With my newest party in full swing, I kept my trusty tablet close to my chest while I watched the guests dance to the pop music blasting from the hired speakers. As always, the party was going on without a hitch and a pretty bonus was awaiting me at the end of the evening, I could feel it.
My VIP client, Skye Wenners, was throwing this party for her 18th birthday and the theme was 90's pop. There was a retro dance machine in the corner, which was flooded by IG hungry influencers which I pulled out from my back pocket the very last minute. Soon, the name Skye Wenners will be known across the city for a temporary time of 2 months, and that would be stretching it.
I remained invisible in the corner, making sure that everything was getting executed at the perfect moment.
"Vicky!" A very drunk Skye rushed towards me, a dirty martini in her hand. If I hadn't kept her upright, she would have fallen down and spilled the contents of the drink all over my rental red sequin dress. For the whole evening, it cost me a grand total of $500, which I partially incorporated into my fee for the three weeks leading up to now.
"Why aren't you on the dancefloor?" she said, her speech already slurred. Great, when my clients get drunk, nothing ever goes to plan. I need to get her my special drink immediately.
My special drink is a tropical-tasting drink which is full of vitamins and can almost instantly sober someone up. I took her martini, slowly taking it out of her hand before replacing it with my special drink blend.
"Skye, I need you to drink this all like a shot, alright?" Her eyes sparkled as she nodded, unscrewing the top before downing the whole contents of the drink. After a small while, the flush on her cheeks disappeared and she had unknowingly sobered up.
"Gosh, this is amazing Vicky! Daddy was so right about hiring you! Everyone is having so much fun!" The way she shouted over the music told me that she was sober enough to cut her large multi-tier cake. I shuffled her towards the table before grabbing the microphone and lowering the volume of the music.
"Everyone, can I get a "Happy Birthday Skye"?" Immediately, the whole room raised their free drinks and shouted it back, making pride cross Skye's cheeks. They'll shout anything as long as they've got enough liquor in their system. I jumped off of the stage while Skye cut her cheek, getting cheers from the public. On passing, I grabbed a cake pop and ate it one bite before heading to the end of the room.
Pulling on a rope, a sea of balloons got released from above and everyone squealed. And officially, my job was finished for the night. I kept the stick from the cake pop in my mouth, switching it from one side to the other with my tongue while I took a breath.
Another success... and any minute now, I should get my pay from my employer, her Father. My phone suddenly dinged and I took it out, smiling at the easy million that I had earned. Then, I was surprised when another 200,000 came in, with a caption "TIP". How nice, even rich people know how to tip us peasants.
Well, the clean-up wasn't my issue to deal with. It was clear in our contract that I was only responsible for the planning and the moments before the balloons were launched. Now, I have one and a fifth grand in my back account to enjoy.
The party itself was taken place in a venue in the most exclusive hotel in the city. While one side was being partied on, the other side was as serene and silent as any place would be at 2 A.M. on a Thursday night. It's been a while since I've had a drink of my own...