I tipped my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as the liquid burned its way down my throat. “Shit, Mia.” I covered a cough with my hand as I opened my eyes. “What in the hell was that?”
Mia rolled her eyes, taking the empty shot glasses from each of us. “That is called a good-time. Please tell me you’re ready to have one.”
I plastered a smile on my face, dropping down onto Callie’s bed that was overflowing with clothes. “Sure. Can you at least tell us where we’re going, though, so we can get dressed?”
“Oh, yeah. We’re going to this new club downtown that I heard about. It’s supposed to be awesome. Care if I pick something out for you to wear?”
Zoey and Callie both gave me a look that said, “No-way-in-hell should you ever let Mia dress you.” I was thinking the exact same thing, but she seemed excited about it, so I slowly nodded my head. “Um…sure. But I get to change if it’s anything too crazy.”
“Oh, please, Della. I would never do that.”
Shots that I lost count of and two hours of primping later, we were finally ready to leave. I didn’t need to use my veto on what Mia chose. She actually didn’t make me look like a hooker, which surprised the shit out of me. Instead, she had gone through my closet for about fifteen minutes before selecting a pink dress—my favorite color. It tied around the back of my neck, and that was basically all that held it up since it was backless. The material was clingy and made me wish I hadn’t eaten that extra waffle this morning, but oh well, it looked good enough.
I shook my head at the choice of shoes that were from her closet. There was no way in hell that I could walk in a pair of heels that high, especially since I was already wobbling from all of the alcohol we consumed back at the house. All three of us halted as soon as we stepped outside, gawking at the black stretch limo that was parked in front of our house.
“Um…what’s that for?” Zoey asked, her auburn curls bouncing as she whipped around to question Mia who clapped her hands together before jumping off the last step.
“That’s for us. I figured this way, we won’t need a DD, and all of us can drink.”
“Oh boy,” Zoey muttered. “I think we’re gonna get into some trouble tonight.”
Callie giggled before looping her arm through Mia’s and they skipped ahead of us as the driver got out and opened the back door. “I think you’re right,” I agreed as Zoey and I followed behind them.
We ducked our heads into the back, and Mia was already picking up a bottle that had been chilling in an ice bucket. “Mia,” I began, taking a small sip out of the glass she had pushed into my hands. “This really isn’t the type of girls’ night we usually have. Don’t you think we need to slow down a little bit?”
“Oh, Della.” She rolled her eyes as she drained her glass and then began to refill it. “I promised to start behaving myself, but everyone needs some fun every once in a while. I figured it would be fun for all four of us to just have one crazy night together. Unless you just want to go back home? I guess we could watch movies or something.” Mia tried to not look disappointed that I wasn’t excited about her night out. I just didn’t want things to get too crazy, and I knew with Mia, they normally did.
“Fine, just promise me that we won’t end up passed out at some random guy’s house before the night’s over?”
“Of course not, Della. We wouldn’t want that to happen, silly.”
Zoey and Callie laughed as the four of us all clinked our glasses together, yelling out a collective cheer just as the limo stopped, and the driver came around back to let us out. Mia led us to the front of the line, giving the guy with the clipboard her name, and he quickly undid the velvet rope that was holding everyone back. Mia was pulling out all of the stops tonight. I’m sure most of it was with Gerald’s money, and I felt guilty that she was just throwing it around without a care in the world. Mia might be trying to change at home, but it certainly didn’t seem like she was trying to change anything else. Quit being a downer, Della. I really needed to shut my brain off for the night. Tonight was about having fun with my roommates, and I was going to do just that.
“Let’s find a table over this way,” Mia directed, and we all followed her across the darkly lit club, our night really just getting started.
“THANKS AGAIN, MAN. I needed this so bad.”
I slapped Ty on the back as we headed out of the restaurant, Emily and Blaire walking a few feet ahead of us as we made our way back to the parking lot. “Sure, buddy.”