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Kirsty was the kind of friend who obsessed over any kind of make up. Lipstick, bronzer, highlight. You name it, she can name at least ten different brands, whether they're cruelty free, how good it is and whether it's worth the price.
While Emi wasn't quite as clued up, being friends with someone who was definitely improved said knowledge. She knew how to glamour herself up for nights well enough at this point, but Kirsty always liked doing it for her if they were going out together.
However, it did mean they took twice as long getting ready, but Kirst always said she enjoyed it and Emi could hardly complain. She always came out of the end of it looking at least like an eight out of ten.
The first few times they did this, Emi was extremely fearful that she was going to have a horrible burn on her cheek or look a completely different colour from the layering of foundation. Turns out, Kirsty is incredible at styling people.
"Right, all done!" Kirsty announced, stepping back and looking Emi over once. "Yep, stunning as always." She winked, whipping around to turn off the switch at the wall.
"Me or your make up?" Emi raised an eyebrow and stood from the chair.
"Both, of course," Kirsty said with a click of her tongue. "We should get going or there's gonna be no catching up with everyone."
"How much are you planning on drinking, by the way?" She asked subtly as she fastened her heels. They were slightly higher than she usually went for, but worth it. They were the prettiest shoes she'd ever seen.
"Enough," She replied cryptically.
"Just don't leave me in the crowd this time, ok?"
"Ok, yeah, but I'm not promising anything."
"Wouldn't expect anything less."
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Before they'd left, Kirsty had insisted upon them taking at least two shots. Meaning, Emi took two and she took three. Either way, it left them buzzed as they climbed out of the taxi and made their way into the flat where the party was happening.
The sound of music was loud and Emi was just glad that the entire block of flats was pretty much students or they probably would've been shut down. There were people already outside the door, against the wall, shoving their tongues down each others throats.
Emi screwed her nose up at the sight and looked away, causing Kirsty to laugh.
"I know you don't come out a lot, but that's nothing compared to some of the shit you see at these parties."
They wove between party-goers, Kirsty pulling her behind as they tried to find Sarah. At last, they found her right next to the drinks.
Immediately, they were greeted. "Hey, I'm so glad you guys could make it!" She exclaimed, pulling both of them into a hug. "Especially you, Emi." She turned around, picking up two plastic cups of what could only be described as alcohol. Nothing specific. Just alcohol. "Drink these and have fun, ok?"
"Emi, come and dance," Kirsty said, her voice muffled as she spoke between gulps of her drink. Emi began to shake her head, opening her mouth to excuse herself, but she wasn't having any of it today. "Dance with me! Come on, lighten up!"
Emi sighed, looking around the room for a second before nodding her head. "Fine, but only because I'm here and there's nothing better for me to do."
"I knew you were a party girl deep down."
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"This is so much fun!" Emi laughed, lifting her arms above her head as she danced with Kirsty, or against her. Letting loose with her best friend was always something she loved doing, but never allowed herself to do. "Thanks for bringing me."
Kirsty wrapped an arm around her shoulders, lifting her mouth to her ear. "Since I'm such an amazing best friend, why don't you go and get me another drink?"
"Fine, give me your cup." Emi held out her hand, the cup was there in an instant.
"Thanks, Em!" She kissed her cheek, spinning away to dance with Sarah.
Above the music, she could hear her laughing and joking. She had always been loud and that was how they'd become such good friends. Kirsty was usually the one who brought her out of her shell, but Emi was also the one who brought her down to earth, showing her the difference between fantasy and what was realistic.
It wasn't unusual for nights ending up in Kirsty coming home barely able to walk. Emi was usually the one holding back her hair as she emptied her stomach into their toilet, rubbing her back, and helping her to bed.
And also ended up being the one waking her up with breakfast the next morning, even if Kirsty wanted to sleep until noon.
Emi smiled to herself as she poured out two drinks, knowing which was who's from the colour of the lipstick stains. While she wore pink, Kirsty went all out with burgundy. Speaking of which, she probably had a lovely burgundy lipstick stain on her cheek.
The next series of events unfolded in slow motion for Emi, not helped by the alcohol in her system.
She turned to walk back into the crowd of dancers, when she came into harsh contact with another person. This sent the drinks all over her and him, followed by a flurry of curses from both of them as it soaked into their clothes.
"Fuck's sake, watch where you're going, yeah?" He snapped, his Newcastle accent showing through in his annoyance.
"Watch where I'm going? Maybe you should watch where you're going?" Emi hissed back, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Whatever," He grumbled, pushing past her to the drinks table.
If Emi was the petty sort, she would've thrown more drinks over him, but instead she took a deep breath and made her way to the bathroom to, attempt to, clean herself up.
