Spaces ~ z.m.

The Night

One.

More.

Stroke.

I set the mascara tube down and inspected my makeup. I nodded at myself before putting away everything, almost haphazardly since I was already late. I already know Jenna is gonna go off on me because of this.

One final plump of my hair and I walked out of my bathroom, rushing to put my heels on and transfer some important stuff into a smaller purse for the night.

Sigh, I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and the whole apartment was so silent. I felt like I was going crazy until I finally mustered the courage to tell my best friend. The cheers on the other side of the phone relieved me, at least I wasn't in the wrong in her eyes.

Right as I thought of her, a familiar honk of a car came from outside my balcony. I knew it was her since she always honks when she's been waiting a while. I grabbed my things and left my apartment, eager to forget about everything in just one night.

Carefully I came outside wearing my heels. I haven't worn heels in so long! My ex never goes out and if he does it's usually to drink with the guys so of course I'm not included. I walked to Jenna's car and got inside, huffing now that I was officially ready.

"Took ya long enough, roll this for me." Jenna handed me her stash box and I silently went to work. I'm the only person she trusts to roll her blunts since I pearl em so good. Hehe, I'm a pro at this practically.

"So tell me about the club we're going to." I beckoned while she sped down the street. I'm kinda used to it now. I glanced at Jenna and saw a smile grow on her face. I immediately knew what she wasn't going to tell me.

"042? I hate that place. It's always so crowded—"

"You only hate it cause that's where you met that douchebag. I promise when you're not looking for guys it's fucking lit. Trust me." Jenna assured me, but I wasn't assured. She was right on why I hated the club. Everytime I pass by that place I'm reminded of how that asshole bagged me. How did I get turned on by a big wad of cash? God, 21 year old me was something else.

But I'm 25 now, and I won't make the same silly mistakes again. I grumbled something to myself before finishing the first blunt. I got another pack of cigarillos and went to work on another one.

Jenna made her way to the club and seeing the neon flashing lights made my stomach do flips. What if he had the same idea to come here like Jenna? How can I even avoid that without looking lovesick? I hate his guts, which is why I broke up with his ass!

"Let's just get takeout and watch Percy Jackson! Please!" I whined as she paid for parking and parked in the back.

"Hell no! You always do that, literally every night and I refuse to sit through a movie while you recite everything that's happening! At least have a drink or two and then make up your mind!" Jenna said harshly, I recoiled at the truth before handing her stash box back and getting my purse.

She's right. a 25 year old girl curling on her couch wasting her life away in front of her teen crush of so many years doesn't sound like the glamorous life Fergie sang about.

I wonder what will happen tonight? Other than Jenna getting hammered and me probably driving us home...

After being inspected for weapons and paying the entry fee, I was hit with a cloud of smoke that fought to escape the club. Everything was dark except for the black lights that illuminated people's bright colored outfits. I was lucky to at least wear white shorts so Jenna could spot me easy. She wore a neon green strapless dress that was also illuminated by the black lights. Before I had a chance to persuade her to leave with me, she grabbed my hand and made our way to the bar.

"Two double shots!" She ordered cheerfully while pulling out her I.D and handing it to the bartender. I did the same since we both still look pretty young to be categorized as adults.

Hehe, black don't crack.

"Here you go." The bartender placed two double shot drinks on napkins and slid them in front of Jenna. I eyed her as she grabbed a shot and slid the other one in front of me.

Jenna noticed my hesitation and gave a glare.

"He's not here girl, relax! You might find Prince Charming tonight." She taunted me and I scoffed.

"You said not to look for guys tonight!" I retorted but still grabbed the drink. Jenna downed the shot, making a face as she slammed the glass on the bar table.

"I said 'when you're not looking for guys it's fucking lit'. Did you forget you get guys by doing nothing? Why do you think that asshat was always down your throat about literally anything? Just relax and let the night play out!" Jenna said proudly and asked for a regular mixed drink.

I glanced at her, the back of the club, and the drink before ultimately deciding to down it. The burning sensation was something I wasn't looking forward to, but was surely missed. We used to do this every Friday...

Fuck that guy...