Cold Flames

Chapter 2 : Voicemail

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Upon entering my home, I made myself some boiling hot chocolate to ease these jitters I've been having tonight. It felt so good to drink... almost like a reenergizing latte.. minus the extra stuff. I worked myself over to my charger to charge my super dead phone. Making light of my time before the overwhelming amount of awaiting voicemails and I unanswered text messages. What a bother. Nineteen gahdamn messages, and several voicemails?! Of course it's from Limana. Who else has time to piss me off with nineteen voicemails?

"Hey Female Fire! I see you're not here. Sooo you must be on a mate, wait... date! Have fun, and call back to tell deetz! D-Don't screw it up, Mm-kay? Hello? Did you hang up on me? That's so rude! Imma call back." She slurred. The girl had a serious problem with drinking, constantly mixing herself in frivolous relations to fill some empty black hole she can never seem to ignore. She swore up and down it was nothing, but I just knew there was something she wasn't telling me. Poor thing is probably rubbing up on her unknowing assailant right now.

Beep

"Ummm, I think I screwed this up. My bad. WAITER! ANOTHER SHOT! Anyways, I gotta go. I might be partying to hard. You know the place, so come pick up me around four, pretty please? I might be too drunk to focus. What? I'm not drunk! I'm slightly tipsy. So I gotta go! See ya laters!"

Beep

(crowd) CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

"That's right pansies!! Limana DOMINATES! WHOO!"

Beep

"Oh shit. My phone is on."

Beeeeeeep. You have no more messages. Goodbye.

I could hear loud music in the background. Meringue maybe? I guess it is a Tuesday. Sheesh I told her not to return to that one after what happened three months ago. I swear there was so much blood everywhere in that bathroom. Till this day, she swears she has no idea how that big ass trash can moved from its spot falling onto her toe. Poor thing fractured the tip.

Limana is always the center of attention, always trying to get me dates, or dragging me to some unknowing event. I swear I don't know how she accumulates her contacts, but shit do I wish I was confident like her. She must be having a drinking contest. Those grabby types always seem to flock to her like moth on a flame, wanting to lead her down the path of daring to hopefully have her fall victim to their schemes.

I stripped my date clothes, and put on my party clothes. I probably should go thirty minutes early. Someone might try to pick her up or something. If they're persistent enough, she'll say yes. Anything for a ride home when she's desperate. One thing she could never call herself was stuck. But we've had one too many happenings where people weren't always so civil with consent. But she spreads her emotions well... but thin spread is bound to miss something I'm sure.

I shook my head out of the ongoing thought, and checked the time. 11:38PM. Wow, it was sooo early! And I am oh so so very bored. I guess I'll go a little early. 'Fuck shit up' as Limama says. Give them the hot hell they dream up. Ha!

But when I arrived at the club, it seemed more packed than usual. It's Tuesday. Tuesday? Okay, yeah it's definitely Tuesday. Sure enough, every bar stool was taken up, but spotting the intricate soft cauliflower blue hair, I made my way over to my dearest friend. someone was trying to feel up Limana. But she was still in party mode, so he wouldn't progress any further. She spotted me easily, and sauntered toward my direction. The girl had an ambiance like no other I tell you!

"Hey Female Fire! I knew you would come. You can't resist the natural urge to PAAA-RTY!! Haha." She reeked of alcohol. Stumbling over in her rave like attire. Why on earth she enjoyed clashing the cultures was beyond me, but it was always a pleasant site to see. It seemed to be sort of a freestyle night, so there wasn't much of a set mood anyways.