Marry my best friend
Lights strobed against the walls, neon slicing through the dark like firecrackers, and the air already smelled like spilled cocktails, sweat, and expensive perfume.
“Tonight, Nat,” Maya shouted over the music, her long braids swinging as she tugged me toward the bar, “we are forgetting everything. In fact I’ll go as far as pretending that you’re not leaving us to go to New York.” She looked at me pointedly before continuing.”Tonight it’s just us, music and poor choices that we’ll regret in the morning.”
“Poor choices?” Aria raised a brow, her glittery eyeliner catching the strobe lights. “Speak for yourself. My choices are immaculate.”