Two Weeks Later
Ramirah Shiloh Capri
I slammed my textbook down and collapsed dramatically onto my bed. Finals were finally over, and I was off work for the next month. To say this semester had been a stressful, would be an understatement.
This New Year's, I'm ready to drink until I couldn't remember my own name. After the hell I just went through, I, Ramirah Capri, needed a strong drink—like, yesterday.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Nina's number.
"I know there's something going on tonight. I need a drink—a strong one. Maybe even a little hookah!" I exclaimed, making her raise an eyebrow at me.
"Oh my God! It must be raining cats and damn dogs!" she replied dramatically, and I rolled my eyes.
"Girl, this semester kicked my ass. I need to forget about everything for a night," I said, scrolling through Twitter for something interesting.
"I got invited to a section tonight for this nigga birthday at a club if you want to come," she explained. I nodded, grateful for the distraction.
"Yeah, that's cool. As long as there's a bar and some hookah, I'm down," I told her, and she sent me the details, instructing me to be ready in an hour and a half.
That was my cue to get my act together. I jumped in the shower and laid out my outfit.
I kept it cute yet simple—sexy but not over the top slutty. While doing my makeup, I poured a glass of wine to kick off the vibes. I opted for a light beat and styled my hair half-up, half-down, accessorizing with silver jewelry.
I snapped a few pics before heading downstairs to meet Nina and hop in the Uber.
"Bitch, you look good!" we said in unison.
"Everybody better hide their bitches, because my girl is OUTSIDE!" she recorded me walking toward the car.
"Bitch, send me that!" I laughed.
"We're getting lit tonight!" she yelled, clearly already tipsy. I was trying to channel whatever energy she had, I needed it.
Once we arrived at the club, I followed her to the section, where we met up with the girls from the other night whose names I'd already forgotten, plus two dudes.
We greeted each other with hugs and started mingling. Not long after, the bottle girls rolled out with two bottles: one of 1942 and the other of Don Julio Anejo.
We're on tequila tonight? Should've brought some Liquid IVs. Don Anejo always puts me on demon time. But hey, no classes and no work, so it doesn't even matter
"Baddie baddie shot o'clock!" they announced, and we all downed a bunch of shots. I was already feeling it—my eyes felt heavy as I leaned back, humming along to Sexy Red.
"Bitch, you're drunk!" Nina pointed out, and everyone laughed.
"Drunk is me and I am drunk!" I laughed along, then suggested, "More shots?" Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Here comes your girl," Nina whispered, nudging me to look around.
"I don't see anybody," I said, still scanning the crowd.
She literally turned my head to face the bar, and there she was—Solana, or Nova. We hadn't spoken since that day at the mall, and part of me wanted to walk over, but my pride made sure I stayed put.
"Pass me the bottle," I mumbled, and Nina laughed, gesturing for me to relax.
I felt a little excitement when I thought she might come over, but she walked right past me to the birthday boy. Ouch.