birthday cake

Rajni came rushing back, a paper plate in each hand. Each plate contained a large slice of chocolate cake, covered in white icing. "It's the DJ's birthday," she explained to Ashley, adding, "here hold this." Ashley held one of the plates as Rajni slowly, deliberately, smushed the other all over Amber's face and hair. The white icing clumped on her nose, and around her eyes, peppered occasionally by crumbles of the chocolate cake. Smudging as much as she could into her hair and dreadlocks, she stood back and admired her handiwork. "You look like the ridiculous loser you are. Fitting."

Then Rajni grabbed the other plate from Ashley. This one, she smushed against Amber's dark bush, covering the hair in clumps of icing. There was still quite a bit left on the plate, so she smudged it into the hair under Amber's arms, then made a streak of cake and icing over her right breast, leaving the paper plate dangling from her protruding stomach.

"My masterpiece," Rajni said. Amber was merely sobbing. Phones flashed as the moment was immortalized by many of the clubgoers. It was hard to imagine Amber brought any lower.

But Ashley was still trying to think of a way. She merely hoped one of Amber's close friends didn't attempt a rescue, so she'd have time to heap more humiliation on her.