You Are Maggie

Your head pounds as the sun wakes you. You stumble into the bathroom. Your head may hurt, but you look hot.

You manage to do some posing in front of the mirror before hitting the shower. By the time you are done and dressed in a nice tight black vinyl dress.

Your phone buzzes.

Coffee shop, now.

You head down, excited to meet your friends. You join Phoebe, Molly, and Diana in the line.

Phoebe admires you. “Hey, girlfriend. I figured you needed the coffee as much as us.”

You nod. “Some coffee would be wonderful.”

You reach the front of the line and order. You settle back and wait. The girl bringing you coffee slips, sending a few drops spraying at you.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

Phoebe leans in and whispers the in your ear.

“Of course she meant it. She’ll be bragging about spilling coffee on you the moment we’re gone.”

Your anger rises.

“Put the bitch in her place.”

Phoebe is right you look at the girl. You know her secret shames.

“You clumsy bitch. You owe us coffee for free. My god, do you actually have two lefty feet?”

Her face is red and she looks ready to cry.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll pay for your coffees. I didn’t…”

“You didn’t mean to be a clutz? I’m sure you were born that way.”

She actually starts crying. Molly and Diana get by you side. Molly leans in.

“That was amazing Maggie! You ripped that stupid bitch a new one.”

You smile. You love the admiration from Molly and Diana and, frankly, the whole thing has left you more than a little turned on.

Phoebe sips her coffee as you exit. “Always tastes better when it’s free.”

You laugh. Your hangover is long gone.

“Well, Maggie, let’s go have some fun.”