Releasing Inhibitions

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I didn't think there was anything I hated more than wasting my day. That statement was still true until I found myself splayed across my living room floor on my back bored out of my mind on a Saturday night. My phone was in my hand as I scrolled through Instagram, trying to find some sort of amusement that I knew deep down wouldn't last. I stopped on my best friends' page, swiping left through all the pictures she took and posted. The pictures consisted of these people dressed up in shiny black latex and some even had ball gags in their mouths. I checked to see how long ago the pictures were posted, seeing they were posted 10 minutes ago. A sudden emotion of jealousy pricked my heart as I rolled my eyes and locked my phone. Why wasn't I getting invited to fun parties like that. Half of me wanted to call my friend and curse her out, while the other half knew better than that. I rolled over on to my knees and slowly rose from the floor, heading to my bedroom. There wasn't shit else to do so I might as well study for my upcoming finals. I pulled my textbook out of my messenger back just as I heard an obnoxious knock on my door. There was only one person just as extra as my ass; my best friend.

I sucked my teeth loudly while slowly shuffling my way out of my room and over to the front door. "No one is home." I shouted through the door, trying my hardest to bite back a giggle. "Bitch, open the door or I'll use the key," my best friend threatened. I rolled my eyes with a defeated sigh, unlocking the door and swinging it open for my best friend. To my surprise, she wasn't alone as she tugged her annoying girlfriend into my apartment as well. I couldn't stand her girlfriend with every fiber in my body, but I was cordial and respectful nonetheless to keep my best friend happy. As long as she was faithful, treated my bitch right, and didn't try to stand in the way of our friendship, I was happy. I just didn't like the way she acted as if she was above everyone else. I shut and locked the door behind them before I made my way into the living room to find them sat on the couch entangled in each other. I folded my arms beneath my bust line, clearing my throat loudly. That caught the attention of my best friend, pulling her from her giggly conversation.

"Janee, I don't even know why you're here. I'm fucking mad at you, Bitch. How dare you go out and not eve-" "Before you try to chew my ass out, I would have invited you but Alana only had two tickets," my best friend interrupted me. Alanas' lips jutted out into a soft pout. "I'm sorry. I did think of you when I was given the tickets. I even asked if my coworker had an extra one." It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at Alana. I knew she was lying because the dislike was mutual. I exhaled an exasperater sigh while glaring at my best friend. "You really out here partying without me. How badly do you want me to cancel you?" She pulled away from her girlfriend to cock her head all the way to the right at me. "First of all, ChaMayo, it wasn't a party. It was a BDSM event."

Now it was my turn to cock my head to the side, but in confusion. "Okay, what the fuck is a BDSM event?" My best friend giggled at me as she rose from the couch to walk over to my clueless ass. She pulled her phone from her sweatpants and handed me her phone. I watched the video of what looked like to me a bunch of people fucking and having a grand ass time. I rolled my brown eyes as I handed my best friend her phone. "I said what I said. It looks like a party to me." Janee snatched her phone back and shoved it in her pocket. "You're just jealous because you didn't go, Bitch." Janee and I broke into a giggle fit over the true statement. I wiped the tears from my eyes, realizing I was being a bad host. "y'all want some wine?" They both shook their head no. I shrugged my shoulders, disappearing into the kitchen to grab my cheap wine out the fridge. I made my way back into the living room and plopped on the couch opposite of my best friend and her girlfriend. "Spill the tea."