day1 love

Chapter 7* downing my sorrows

***flashback continued***

I went home, went to my room, sat on my bed and just cried.

Heart- brokenly, until I had no tears left, until the only thing that was left were shuddering sighs and vacant stare.

I stayed that way for days, wouldn't leave my room except to use the bathroom, shower, and eat, because even though I was sad, I shouldn't be funky too.
I needed sustenance even though I barely ate, picking at my food.

On the fourth day there was a tap on the door and my homie Fancee came in, sat next to me and gave me a hug.

Fancee was my longtime close friend.

Someone who I had nothing but love and respect for.

She was also the leader of my Hooligan Girls, and when she hadn't heard from me, she came to see what was wrong

Seldom any day passed that I didn't call her or see her.
She had always been my second closest friend, since my very best friend Kim, had joined the Navy last year and was now deployed to parts unknown.

"Hey, NikkNacks, whats up with you, I ain't heard from you, I went past Sam's."
She continued, saying, "and he looks worse than you do".

I looked at her, my eyes red and watery, and she says, "ohhhh hell no, I know you is not sitting here crying and miserable over a boy!

"That's it, get cho lil white ass up, and let's go down our sorrows"
She quirked her eyebrow at me and made such a comical face I couldn't help but to grin.

I sniffled, "don't you mean drown our sorrows?" she snorted her trademark laugh, saying, "Naw bitch, I mean down our sorrows!
As in, down shot after shot until we ain't got no sorrows left!
Until we shot down boy after boy, just because we fine as fuck and can!
Then because you're gonna go get your man back, put it down on him, so good he'll forget his own name, that's what I mean aaaand what!"

She swirled her hips at the last part of her statement, and now the tears were in my eyes from merriment!

She almost made me pee!

So I got dressed cute, but still classy, wearing a pair of heels I normally wouldn't wear because I was so clumsy.
I couldn't resist wearing these cute as hell, strappy, sky high, 4 inch stilettos

They made my 5'1 height closer to 5'5.
Plus, they made me look like I had legs for days.
The skirt I was wearing was full and swingy and shorter than I'd ever wear usually
My shirt was clingy, and daringly low cut making my already C cup appear fuller.

I let Fancee talk me into leaving my hair loose and curly, added a touch of gloss to my lips and a little eyeliner.
I misted myself with my favorite perfume and out the door we went, bidding my mom a good night as we left.

I let her drag me out to my boah Billy's house where we both got inked.
I got HLB (short for HIS LITTLE BITCH) in a flowing script across the small of my back. At each end, was the infinity symbol.
I was already tipsy and faded.
Yep, I got me a tramp stamp!
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Billy did excellent work, and when he found out that it was for Sam, he did it for free.
I watched thru the mirror as he held a lit cigarette between his clamped lips,  his dirty blond hued hair, flopping over his beautiful green eyes, an intense look of concentration on his face.
I barely felt the sting of the needle.
After showing me how to care for the tatt, he moved on and inked Fancee.
She got a lifeline with a heart in the middle, in honor of her man.

Sam got all his ink done by this man.

After that we went to our usual bar, the one where everyone really did know your name, and we did just what she described.