Unexpected Guests

*JAMIRA*

Once I got into the car, my mind and body felt at ease again. Even a few hours away meant I could finally escape the prison that had become my life. I glanced at Ayana and suddenly remembered how much I loved being around her. She was the carefree, life-of-the-party type who always knew what I needed and how to lift my spirits. Just then, I felt a nudge and snapped back to reality.

“Hey, let’s pregame,” she said, handing me a bottle of Hennessy.

I reached for the bottle and turned it upside down. I didn’t intend to drink so much. But man did I need it. Within a matter of seconds I began to feel the heat of the liquor coursing through my veins. Next thing I know we’re dancing and screaming One Wish by Ray J, which was my favorite song. Yes I’m a lover girl at heart so it’s only right we blast a little bit of r&b.

After riding for what seemed like forty days and forty nights we finally reached our destination. We pulled up to Club Rouse. The hottest club in the city. The building was illuminated with blue and green lights pulsing at the beat of the music, sleek windows , and a line that seemed never ending. As Ayana parked the car she looked at me with something in her eyes that told me she had something to say but didn’t quite know how.

“Yana I know you ain’t trying to kiss me.”

“Mira! What! No, eww”, she said with utter shock in her voice. What was I supposed to think she parked and started staring. I had to make sure.

“Ok good. I don’t think I can go there with you. You suck dick”, I laughed.

“Girl go to hell!”, she said just as jovial. “But seriously I wanted to let you know real quick that I invited Keema and Simone.”

“What! Why would you invite them?! You know that bitch Keema act weird every time she around and Simone such a buzzkill it’s like going out with my mom or something!”

Don’t get me wrong I don’t have an issue with Simone. She means well but it’s like she’s too busy being “mature” she rarely lets loose and enjoys the moment. I can’t even tell you the last time I seen that girl smile. She’s always policing everyone about how much they’ve been drinking, who they’re dancing with, and even creates a buddy system everywhere we go. Well, now that I think about it maybe she’s just looking out. Still she should be having fun too. Keema on the other hand makes my skin crawl. At one point we were cool, but now all she does is cut her eyes at me and says slick shit under her breath. I’ve never understood what her issue was or why she even bothers if she’s just going to be miserable looking like she just smelled somebody’s stale ass twerk wind.

“Relax Mira I promise they’re not going to be on that tonight. Besides it’s your day and we’re here to have fun.”

Like I said she always knew how to lift my spirits. Just like that I let it go. I don’t know if it was the liquor or the lights but in that moment I felt like maybe it wasn’t so bad. As we got out of the car the other two girls approached surprisingly in a decent mood.

“Happy Birthday!”, they both said in unison as they pinned some bills to my dress.

Wow I hadn’t expected that. I just knew I was going to have to prepare myself for some kind of foolishness from them, but this was actually quite nice. We took a few pictures together for social media and then headed for the line of the club. Good thing we left when we did because ladies got in free before 11 and we got there around 10. Right on time.