[4] Breakeven

8 - A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

8 - A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

“Okay, Edna just texted me. We’re going out tonight,” Mary announced a Saturday night as I rested on my belly on my bed. I was roaming through an old magazine when I looked up and raised my eyebrows questioningly at her.

“Excuse me?” I inquired, not sure I had heard her right. First of all, who made plans at the last minute? And who had asked me? I do not recall any previous conversation about this.

“You heard me, get that little white bum up. We have to shave everything that needs shaving and get dressed. We’re going out tonight. We have to find you matching underwear and made sure your makeup is just perfect,” she ranted on as I just stared at her bewildered. She had not even asked me if I was up for it! And why did I need to shave and wear matching underwear? They did not seriously expect me to just sleep with a random bloke, did they?

“Haven’t you thought that maybe I have plans?” I questioned, sure I was turning red due to how upset and flustered I was. I did not have plans, I barely ever did, but it was the only excuse I could think of to get out of this hell they wanted to put me through.

Mary turned to look at me with raised eyebrows and burst out laughing. I only stared at her, feeling quite offended. She looked at me apologetically as she tried to contain the giggles. “Oh…you were serious…” she finally rambled as she continued to giggle.

I cocked an eyebrow and decided I was done with it. “I’m going to get a cookie,” I muttered under my breath as I exited my room. And I called her my best friend!

“No! Wait, I’m sorry!” she yelped and I heard her running after me. I rolled my eyes and fastened my pace towards the small kitchen. That was so like Mary. She would always offend me and ten chase after me begging for forgiveness. And I always forgave her; it was like an endless cycle. “Come on, it will be fun!” she said, trying to sound convincing.

“I’m not in the mood, Mary.” But just because I always forgave her did not mean I could not have some fun making her feel awful about it. She was so sweet that she always bought it, never getting the joke.

“Ugh, you’ll never be!” she complained as she walked behind me.

“Can we talk about this later on?” I questioned annoyed.

“You know if you don’t get ready Edna will come here and drag you out!” she threatened and I stopped right on my tracks.

I scoffed and continued to walk along. The anxiousness had taken over me, though. I could picture perfectly Edna stomping into my apartment and dragging me towards the club. I shuddered at the thought as I swallowed the cookie I had just grabbed and made a beeline towards the bathroom. Mary’s satisfied and victorious grin did not go unnoticed, though.

“You’re awful!” I accused from the bathroom, my voice probably sounding muffled by the closed door.

“You know you love me and that you need this!” she wailed from outside, making me stick my tongue out at her, even if she could not see me.

“You wish,” I rebutted.

“A little party never killed nobody!” she sang and I rolled my eyes. She was so predictable and annoying at times.

A couple of hours later, we were with Edna and her boyfriend –who we learned was named Hendrick-, and some other friends of theirs in a night club. I was in a too tight black dress and really high heels. Besides from the fact that I was wearing too much makeup and I was sure I would pass out at any minute just from the nerves and uneasiness I was feeling. I used to love going out to clubs with Mary and other girls we were friends with, but this new me had never before gone to a club and that would not leave me in peace.

I was just afraid I would do something stupid and ruin everything I had been working so hard for this past months.

At the beginning of the night, I had whined on and on about how this was a bad idea. But after a slap, literal slap, from Edna which she accompanied with a scorn on how I had to enjoy my life and body while I was young, we were out the door. She did go to my place and dragged me out after all. If I had not been dressed she would have probably skinned me alive, though.

It took some time for Mary and I to get used to Edna’s boyfriend, but after hanging out with him for awhile, we realized he was actually pretty cool. He was really relaxed and he let Edna do everything, which was obviously their little secret to have such a great relationship.

After being comfortable with him and some shots of tequila, we were ready for an unforgettable night. We danced and laughed, and by the end of the night, I was already taking someone home. It turned out after all, that all I really needed was to get some fun.