My Love for Her

8: Celebrations

Then, the weekend came.

6 o'clock on Saturday evening, I was sitting on the bed, in my towel, figuring out what I should wear. I had 2 dresses, a playsuit, and a fancy top and skirt laid out on the bed. I was leaning towards one of the dresses. It was black, which always made my hair stand out nicely, bright blue against a black background. It was lacy, with a halter neck, and had no back to it. It was quite short, and mostly see-through, but I figured, what's wrong with looking sexy?

I removed the towel from my body, giving my naked figure a study in the mirror. Sometimes, I would forget about all my tattoos, then I'd see them and it would make me very happy. I traced over Sarah's name on my ribs, then fiddled with my belly button piercing. I changed the plain bar I had in it for a prettier, purple one, then did the same with the piercings in my nose and lip. I put on the dress, and thought about how much I loved wearing dresses that show my arms, showing off my floral sleeve tattoo. Then, I turned around to make sure that the Cheshire Cat I had on my back wasn't covered.

I dried and styled my hair, curling it, then did my makeup. By the time I was ready to leave, I had to admit that I looked great. I grabbed my handbag, checked to make sure everything I needed was in it, and walked out the door, locking it behind me.

As I left the apartment block, I called the girls, letting them know that I was on my way. They were nearly there, and promised me that they would wait outside for me.

Once we were in the club, it was so easy to just get drunk, dance, just have a good time. It was the first time in months that I had no stresses, no worries, was just here to enjoy myself.

I should have known that it wasn't going to last.

I was up at the bar, getting myself a drink, when I saw a girl beside me. She was really pretty.

It was the first time in a while that I'd even noticed anybody except Olivia. I looked over to the girls, who were all busy dancing.

"Hey, can I get two shots of tequila?" I asked the bartender, who nodded and poured them for me. I knocked the two of them back, for confidence, then brought my vodka and Coke with me to the pretty brunette who was smiling shyly at me.

"Hi. My name's Alice." I smiled at her.

"I'm Jamie," the girl said. She nodded towards her empty glass. "I'm just getting another drink."

"Yeah, I just got one," I responded, showing her my glass, then drinking some of it. "Have you been here long?" I asked.

"Oh, hours!" Jamie giggled. "Me and my friends just finished our exams. But they all left!" She pouted, and looked really cute doing so.

"Well, you're more than welcome to have a few drinks with us," I offered.

"Are you sure? I mean, you all seem to be having such a good time-"

"That can only be made better with more company." I picked up both of our drinks, and walked her over to our table, where just Ciara was sitting. "Hey, how come you're not dancing?"

"These heels are killing me!"

"Ciara, this is Jamie. Jamie, Ciara."

When Jamie and I finished our drinks, the two of us got up to dance. I wasn't sure if Jamie was straight or not, but the two of us were drunk enough that I figured I'd take a run at her, see how it went. The two of us were dancing, close together, and I made a decision, and kissed her.

The two of us kissed for a while, before Jamie pulled away.

"Wait a second." She shook her head. "No. No, I don't kiss girls."