Seeing is believing

Part 25

** 4 YEARS LATER** I laughed among my three friends as we parted through the busy crowds, arms linked our shopping bags collided as we stumbled in our childish manner. Despite us all being in our twenties, we acted like we were young teenagers. Platinum blonde Franecesca was on the far right with the oldest, Maria by her side. Quite Taylor walked on the far left followed by, well, me. Y/N, the only non-blonde girl among the group. Safe to say, I'm the darkest, most mysterious looking one. Kinda matches my personality then. I'm not who often shares their thoughts. My lips are stained black along with my eyes, silhouetting my shining iris orbs my ink like hair slung down my left shoulder and lay on my leather jacket. Following male perusers looked us girls up and down with smirks of lust while the females furrowed their eyebrows in disgust. That's what tattoos, piercings and dark appearances can do to you. I played with my lip ring as I looked for a possible sit down and relaxing building. My heavily outlined eyes spotted a coffee shop which also happened to sell alcohol. What are the chances? The girls saw too, and we hobbled through the doors, clinging onto each other for balance as we giggled. You'd wonder how'd we acted when drunk, since we weren't interested in the slightest it's a saying. We were told to act our age when we were 12, continued to act that certain age. We were escorted to a table in the back far corner. We tamed our childish actions and acted more grown up as we sat  down. Franccesca wanted a beer, Taylor asked for a tequila, while Maria asked for a vodka and coke. I ordered myself a red wine, of course I had to show my ID, me being the youngest at 21 and looking it. It may only be early afternoon, but shopping takes it's toll on you even Tully. We had been taken to a smoking area. Thank good. Once the waiters back was turned, I had a cigarette clenched in my mouth and already lit. I removed the tub from my jaw and glided my tongue over my bottom lip as I deeply inhaled before breathing out the exhale through my nose. Sorta representing me as som e kind of bull, hence the septum piercing and smoke escaping my nostrils. Once our drinks arrived, the flame of my 'death' stick had been extinguished. Despite the youngest being me, my liquor was somewhat the classiest among the four of us, I gracefully took a sip, avoiding the chances of smuggling my precious, dark lipstick. I closed my eyes as I lowered the wine glass with a satisfied "ah". I heard mean laughter from afar, causing me to reveal my iris orbs again and peer through my hair....