LJ Idol Week 12 entry

“No, I’m not going”, I moaned when Janey got the bottle.

Dressed in a piece of cloth from yesterday’s workouts, my back was glued to the sofa.

“No, I am not getting up”, I mumbled when she poured whiskey into my glass and placed it on the table near my phone, which buzzed, now and then, unattended.

“Come on, you must have something to wear, this will not be the king’s reception”, Janey exclaimed while raiding my wardrobe.

“Too spontaneous”: In reply I let my phone fall on the not so shiny table and emptied my glass.

Outside, the few lights we had just started to illuminate the dark.

“I look like I have been pulled out of some clothes container” I complained when we were out on the street (finally). My arms were not dressed for “Put your hands up in the air”, my feet were not polished enough for dancing.

“We need another drink” I whispered in Janey’s ear when we arrived, with some short skirts and badly arranged leather ties already occupying the space supposed for dancing. Janey’s almost invisible nod rushed me to the table in the corner, where drinks were handed as if from an eternal fountain of golden and white liquor.

“Who said this was not going to be fun?” I shouted over to Janey, an hour later, when one song, just one song from a night I then just did remember, set my feet and mind in a state to celebrate.

“This has not been killed by plans”, Janey shouted back, holding on to the shoulders of a stranger.