Feathers

Chapter 2

After much debate, Moira convinced me to put on the skirt and a black shirt to go out. I slipped on my lucky heels and hoped that maybe my first time out would be prosperous. I applied dark makeup and red lipstick. I took my hair up in a bun, then realizing I didn't like it, I let it back down and it fell in a halo around my face. 

After I decided I was ready, I went into the living room where Moira was sitting. She was watching the T.V. intensely so I called her. 

"Moira," I said.

She laughed, "The last time you called me that." She stood up and turned around to look at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, call me Mo. My dad is the only person to call me Moira. You look perfect. Are you ready?" she asked. She smoothed out the skirt that she was wearing. It was a short floral skater skirt with a white crop top. 

I nodded and we started toward the door. She opened it and let me through. I grabbed my keys off the hook and went through the door. We took my car obviously, because Mo seemed to not even know how to drive.

"What did you do? Fly here?" I laughed.

"He, funny," but she didn't seem to find it too funny. I nodded and found that as a cue to shut up, but she didn't seem to mind it. "So, what are you majoring in?" she asked.

"English. Well, more like creative writing." I put on my turning signal to go to the club that Mo had found earlier while I was getting dressed.

"Oh, that's interesting. You want to be an author?" I could see her smile at me from the corner of my eye.

"Yes, I've always found it interesting. It's my passion." I pulled off the road into a parking lot of a closed building. From here, we would have about a 3 block walk to the club. I parked the car and opened my door. 

I began the treck to the doors and noticed that Mo wasn't behind me. I turned around and saw her still sitting in the car. I went to it and looked inside.

"What's wrong?" I asked loudly so that she would hear me through the window. 

She looked startled and looked up at me. She opened her door and stepped out. "Oh, nothing. I just know that tonight is going to be great!" 

"You seem confident. You thinking about meeting a boy?" I asked. 

"I'm definitely thinking about meeting someone," she smiled to herself. Her smile held a secret that I so desperately wanted to know, but I kept my mouth shut and continued walking. 

Once we got to the club, I showed my license which stated that I was 19. They mark our left hands with a black "X" to show that we were over 18. If we were over 21 our right hands would have been marked as well. That's why I always bring a marker. I grabbed Mo's hand and rushed to the bathroom. We went in and stood next to several other girls who were marking their own hands.

I marked mine, then I marked a confused Mo's hand. A girl came in to apply her makeup looked at us marking out hands and smiled. 

"Can I barrow that, sweet?" she asked me. I smiled and handed her my marker. She took it roughly out of my hand and ripped the cap off. "I'm twenty, turning twenty-one in less than a month, and they still won't let me get a drink! How rude?"

I paused sizing her up. "Right?" I answered. 

She marked her hand and handed me back the marker. She finished applying her make-up, winked at me, and walked out. 

I turned to Mo and she gave me a strange look. 

"Have you never been to a club?" I asked.

She shook her head slightly and looked around disgusted by her surroundings. "Well there was this one time, I was following someone."