One Letter Away

Single Ladies Night

When we got there Zoey parked in the parking lot between 2 other vehicles. Inside the car on our left, a gay couple started making out with each other while aggressively caressing each other's hair. C'mon this is not a gay bar.

"We're here, bitches!" shouted Valentina, sticking her arm out the window and into the air. We all cheered on to our arrival at the club.

"All right bitches, get your IDs ready because it's time to party!" shouted Zoey. "And remember, it's Single Ladies Night so no boys."

"No boys." Kayla repeated.

"All right." said Zoey as she nodded her head. "Now lets party!"

Valentina, Zoey, and Kayla got out of the car while I stayed in, looking around while biting my fingers. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you nervous?" Riley asked. Oh I'm very nervous. What if we get caught? Do bad girls do this all the time?

"A little bit." I lied. Why should I lie to my best friend?

"Take it easy." she said. "We need to have fun for once in our lives. Besides, no one is going to catch us. We have our fake IDs." I turned back to look at her. My anxiety vanishes.

"You're right." I said, putting a smile on my face. "Lets go have some fun."

"Now that's what I'm talking about."

I opened the car door and grabbed my small purse. Riley walked to the other side of the car to get besides me. She locked her arms with mine while we walked to the waiting line like princesses. All I hear is muffled music playing into the distance.

When we got to the bar bouncer, I dug into my purse and pulled out my ID which says that I am freaking 23 when I am actually 17 years old.

"Ma'am may I see some ID please?" the bouncer asked. He was a tall African-American who looks like he hit the gym before he applied for this job. I handed him my ID card while Riley also handed him her's. What if he tells us to get out of here? What if he calls our parents? He gave us back our IDs.

"Go on." he gestured to the opened door. I can't believe it worked. For a second, I thought we was going to call our parents for trying to get into a night club. We walked inside and saw people dancing their asses off. All the girls in their beautiful dresses which are going to be puked on by the end of this night. The guys in their suits and tuxedos chatting with their girlfriends and probably trying to lure women into their apartments. The disco ball rotating and the dance floor literally lighting up. When we walked inside, Zoey, Valentina, and Kayla stood next to door, waiting for us.

"Took you guys long enough." said Valentina.

"Sorry, it was a long line." I said.

"C'mon, lets go get drinks." Zoey said. 5 single ladies at a club when they're not supposed to, partying and drinking on a Friday night. We are so bad.

"Please, I am thirsty." exclaimed Kayla. We walked over to the bar while me and Riley's arms are still locked. We tried to squeeze in between the people who are dancing along with their dates and friends. I used to left arm to push the drunken party goers out of our way.

"Out of the way people!" yelled Valentina. We finally arrived at the bar after pushing a thousand drunk adults. The bartender started cleaning off the glass cups with awash rag.

"While you're at it Austin, get us all some martinis." said Zoey. The bartender turned around to look at us.

"Well if it isn't Zoey Mitchell and the Single Ladies Club." said Austin. "The club that'll never get pregnant any time soon."