Liquid Courage

Night 023

Ten songs later, my feet started hurting and my stomach is demanding for food. We decided to go back to our table to have our dinner.

The guys insisted to get out food so we let them. We even teased them to stop pretending being a gentleman but they just ignored us and went straight to the buffet area.

“Oh my gosh, Marg,” Kia excitedly called me. “I am so kilig with you and Pax! You look so nice together!”

Ly sneered. “Excuse me, but my ship is way better. Alfonso and Marg is the original pair and Pax is just an extra in the story.”

“Pax is taller!”

“So what? Alfonso is more handsome.”

“No, Pax won as Mr. Intramurals!”

“Alfonso is the Mr. Biology and that’s an out of university contest, Kia.”

I immediately stopped them before it heated up. “Girls, stop. There is no competition between the two, okay?”

When the guys arrived with our food, we all digged in like we haven’t eaten for two days. Even though it’s a slow dance, I still felt tired because the boys are being hyper a while ago.

After finishing my iced tea, I told Pax that I have to go to the restroom. With my purse, I left our group’s table and quickly went there. I was shocked to see the long line outside and when I peaked inside, the room is so packed with girls retouching their make-ups.

Instead of wasting my time lining up, I exited the function hall and rode the elevator. I got off at the second floor and started walking down the hallway. There is a bathroom in every floor and I think there won’t be a lot of people inside.

I entered and saw three girls fixing their faces while in front of the sink. The huge mirror has lights on the side and it makes retouching easier.

I went on the last cubicle and took my time peeing. It was kinda hard doing it while I’m on a long dress. While I was inside the cubicle, my forehead creased when I heard a loud sound coming from outside. Then I overheard the girls shrieked.

Quickly, I fixed my dress and went out of the cubicle. There, on the floor, I saw a mirror shattered into pieces.

The girl on red gown smiled sheepishly at me, “Sorry, it slipped on my hand.”

“It’s alright. Are you okay?” I said as I looked at her hand.

She nodded. “I’m good. Thanks.”

I watched her get a tissue and picked up the pieces of mirror. Slowly, she put in on the side of the sink. Maybe she didn’t want to put in on the trashcan because our university janitors uses their hands in segregating the garbage since some students are too stubbon to follow.

They said a quick bye to me when they are done.

I stared myself in the mirror. My foundation on the face is still intact so I just brushed a little powder to remove some of the oil. I brought out my lipgloss from the purse and started applying a light coating. Using my bare hands, I started combing my hair slowly when I noticed another reflection in the mirror.

My breathing hitched.

She gave me a smirk through the mirror. “I love your lipstick, Margaret. Can you tell me the brand so I can buy it too?”

It was Cesca in her white tulle dress. As I stare into our reflection, I saw how beautiful she is tonight. She doesn’t have a lot of colors on her face. Her make-up is so natural and the pink lipstick highlighted her features. The white gown makes her look innocent and angelic.