<Give Me Two Margaritas Imma Give You Some Head>

Mara resigned herself to the fact her bubbly friend wasn’t going to be deturbed and sent on back the following line to the song.

<Give Me Two Margaritas Imma Give You Some Head>

Getting up from her place on the floor by the coffee table, Mara swayed when she stood up and almost fell back over. She’d drunk more than she thought or it was affecting her worse than normal. Touching the walls on the way to the bedroom for reassurance, Mara went straight for her walk-in closet to see what she wanted to wear out. She had racks and racks of different outfits in all different colours and styles. She didn’t know what to wear. Her eyes were drawn to the brightest thing in her wardrobe. It was a bright pink mini-dress that she’d bought to go see the Barbie movie. Strapless and short it hugged her body and accentuated her curls in all the right ways. It was loud and bombastic but it would look great at a club or bar.

Leaning back against a wall, she’d nearly fallen over again, Mara got the short pink dress tight around her hips and then pulled on the side zip that would do the rest of it up. She was in front of her vanity mirror trying to correct where her eye shadow had run when the door alarm sounded. Prim was downstairs at her building.

“Come on up,” Mara spoke into the speaker as she swayed her way back to the main living area of the flat.

Opening the door, Prim burst into the house and screamed when she saw what Mara was wearing. “Ahhh! Oh, I love it!”

The two girls hugged and Prim rocked Mara from side to side. She could feel the world spinning as she held tight to her friend’s neck. Prim was in a crimson-red jumpsuit with large open cutouts over her stomach and torso to show off her new tattoo. They would look stylish out together, even if Mara was the more scantily clad of the two.

It took some time for another Uber to come to Mara’s apartment. The one Prim had caught over must have picked up another ride and departed the area not long after dropping her off. The two girls had enough time for another couple of glasses of wine and by the time their lift did come, Mara was well and truly drunk.

After getting dropped off in the city's nighttime entertainment precinct, Prim had to help Mara out of the car and then direct her friend in what way to walk. They made their way to the front of a club called The Loft and went to go inside. The place had a good crowd for a Wednesday night and the bouncer gave them the once-over.

“Hold on.” He stopped them. “How much has she had to drink?”

“Not that much. I’ll look after her inside. I promise,” Prim answered sweetly.

The burly security guard looked Mara over again. Her long legs and ample cleavage in her pink dress had a lot more to do with her getting in than anything else. He nodded that Mara could come inside after checking Prim for ID.

“Thank God! He was totally checking you out,” Prim told Mara once they were finally allowed into the venue.

“Was he cute?” Mara asked, her head popping up and craning back towards the entrance.