Against The Wall

Chapter Five

"You ready?" Mel asks me as I jump in her car. She looks great. Dark fitted jeans, knee high black heeled boots, lacey turquoise sleeveless top, and a few strands of colourful beads around her neck. Bright colours always look amazing against her olive skin tone. She styled her hair smooth and straight, and did her smokey eye trick. With her wide-set eyes, she can totally pull that look off like a MAC model. Is she looking for a man too, or what? She looks hot.

Raising my brow, I tell her, "Maybe I need a makeover. Guys aren't gonna notice me next to you, hot mama."

"Don't be silly. You look great." She waves me off with a hand in my face to tell me I'm being dramatic. I flip the visor mirror down and notice I really do look good. Well, I don't want to sound conceited but I'd do me. if really do Mel, but I'm doable. I wish I could do a smokey eye though. It just doesn't look the same on my almond-shaped green eyes. Believe me, I've tried. I snap the mirror shut, and she asks me, "Where to?"

"What do you mean, where to? I thought up had that part figured out. You're picking me up."

"This isn't a date, Shel. I thought you'd have a plan."

"Oh great, I finally work up the nerve to get a piece of as and I don't even know where to look for it."

"Don't freak. Lets just think for a sec. Where do single people go to hook up?" Mel pouts her face in deep thought. Hook up - it sounds so dirty.

"I have no fucking clue. Neither one of us has been single in like ten years. The last time I was dating was in college. I'm not about to hit the library or a frat party."

She grins. "That could be fun. You wanna be a cougar?" She flitters her brows.

I punch my friend on the arm and tell her to go to hell. "Let's just go to the new wine bar." I roll my eyes in disbelief. I can't believe I just mentioned a wine bar. Gag.

"Wine? You don't even like wine."

"Well, maybe the guys will be a little classier than if we hit the Yard House for a long skinny tube of beer."

"Oh, honey, you're looking for a man tonight. Don't mention long, skinny and tube in the same sentence." Mel says this with a straight face, but I can't help but laugh.

"What's wrong with long?" I ask through snorts.

"Nothing as long as it's not skinny. I'd rather have short and thick."

I smack her again. "You're bad my friend." And Mel drives away.

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The car turns off and the sound of Mel's favourite 80's boy band is silenced. It's fun to watch her dance to the music like we're still in junior high. After repeatedly watching the same music videos over and over again until the tape threatened to give out, we could've easily been backup dancers. I bet we still could.

"You ready?" she asks, as she opens her car door.

Well, we're here. So I guess it doesn't matter.

And just as quickly as we walk into the place, we walk out.

"What now?" Mel asks as she starts her car.

"Cheesecake Factory?" I suggest.

Mel sighs, "Really? Don't think you're gonna find a guy interested in women sitting at the bar there."

She has a point. "BJ's?"

"You want this hypothetical guy to watch you or a game?"

"Suck it, Mel. You decide then."