Lovebug

Excuse to party

After 3 separate naps on a wealthy mans couch, the three of us were woken up by the sound of knocking on the door.

"Oh shit!" Ruth shouted, hopping up from the couch.

Ruth opened the door, letting in 6 people with brightly coloured hair and hard lemonade.

I'm starting to sense a trend in Ruth's friends.
Neons.

I get up from the couch and untie my hair.
Strangers shouldn't see my ears.

Sleepy falls back asleep in seconds, unphased.
Ah. Okay. I get it.

"Is this the girl?" Pink hair says
"Yeah that's the one." Ruth answers.

Pink hair walks towards me and hands me a hard lemonade and offers a hand to shake.
"I'm Aubrey. And you must be the excuse Ruth is using to party."
I shake her hand.
"That's me!"
"What's your name, excuse?"
"Lovebug"
"Aw fuck that's cool, a pretty girl with a name like that deserves two lemonades."
She hands me another one and heads for the kitchen.

Sick.

I introduce myself to the rest of them.
more show up before I can remember all their names.
I get lost in the sea of coloured hair before I even know what's going on.

8:50 pm.
Sleepy is still out on the couch.
8:51.
I've had 2 hard lemonades in the span of 3 minutes.
My stomach hurts.
8:55.
I really really miss my phone.
9:07.
Ruth hands me a shot.
I take it.

The heaviness is back, paired with the drunken sinking.

I'm unconcerned.
Despite the desperation I'm cursed with from missing my phone.
From missing Miguel.

Something about drunkenness is safe.
This night is going incredibly slowly.
Aubrey is spending her time winning my attention, in her tight leather yellow pants.
Sleeves I want to wrap my hands around.

I drink another hard lemonade before I approach her.

"Aubrey?"
She exits her conversation with a green haired girl in a tiny black dress
"Oh hey! What's up?"
"Can I touch your sleeves?"
"Weird question, but go ahead!"

I know if she wasn't drinking she wouldnt have let me.

I feel her mesh long sleeve shirt between my fingers. It's a wonderful fabric.

"Amazing fabric, Aubrey. Amazing."
"How drunk are you, Lovebug?"
"We're getting there."
"I can see that."
She laughs to herself and touches her own sleeve.

"You're right, this is nice."
She says
"I know, I'm very smart."
"Is that so?"
"I'd never lie to you."

I'm embarrassing myself.

She starts to feel my sweater, Ruth's black crew neck.

"Yours isn't so bad either."
"It's not mine."
"Boyfriend?"
"Nope."
"Girlfriend?"
"Nope."
"Good."

Oh shit, wait..

She lifted her arm and tucked a section of my hair behind my ear.
Oh shit, oh fuck.
A stranger shouldn't see my ears.

9:13.
I want her to do it again.

"How about, you give me your phone number? Maybe you can be my excuse to party too."
She says, taking her phone out of her back pocket.

"That sounds good to me."
She hands it to me.

9:14.
I put my phone number into Aubrey's phone.
9:14.
She smiles at me and returns to her conversation with the girl with green hair and tiny dress.

And that's the last thing I remember before things went black and my head hit the hard wood.