Call me Uber.

The card.

I stare out the window, half way through the bottle contemplating a way out of this mess. It's not that I don't like going out, it's been so long... I just like my own space sometimes, and Ash has literally been at my house everyday for the last 3 months... I just need time, to gather my thoughts and start again!

"You planning a big night?" I hear from the drivers seat of the car, since when do Uber drivers make conversation? His voice was low and seductive, I almost jumped at the sound of it, always been a sucker for a British accent.
"I hope fucking not" I respond chugging down the remains of my bottle of Moscato. I hear him chuckle, and if that laugh didn't make a girls panties wet - I don't know what would.
"Shut the fuck up Morgs" Ash yells out, "You're going to drink and you're going to enjoy it"
Whatever you say little sis, I roll my eyes as I stare back out the window.

The ride was silent the rest of the way, the driver changing the music half way through the song, I fucking hate that, but I'm already pissed off enough I ain't adding to the drama - because I just can't be bothered dealing with it.
"We're here ladies, you call me when you need to be picked up" he says throwing his arm over the seat handing me a card. The fuck? I grab the card and look over at the rear view mirror, where dark brown eyes seductively stare back over at me - God, I think I just came. "Thanks" I respond as I unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door, throwing the card in my bag and exiting the car.

The music was loud like the last two nights we'd been here, who would have thought that people went out on weeknights? Do they not have jobs? Ash grabs me by the wrist and pulls me to the bar, "I'll buy the first drinks" she yells loudly over the music as she turns towards the bar to order our drinks. I sit down on the bar stool and look over at the already drunken girls hanging off every guy in the bar - pathetic! It's only 7 and these girls look like they've been drinking since 9am and already have their panties off ready for some action.
"Drink up" I hear as I turn to my left, my sister hands me a Jack and coke - drink of choice - and I ain't passing up on my husband Jack. As I take a swig I can see fuck boy from a mile away, "Your mans here" I joke while tapping her on the shoulder and in an instant she's gone - it's just me and Jack tonight, and a club full of hormonal barely legal 18 year olds... fuck this for a joke.

*A few hours later*

I drink the last gulp of my Jack and look over to see if I can find Ash, through this crowd I could barely see a thing. I get up off the stool and realise, I may have drank a bit much. I stumble a little and then find my feet. I need to go home, I walk around the bar to try and find her, and I can't see her. I'm going to fucking choke her ass if she's left without telling me! I head out the front where I see her and fuck boy standing there arguing, oh boy, this ain't going to end well. The crisp air was sending chills up my spine, turns out I may have had one drink too many... I stumble over to my sister who is now standing there, arms folded and that angry look in her face - While he's standing there looking all exhausted - she's done a number!

"And who was she?" I hear her scream - lord jealousy on Day 3, yep he's done for.
"For fucks sake, you ain't my girl" he responds.  This isn't going to go down well!
*Slap*
She fucking slapped him, I can't help but laugh at his facial expression - bet you didn't see that one coming did ya? Ash walks over to me in a huff "let's get the fuck out of here" she says, as I nod in agreement still chuckling from the shit show I had just witnessed.

"Men they're all the same" she sighs.
"He wasn't a man Ash, he was a boy... boys get their dick wet, men finish the job" I respond while taking a drag of my cigarette.
"Well I won't be coming here again" she says, I can't help but smile - this romance was short lived, maybe I'll be able to get some sleep!
"You still got that Uber drivers number?" She asks, I had completely forgotten about British driver at that point. I fumble in my bag to find the card, what the hell? It's gone!
"I must have dropped it on our way out the car" I respond, she's looking pretty pissed.
"Fuck sake, I'll order an Uber then" she says fumbling with her phone.

It takes a while before we get any reception, and we're walking down the alley we were dropped off in. While she's cursing me I pull out another smoke and go to light it, from the corner of my eye I see a white card. Maybe that's British mans number? I lean over and pick it up! Success! I save the day!

"Hello?" His voice, I swear to you it had the sweetest sound. Mezmerised I stop for a second, then clear my throat.
"Hey, you dropped me and my sister off at Steve's Bar a few hours ago"  I hear a chuckle.
"Sounds like you had a big night? Need me to come get you?" Is he mocking me? Surely I don't sound that drunk?
"Could have been wilder! But yeah you alright to come get us?" I respond.
"Yeah I'm just over the road I'll be there in 10, meet me where I dropped you off." And the call ends. Rude!
"He'll be here in 10" Ash nods, Yeah you're fucking welcome!