So it was sort of like a typical saturday , get up early for work, finish at 5 and go get ready for the weekly night out. Before you judge, Yeah, I do like going out, I do like drinking....and I love dancing the night away with my friends.
This week is a bit more special, It's my best friends birthday. she'll be 21. So the night club we always go to have arranged the VIP area, drinks and everything.
We've checked into the fancy hotel across the road for two nights as a treat for her birthday.
I'm currently painting my nails while trying to balance the phone and the nail varnish in my hands.
"SHIT,BASTARD, FUCKING BOLLOX!!!!", I shouted down the phone as my nail varnish began to slip out of my hand and onto my carpet.
my anger was met by laughter down the phone, "Meg, jesus can't you just use speakerphone?".
"Oh well that's great!, remind me about the speakerphone when I'm already after dropping everything everywhere".
Laura kept laughing, "alright alright grumpy whore, will you hurry up and collect me I want to go to the hotel, get room service and keep drinking until we go out!!".
"Hey!, just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you can call me a whore!.....Fine then hang up the phone and I'll be there in 10 minutes!".
"Adios BIATCHHH!!!", Laura shouted down the phone.
I swear we're normal!, we just go a bit crazy sometimes.
"DADDDDDD, MAMMM....I'm heading out!, I'll talk to you tomorrow!", I shouted as I walked out the door shoving my bags into my car.
"Meg...wait!...here!", My dad handed me 100 euro.
"Dad, I have money for the night it's fine", I said pushing his hand back.
"nono, buy laura a few drinks as well for her birthday, have fun....I know you two always do...and be careful for gods sake", he smiled as he walked inside...muttering something about young people these days.
I jumped into my navy mini cooper and went straight to Lauras house.
She hopped, skipped and jumped out to my car. I pulled out a bag from behind her seat and handed it to her.
"TWO BOTTLES OF CHAMPAGNE...MY FAVOURITE!", she squeled at me.
We sang bangbang by jessie J the whole way to the hotel, laughing as we pulled up and stopped.
A Bellboy cameover to take our luggage and brought them inside. As we walked with him and noticed barriers outside the hotel with a couple of hundred girls behind them, I asked, "who are they here for?".
"Well, you didn't here this from me, but about 3 or 4 of the boys from one direction are here!", he whispered in fears of starting a riot.
"OH?", I said shocked.
"Well that's cool!, they seem like nice lads. Atleast I look good today. This is actually exciting...well we probably won't even see them", I looked around.
"MEg, no embarrassing me ok!.....calm and collected is the way to go!", she winked at me as she put my raybans on my face.
I walked up to the long check in desk and pulled my glasses up on top of my head pushing back my hair.
"HEYy....", I was interupted halfway through my greeting.
"Excuse me miss, but we have to check in the priority guests before you!", she said with a big fake smile as she looked past me.
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FanfictionAt 21, Megan was a fun loving down to earth kinda girl, she loved everyone and everyone loved her. She was always the life and soul of the party. All the nightclub bouncers new her from her usual saturday nights out on the town. Being born and ra...