Girls Night at the club

I down my third shot of grey goose in an hour and all 110 pounds of my body feels it as I take a small step to the side and try to clear my head from the perhaps too intense pre-game ritual.

Then I hear my fat friend Becca holler over the stereo playing hip hop hits "Uber's here skanks!!!! Wooooooo!!! girl's night!!!!" as she demonstrates to my tiny one bedroom apartment why she's the wooo'siest of the woo girls. I roll my eyes even as it hits me that I love her so fucking much even if it's obvious she won't make it an hour in the club with the way she's been pounding liquor as if it'll make her skinny again.

"Don't forget the fake ID's Becca!" my taller and bustier brunette girlfriend Tiffany hollers from the bathroom.

I glance down and realize I'm not dressed yet and scurry back to my bedroom. I pass and glance at Tiffany in the bathroom as she finishes applying her makeup. We went to the mall today and went a little overboard at Sephora's. We bought 6 new shades of the expensive lipstick. I can tell Tiffany is having trouble picking one.

Which reminds me,