Chapter25: vodka and sequins.
593 Words
Back to where I am.
I keep ignoring the stares till I find myself perched at the bar with my sister as we wait for both of her friends who are my ex friends to join us.
She is primping and adjusting her shorts. They are these black shorts with sequins. They hug her slim lips and look good on her, she paired it with a long sleeve crop top with net see through sleeves. Her hair is done in soft waves and fall down her back in a waterfall way. Even though my hair makes me stand out all the time I still very much love my hair. I like it even more because I got my mama’s genes. It always looks straightened. No matter how much I curl it within a few hours it is straightened again. I love it but it can be frustrating some times.
Sometimes I want those bouncing curls like the wind would blow all around my face when I walk and it would look like I am the cover girl of some fashion magazine. It made me feel good but it was only fleeting. My sister’s hair is the opposite. She spends a lot of time and loads of hair products to keep it straight. Sometimes I feel like she envies that I have naturally straight hair unlike her. She got my dad’s hair that is so frizzled and curly.
She stops fussing and just poses there at the bar.
“Do you wanna get a drink?” She asks without looking at me.
“I’m talking to you lily.” She says with a tsk.
“Oops. I didn’t know. Yeah. A beer would be fine.” I tell her.
I hate the taste of beer but I’m not about to tell her to get me another thing. First I don’t know what they have here. Secondly I don’t know the names of fancy drinks and alcohol. Thirdly, I want something that is unopened. Better safe than sorry. I can’t tell if they have added anything to the drinks so I’m not taking any chances. I read enough books to know how badly things can get if one is not vigilant.
“A beer? I’m not surprised.” She says scoffing. But it is not a mean kind of scoff, more like playful.
“Thanks very much but I’m not about to get wolf and crazy drunk tonight.” I tell her with a small smile. I push back against the barely filled bar. The bar is not packed because nearly everyone is on the dance floor.
I understand why people like to go to parties. The feeling of the pumping music, the drink, ambience and the entire vibe with everyone dancing and having fun around you can be intoxicating to say the least.
“Hey handsome. Can I have a beer and two shots of vodka?!” She leans across the bar and practically coos at the bartender.
Yes there is an actual bartender.
He beams at her and proceeds to pop her requests on table. She smile back at him and plays with her hair.
She blows him a kiss as she carries our drinks and hands the beer to me.
I don’t drink it. It honestly tastes like piss. I hate the taste of beer and I have never had alcohol so it is the safest option for me.
“Let’s go find somewhere to sit.” She says leading the way.
I follow her quickly so she doesn’t leave me behind.
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