(Rooh's point of view)
"I don't even want to know why are you so dressed up when we are just going to see your sick aunt, whom I didn't know about until today. Is it really that necessary?". "Yes.", a one word reply. I really don't know what's wrong with her tonight. "Can't we, like, go to the hospital tomorrow to visit her? Stay in tonight? It's a Saturday night. You should go to the club. And I will snuggle into my comforter, read a book or two. No? OK. ", I shut my mouth after seeing her glaring eyes. What? She's scary when angry.
"Hey, you missed the turn. Rach? Are you listening to me? Rrraacchhheelll????", a stinky eye again and I shut up.
And then I notice it. We are in front of that new club, I told her about. "Why are we at the club? Care to clear it up for me girl?", I ask Rachel. She has a sheepish expression on her face and I know it's going to be a long night.
"It's your birthday Rooh, c'mon, I couldn't let you rot in your room on a Saturday night that too on your big day. I just wanted to make you happy. If you don't wanna be here, we can leave. But I really want you to enjoy yourself. I know you don't like this. But can you can do it tonight, for me, pretty please?", she has that puppy eyes on and she knows I can't really say no to that. And since I'm turning twenty-six tomorrow, I decide to have some fun. We only live once, right?
"OK. I'm glad you thought so much. You even remembered the name of the club. Thank you so much, Rach. But, can you just notify me earlier from the next time? I would like to dress up nice and not show up in my sweats.". She chuckles at my response, and I know we are good.
We park the car in the crowded parking lot and get out. You can hear the loud thumping of the music from outside. We go the entrance and by some heavenly magic power possessed by my beloved best friend we enter the club in a few minutes, in spite of there being a long line outside.
"Let's go to the bar.", Rach shouts in my ear. Yeah, definitely going to be a very long night. We go to the bar and order some booze. And by the time midnight rolls along, I am pretty tipsy to let go of my inhibitions and dance like there's no tomorrow.
And then one of my favourite song comes up, 'Crazy in Love', by Beyoncé and I start swaying my hips to the side along the rhythm. My every movement is slow and steady. I drop to the floor, knees stuck out wide on both sides. And then, I poke my ass out and come up. People are too busy in their own world to focus on me and I am taking an unhealthy advantage of that fact.
I am busy in my own little world when, all of a sudden there is a bright light focused on me. And then there it is, loud and clear, a drunk Rachel, on the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you the birthday girl, give it up for her.", she hoots into the mice along with all the other drunk people in the house. "Happy birthday, girl. Have a blast. And I'm sorry for dragging your ass up here in your sweats.", she giggles and continues, enjoying my mortification, "Smart and eligible single boys, your time starts now.", she ends with a wink. There's more hooting and I laugh along with her. My best friend is really something.
Eventually, there are people around me, wishing me and I smile at them. God, she is not getting away with this. I can't even decide if I'm going to kill her after the stunt she just pulled or love her for it.
"You have to stop pulling up shit like that. Everybody is looking at me. It's really making me nervous, Rach. But, mortification aside, that was very thoughtful of you to come up with something like that. I did get a little weird, but hey, if it's not weird, it's not Rachel Love. Thank you, Rach. I love you so much.", and she envelops me in one of her huge teddy bear hugs. "I know, it's kinda too much for ya. But, please. You promised you'll be good." And since I did promise to be good and also, I am a little buzzed with the alcohol, I shrug it off.
After dancing and drinking, and some more dancing and some more drinking, my legs are tired and I am sitting at the bar nursing a martini in my hands, when a tall guy comes up to me.
And, He. Is. Gorgeous. Must be 6'1", almost a foot taller than my 5'3" frame, a simple black t-shirt stretched around his broad shoulders, some dark washed jeans covering his sexy ass, with a black leather jacket to complete the look. Hmmm... Looks yummy. "A drink as a birthday present, cupcake?", he rasps in that smooth and velvety voice of his. And now, that he is near, I can make out his eyes, and they are so beautiful. Deep silver pools that I would like to drown in. Sharp nose with a little subtle along his knife-like sharp jaw. Copper brown thick and soft hair inviting me to run my hands through it.
"I'm afraid I cannot accept your offer as I already have one in my hand.", I giggle and reply. "Too bad, 'cause doesn't the birthday girl get to enjoy more than a poor martini?", he retorts. And I know I must be trashed because the next thing I know is me waking up with a massive headache, in an unknown bed in the middle of the night, next to a handsome stranger in his stupid clothes. Oops. I think, I had a little too much fun last night.