"Perfect." My best friend Heather said as she placed a small tiara on my head. "Now you look like a princess."
"But I'm not a princess, I'm just celebrating my 18 birthday." I wasn't feeling that confident and it had something to do with the fact that me and Heather are in a whole new country. We flew together all the way to Ireland for my 18 birthday.
"Which is all the more reason to look like a princess." Heather told me. "You look awesome in that little black dress."
I looked at myself in the mirror. I made the mistake of letting Heather choose my outfit and of course she picks out the only 5 inch heels I brought to Ireland, which also happen to be black stillettos that I find hard to walk in and I bought on a whim when I was 16, along with a short tight black dress from her closet and thankfully she's taller than me which makes the dress slightly longer on me.
"Why I made the mistake of letting you pick out my outfit I'll never know." I sighed, and sat down on the bed and kicked off my shoes.
"Don't forget you said I could do your makeup too." Heather told me with a huge grin on her face.
"No you begged to and I caved in and said yes." I reminded her.
"Chantal, you are single, in Ireland and about to celebrate your eighteenth birthday at a nightclub. Live a little!" She said as she pulled down the neckline of my dress a little so you could a tiny bit of cleavage.
"Okay your right, maybe I'll even meet a hot guy." I was beginning to get pumped. "Work your magic and make me look hot but I'm limiting you to eyes only."
"What! That's not fair." Heather protested.
"That's all I normally wear and you may have gotten me to change my entire style but that's it I am not changing what my face looks like." I was not bending and I hoped she could tell.
"Fine." She said, she wasn't happy about it but I was getting my way this time. "Your eyes are gonna be the hottest eyes any guy has ever seen." With that she went to work on my eyes.
I swear she spent a good half an hour making sure my eyes were perfect, but I gotta give her credit my eyes looked hot. "I love it, my eyes look awesome Heather."
"See Chantal, what did I tell you, come on let's go." Heather said and put on her heels and urged me to do the same as she stood waiting by the door.
I just hoped I was able to walk in those heels. I pulled them on and walked to the door, I was surprised to find that walking wasn't as hard as I used to think they were, but I was still glad that the club we were going to was just around the corner from our hotel. Heather opened the door and we left our hotel room.
I was pumped, I couldn't wait to get to the nightclub. The hotel was only two stories so we took the stairs down, and exited through the lobby. We walked to the club which was just around the corner and down the street a little. When we got to the nightclub Heather talked to the bouncer and told him it was my birthday and we got to skip the line and got straight in. But he still needed to card us and make sure we were 18. We showed him our driver's licenses, he wished me a Happy Birthday and we headed inside.
"Chantal wanna go get a drink?" Heather yelled to be heard over the music.
"Sure." I yelled back, I was kinda nervous though I wasn't sure what I liked, I'm an 18 year old from Canada, I'm not allowed to drink in Canada so as much this makes sound like a goody two shoes I've never drank before.
We headed over to the bar. On the way there Heather was scoping out guys and I was trying to figure out what to order.
We got to the bar and Heather ordered a pina colada.
