Can one night change your world forever? It seems you have everything to live for, but you slowly lose your will to do it.
Kimberly's life was well put together. She had a great job in a law firm. Her boyfriend of two years adored her. But one drunk...
"Are you ready for the best girl's night ever?" The phone speaker chirped from the booming voice.
"Not yet, Tara. I'm just about to leave work." Kim replied and leaned back into the backrest of her office chair.
"I mean the mood, Kim?" Tara asked in a calmer tone.
"Yeah, I'm good. Although I'm still considering John's suggestion." Kim sighed noisily.
"Just move in with him. You have been dating for two years now. But no boy talks during the girl's night. Go home, get ready, and we will meet at the club. Okay?" Tara asked.
"Okay," Kimberly agreed and dropped the phone call.
Kimberly checked her office one more time, and everything seemed in order. Folders of next week's cases on the right side of the wooden desk, all the pens neatly lined up on the other side of the table. She soon hitched her bag on her arm, tossing keys and phone inside the portfolio. Kim stood up, gliding her chair to the table, and stepped towards the wooden door.
Kim left her office, taking an elevator ride down to the first floor. The building seemed still since most of the employees probably left hours ago. The sound of her high heels tapping the marble floor echoed through the foyer until Kimberly reached the reception. A middle-aged man examined the reason for the sudden noise.
"Ah, Miss Clark. You're still here," the man said, scratching the top of his balding head.
"Yes, Vincent, but I'm leaving now," Kim replied, passing through the security gates.
"You work too much, Miss Clark," Vincent added, following Kim to the glass door.
"Justice needs to be served, Vincent," Kimberly explained with a smile, and waited until the security guard unlocked the front door.
Vincent opened the door, letting Kim walk past him. "Have a great weekend, Miss Clark," he said as Kimberly stepped outside.
Kimberly turned her head around. "You too, Vincent," she added, and moved her head, looking straight ahead.
Vincent lingered in the building's doorway. His eyesight followed Kim as her long, blond hair swayed to the sides. She stopped at the curve of the sidewalk. Lifting her hand high in the air as her golden chain bracelet slid down her wrist. A yellow taxi car took a turn and stopped beside the gray pathway. Kim climbed into the back seat, telling the cab driver her address.
The vehicle moved towards the office buildings. Kim scanned the structure she just left. Six stories remained dark, only the first floor seemed white. Vincent still stood in the glass doorway. Kimberly lifted her palm and waved, saying goodbye to the security man one more time as the vehicle overtook the glassy structure.
After a quick drive and a short walk, Kim reached her apartment. She detected the distinctive scent from the taxi ride: the cigarettes and sweat mixed with her perfume gave an emetic smell to her body.
Kimberly lived alone, so leaving her work clothes on the living room couch wasn't unusual for her. Deciding the hair wash will have to wait until the next day, she tied her hair in a high bun. While Kim waited for the shower to heat, she took off her underwear and tossed them into the hamper. She quickly rinsed off the strange smell of her body and went to the bedroom to get ready.
The week felt more stressful to her; she won a big case at the start of the week but that left behind a mass pile of paperwork. She desired a break, and Tara's suggestion to go out came at the perfect time. Kim felt refreshed as she traveled to her bedroom.
She scanned her oak wardrobe and picked a newly bought short red dress with a thin strap around the waist, and even it seemed difficult to close the zipper on the back of the dress. She had a feeling it would be worth the hassle. Kim stood in front of the big mirror. Adjusting the dress strap, she stroked the dress skirt and gazed at her reflection. Determining she chose wisely, she began on her makeup.
Kimberly felt gifted with natural beauty, so her makeup routine held brief. She loved her brown freckles, which spread through her thin nose and part of her sharp cheekbones. Therefore, on her face Kim used only the translucid powder, hiding the unappealing shine her oily skin would exhibit sometimes. For her eyes, Kim chose rosy-gold eyeshadows and a thin eyeliner. This combination always highlighted her emerald eyes. She sharpened the lip pencil before outlining her plump lips; next, she put the red lipstick on.
She let out her blond hair and removed a few tangles from it. Even though her hair held naturally flat, she still used a hair straightener for a flawless look. A hushed beep eliminated her concentration from the hairstyling. Kim slightly cleaned up the mess, putting unused clothes back in the wardrobe, turning off the hair straightener, and tossing makeup items in the nightstand drawer.
She grabbed a small purse and lipstick and traveled to the living room. Kimberly found her work briefcase near the entrance door, the same place she left when she got back home. She took out her phone and unlocked it.
"I'm leaving my home, hurry." Tara's message said. Kim grinned, imagining her friend's impatient face.
"I'm on my way." Kimberly quickly replied.
Kim requested Uber, expecting the ride to the club would be more pleasant than the one she took from work. She put on her black platform heels and filled her empty clutch purse with the phone, a small mirror, and the lipstick she used earlier. After locking her apartment, she also tossed her keys into the bag.
Noticing a silver Prius near the sidewalk, she hopped in the back of the car. Kim smiled when a fresh lime scent filled her nostrils. Silent Pop music coming from the radio boosted Kim's mood, and she finally felt ready to have a good time.
After a thirty-minute drive, Kim finally reached the club. There stood a long line in front of the building. Kim boosted herself, standing on her tiptoes. Spotting a familiar redhead in the middle of the line. She excused herself to the people in line while trying to reach her friend. The crowd's mumbles drew Tara's attention; she turned around and smiled in recognition of the reason people cursed.
"Finally," Tara said with a sigh of relief. "I thought you would never get here." She hugged Kimberly.
"Sorry, there was an accident near the Brooklyn Bridge, so it took longer than I expected," Kim explained, examining her friend. "You went all out." She laughed.
Tara seemed fond of provoking looks that Friday wasn't an exception. She wore mesh tights and a white dress that contrasted with her mahogany skin. Her short red hair ruffled at the top of her head and smoother on the sides. Her cheekbones had a striking shine from the golden highlighter, but her curved lips seemed bare, just a slight glow stayed visible. Tara's brown eyes appeared darker from black eyeshadows and bold, thick eyeliner.
"You know me," Tara replied and flinched her shoulders. "I love attention, and now when I'm single, I'm ready to mingle." Tara shook the top of her body, swaying her braless breasts.
"You said, no boy talk," Kimberly scolded, lifting her eyebrow.
"I meant for you," Tara explained and grinned. "You and John are boring." She waved her palm. "And I need action, so you will have to be my wing-woman for tonight."
"Tara," Kimberly said, rolling her eyes.
"I know, I know," Tara said, lifting her hands. "Guys, don't come alone in the clubs, so you just occupy the spare one, until I can sink my teeth into some delicious meat." She hammered her teeth.
"Fine. But I swear this is the last time. If John and I will move in together, this wing-woman role will have to fall to someone else. Maybe Elise?" Kim said in a hopeful tone.
"Oh, Elise is ugly, and she doesn't know how to act around men," Tara said and curled her nose. Kimberly bent her head down, shivering it lightly.
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