When my suit was finished being altered, I couldn't be more happy. I had a pair of clunky boots, some necklaces and bangles, and a hair pin to put my hair up.
My parents decided to get my friends and I a limo for the occasion. Marie snuck in a bottle of whiskey to my room for us to have a bit of fun while we got ready.
Karen insisted on doing my hair so I don't fuck it up. Karen starts weaving intricate braids in my hair as Marie starts to do pull out makeup. She then sits in front of me.
"Uh what are you doing?" I ask with caution.
"I'm doing your makeup because I know you can't." I tried to get up but then Karen pulled my hair...HARD.
"Don't be such a guy." said Karen.
"How about we agree I am a sexless amoeba and just not put sticky goop on my face?" I asked.
"We already knew you were a sexless amoeba, but you can still be stylish." said Karen.
"Look, I'm not suggesting doing full movie costume makeup here. I'm thinking a smoky eye and some lip gloss. your skin is flawless anyways so you don't even need foundation." said Marie while sitting in front of me.
"Thank you for noticing. I make my own skin products." I said genuinely flattered.
Karen stopped mid braid. "You do?"
"Why do you sound surprised?" I asked.
"Because...you are just...so not girly?" she responded.
"Sexless Amoebas have skin too and I don't like feeling dirty." I responded.
Both girls laughed and Marie opened the whiskey with a pop. She took a cautious sip and winced. I grabbed the bottle and took a bigger swig than I was prepared for. It felt like liquid caramel flavored fire going down my throat. I made a very strange gah noise and both girls laughed. Karen took a sip and my mom walked right in the door.
"How is everything go-" and she zeroed in on the whiskey bottle.
"Uhhhh...mom...I can explain." I said.
She put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.
"I should hope so...no child of mine is sneaking alcohol without a mixer. Don't you know you drink whiskey with Coke and pour it in the soda bottle so no one knows what it is at the dance?!" She then held up her hand.
"I will be right back. I'll go to the corner store and buy a few 1 liter bottles of coke for you guys." she said and disappeared.
"Holy Shit." said Karen with the bottle in her hand.
"Your mom is so cool." said Marie.
Karen put down the bottle and continued with my hair. Marie started on my makeup. I continued to feel shock, embarrassment, and pride. I honestly thought my mom was joking when she said she wanted me to do that sort of crazy stuff.
When my mom returned, the girls were doing their hair and I was all dolled up.
"Girls can you stop for a second. I need to show you how to drink in secret properly." The girls stopped and Marie grabbed the bottle.
We walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a pitcher and 4 bottles of cola, and a funnel.
"Whiskey?" she asked and Marie silently handed it to her. I watched my mom pour the whole bottle in the pitcher and the coke. she then funneled a big chunk of it back into the bottles.
"What about the rest?" asked Karen.
"I am speaking from experience when I say, preteen girls need to learn to pace themselves so you don't end up passed out behind the bleachers. Think of the rest as payment to me for not telling your parents. Now take the bottles and finish getting ready."
Karen grabbed the bottles and ran.
"Oh this is gonna be fun." said Marie.