"Let's go!" Frankie yelled over her shoulder at Mac. She was already pulling me outside. I was confused but too drunk to care. Frankie rushed over to the car and hummed impatiently while we waited for Mac.
"Patience, my dear, is a virtue," he chuckled as he strolled over. Frankie huffed and stuck her tongue out at Mac. "You may be in college but you're still about as mature as most girls your age"
"I'm hardly a girl," She whined. "Seventeen is practically thirty!" Mac opened the car door reached into the glove compartment. He pulled out a small baggie with little capsules inside.
"Molly!" I slurred.
"Indeed.This little girl- I mean lady- always helps me out," he smiled at Frankie. "Shall we ?" Frankie held out her hand and I did the same.
"To a night we will never fucking remember !" Frankie shouted.
But I remember it. I remember that night perfectly.
YOU ARE READING
Molly
Short Story"She doesn't fucking love me." The Molly was starting to wear off and the realization was all too clear.
