How could I be such an idiot? Maybe he would come by to get me? I laughed out loud to myself. The party was probably full throttle by now and he was not leaving his own party to come and pick me up. I sat at the counter in the bookstore not wanting to take off what I wore just yet. My short red dress matched my red lips that matched the red flower that rested in the bun in my hair that matched my red, red bottoms. I looked so nice and to think this outfit and makeup would be wasted.
I started to take Cashew out of her cage when I hear a knock at the door. It been a while that we've been closed. Especially since it's Saturday. The curtains were drawn so no one knew I was inside, I would just wait until they went away. Or so I thought, the knocking continued and then I heard a voice.
"Miss Bianca? I was sent here to come pick you up I— I'm sorry this is a little weird but Aaron told me—"
I ran to the door and unlocked it. I was faced with a tall man, not as tall as Aaron, wearing all black. Now that I think about it, he's almost eye level with me since i'm 5'9 and have these heels on. I looked behind him and saw a black escalade parked. I looked back up at him again and he started speaking. "I'm assuming you're Bianca?" I nodded my head. He continued "I'm so sorry to be banging on your store door like that but I'm here to pick you up for Aaron's party and—"
Before he could finish I had run back in the store to turn off the lights and locked the door. I ran back and smiled up at him. "No need to explain, I'm ready to go!" The driver gave me a small smile and opened the back seat doors for me.
The ride to Aaron's house was longer than I expected. It took a good 40 minutes but once we pulled up I was a little confused. "It's a warehouse?" I asked the driver as he opened the door for me. He nodded and said "Yup this is where he lives. Enjoy your night Miss Bianca." I thanked him and went up to the door. When I was about to knock it flew open and Aaron, wearing no shirt, red and black pants, sunglasses and his dreads braided back with a durag on answered. "I've been waiting for you girl!" He pulled me into a big hug before pulling me inside. Only about 15 to 20 people occupied the.... living room? I couldn't tell if it was a living room or a garage. Cars were parked next to couched but being that this wasn't my house, I wouldn't ask any questions. Except for, maybe one.
"Where is everyone?" I asked. Aaron still hadn't let go of my hand and he led me to a stool and started making a drink. I sat down and watched him make me some drink that required rum. "Some fool brought a gun in here so I kicked everyone out and opted for a smaller crowd." I didn't recognize anyone in the room from TV, so I assumed that they weren't from his team. A couple of them were passed out & a few were talking to each other. It was a pretty even mix of guys and girls. Although the crowd was small, and it was still technically early in the night, the music was still blasting throughout the house. "Here." Aaron said handing me a cup. I gladly accepted it and downed it, every last drop. "Woah, easy there you gonna end up like me." He laughed. "Faster than you think." I responded back.
Aaron looked at me in a very confused manner. "After 3 drinks I basically blackout and can't remember a thing." I explained as I shrugged. "I've always been like that." Aaron took another careful sip from his cup. "I'm the exact opposite. I need about 10 drinks and I remember everything when I'm drunk or blacked out or whatever you wanna call it." I giggled and thought to myself that I'm probably already feeling the liquor. Aaron noticed it a shook his head smiling "Let's make sure that's the only thing you drink tonight, ok?" I nodded in agreement but when Aaron turned his back I went to a nearby cooler and grabbed a beer. I didn't drink often, not anymore at least. I might as well enjoy tonight. I didn't gulp it down like the last one but I didn't babysit it either. I walked around the space I was in. Paintings graced every wall you could see and I could tell that a lot of thought and detail went into the design of this.... this house? Warehouse? What in the fuck would I even call this place?
