The 80s

The Sex Of It

1987 Stockholm, Sweden

Hannah held her glass out. "Nice party Jas."

"Thank you girl!" I clicked my glass with hers. "My man sure can throw a party."

"I can't lie shorty pippins can throw a party."

I slapped her wrist. "Leave me baby alone...only I can make fun of his height."

She rolled her eyes. "You can't make fun of nobody. You shorter than his ass."

I huffed, crossing my arms. "It's only 2 inches."

"Psh, what are you liked 4'9"

I pouted. "I'm 5 feet tall." I am! My doctor told me so. I get this from everybody. I turned to look out at the part, everybody drinking, dancing, and most of all trying to get laid by the end of the night. I scanned the room for Prince but I still couldn't find him. He brought the house down earlier. How many girls can have a boyfriend throw a party for them and provide the musical entertainment. It was for my Grammy nominations, two by the way. Producer of the Year and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. I'm humble but bitch I deserved them.

"Oh no!" Hannah said, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at her but she was still looking out into the crowd.

"Girls what!"

"Who let Naomi drink?" she slapped me on the shoulder, my hand shot to it. Bitch got a heavy ass hand. "I thought you was watchin' her."

Naomi holds liquor than a strainer, so we all take turns watching her, which I was not about to do at my party. "I thought Gigi was watchin' her."

I scanned the crowd for Gigi only to find her pressed up against the wall flirting with Andre Cymone. I saw her hand shoot out and grab his balls. I know for a fact we won't be seeing her tonight.

Naomi came into my vision and she coming right for us, stumbling everywhere. I held my hands out just incase she fell.

"Hey sweetie."I cooed, tilting with her as she was steadying herself.

"Jasmyn!! Jasmyn!! she yelled as if I wasn't infront of her.

"I'm right here girl!" She held her finger up to the side like she was shushing someone, I shot my head to the side and saw no one there. I looked back at her highly confused.

Her speech was extremely slurred. "Hold-Hold on one second, i'll be right with you Mr. Duckford."

Hannah came to my side, worried look on her face. "Who the hell is Mr.Duckford?"

"How far away are the stars?" Hannah snatched the glass from her and sniffed it, she threw her hands up angrily.

I creased my brows. "What?"

"It's Everclear in this shit!"

I gasped, snatching the glass to sniff it myself. "Everclear is like 150 proof."

"I'll go get her some water." She hurried off leaving me with Naomi who was whispering to the air. "Jasmyn!" she grabbed both my wrists catching me off guard. "Let's order-I was just thinking, let's order a kebab."

"A what?"

"A kebab."

"But I but I want it in this order: vegetable, meat, meat, vegetable, meat. And, uh, Mr. Duckford would like some quackers." she bursted into a fit of hysterical laughter, to my horror. I always get left with the drunk friend.

"I think we should leave now."

"No, no, No, you can't" She tried to pull a way, dropping to the ground in the process. I finally gave up and crouched down on the ground with her. "Jasmyn, I need your help. I have to pee and I can't find my peehole."