Lipstick 💄 Talk

Thinking About You

"Phoenix, where are you? You said that you would be here by seven o'clock, it's seven- forty-five. Please call me.!" said Amina on her voicemail.

Phoenix was still at home trying to pull herself together from the night before and all the tequila shots they had. In college, she was a pro and could put down at least eight shots in the blink of an eye.

"Bing, Bing,"

She heard her phone ringing, but she knew it wasn't anybody but Amina wondering where she was. Smelling like throw up and stale tequila isn't what she had in mind for the night. The hangover she had seemed like it was lasting forever.

Phoenix pulled herself up and sat on the edge of her bed. Her head was spinning. She knew she had to get in the shower and get some water. As soon as she stood up, she could feel her stomach flutter.

"Ohhhhh My God! I am never drinking tequila again," shouted Phoenix.

The bathroom seems so far away, as she staggered towards the door. Drinking wasn't a part of her everyday life anymore, and she knew she should've taken it lightly.

After finally getting in there without puking all over the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the tub trying to catch her breath. She turned on the water and stuck her hand under it. The coolness felt good up against her skin.

She stood up and taken off her panties, and before she could get her shirt over her head, her stomach started to flutter again.
The taste of tequila on her tongue made it worse.
All she wanted to do was throw up at this point.

Phoenix grabbed her toothbrush off the sink, lifted the toilet seat, she was about to force the tequila out of her body.

"Ackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,"

The sound of the chili cheese fries hitting the toilet water and the smell of tequila filled the air. She couldn't believe she had to force her toothbrush down her throat just to feel better.

"Ackkkkkkkkkkkkk, Ackkkkkkkkkk,"

She wiped her mouth across her arm, stood up, tossed the toothbrush in the sink, and pulled back the curtain. The steam from the hot shower filled the room.
Thirty minutes is all she had to get ready, this shower was about to give her life.

Phoenix was trying to pull it together, while Amina was cool, calm and collected. After months of planning, her team, and the other young board members had put together a great ceremony.

The theme this year was "Black Royalty", and that's exactly how people showed up and showed out. Beautiful women in long elegant dresses and handsome men in tuxedos flowed throughout the Roostertail.

It was sparkling gold and black drapery, candles, and fresh flowers were everywhere.

Amina couldn't stop smiling as people walked up congratulating her on how beautiful everything was, that's when she saw him.

Yes, him as in Alex Mayfield. He was the finest specimen, she had ever seen. He floated through the crowd smiling, not noticing Amina gawking over him.

He was very intriguing to her. The way Alex carried himself with confidence but not arrogance, his charming nature, and those lips, made Amina want to taste them.

"Sorry, Am I interrupting your staring contest," snickered Phoenix

"Where have you been? It's Eight-thirty. I thought you would bail on me."

"I'm here now, I guess you can say, I needed to stay in my lane."

Amina started to laugh." I told you, chill after we had that sixth shot, but noooooo."