Spilled Wine

Chapter Two

That is Jess played by the beautiful Megan Fox!

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   The car ride to the club was filled with giggles and screams as we blasted our favorite songs and laughed when we heard our horrible singing. We looked good and we knew it. The poor driver casted glances our way throughout their the mirror with a 'what the fuck' expression on his face. 

   Eh, nothing new, I shrugged.

   "I don't care! I love it! I don't care! I love it! I love it!" We belted the lyrics at the top of our lungs. It was almost nine but it looked, and sounded, like it was three a.m and we were two drunk teenagers experiencing what it was like to be intoxicated for the first time. I personally didn't think it looked like my first time. I mean, my first time was a shit ton worse. I laugh at the memory. Jessica pokes my side and raises an eyebrow.

   "Hey, what's so funny?" she asks curiously.

   "Do you remember when we were 17, junior year, and that cute jock I liked, Nick, threw that 'First party of the year' thing?" I smirk.

   "Ohh yeah! Oh My God that party was awesome. I remember it was January and people were still talking about it. Good times man."

   "Well..." I continue, "I just recalled the time when we got ready for that party and I was all exited, ready to go see Nick and flirt. Or at least, you know, try to flirt and then end up publicly humiliating myself. But I suppressed my fears and strutted through those french doors, perfect smile on,  ready to go find Nick. Oh but little did I know I didn't need to go find him. He was in front of me sitting on the couch with Kendra Oleson sprawled on top of him. Her tiny skirt barely covering her ass and her boobs pushed up and out while they were tongue wrestling, sucking face, swappin' spit, whatever you want to call it."

   "To be fair I think he got herpes from her or something like that." Jessica pointed out.

      I snapped my finger and smiled, "True, true. But I was so heart broken that even the sight of her cheap ass red lipstick smeared all over him wasn't enough to cheer me up. I bolted and ran out of there as fast as my legs could possibly take me. I locked myself in the nearest porta-potty and cried in the musty odor about my stupid crush cheating on me even though we weren't really dating but in my head we were married with two kids and a dog named Boxer."

   Jess just sat there looking at me with wide eyes then threw her head back and laughed. More like she snorted, wheezed and gasped for air but you get the gist. I sighed remembering all the good times we had. I missed being so young and care-free. My biggest worries were if I had studied enough for Mr. Welf's tests. But I was an an adult now. I could make my own choices and do whatever the hell I wanted. (All while being a law abiding citizen and paying my taxes.) I opened the window and let some cool air onto my face. I had to be in my prime state. Because whether I liked it or not, Jessica was right: the only way to forget about Nate and move on, was to drink the memories of him away. Mom was right. I did get the alcoholism from her side of the family.  But what is a better, cliche, way to face your problems? Being drunk while doing so. So yeah. I will drink tonight. I will meet a cute guy. I might do something I shouldn't. But I will most definitely, positively, absolutely, forget the name that shattered me. 

   Hey I'd drink to that!

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   The car comes to a screeching halt and Jess and I lurch forward almost banging our heads on the fuzzy seats in front of us. Jess shoots him a glare and checks her makeup and fixes her hair. When she's done she turns to me and lookes over my entire face, my hair and my dress to make sure not a single hair is out of place. Once satisfied we pay the driver and get out of the car into the cool nights air. You could hear the loud music from outside the club sending vibrations through my body. Jess grins and we rub our hands together like an evil villain, prepared to dominate the club. Tossing our hair over our shoulder we walk up to the bouncer. We throw flirtatious smiles and do a little wave with our fingers. He smirks at us and let's us in.