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It’s called soul-searching thank you very much.
Rebecca
Bullshit.
Layne
That’s your opinion.
Rebecca
That’s my statement of fact.
Let’s go out tonight. Girl’s night only. Eat too much food, drink too much, and dance our asses off somewhere. It would be good for the soul.
Layne cracked an ever so slight smile at the memory of their last girl’s night out that had involved hitting up a club. They indeed ate too much, drank too much, and had an embarrassingly good time.
She hated to admit it, but Rebecca likely had a point here.Girl’s nights weren’t about going out on a hunt for men, but as Rebecca put it: it was good for the soul.
Layne
I hate you.
Rebecca
I know. I will meet you at six tonight by the Broadway-Lafayette Station.
Making it a done deal, Layne sighed out loud knowing that it was time to shake it all off.
That night she had met Rebecca right on the corner of Crosby and Houston Streets outside of the subway station. The first order of business was Rebecca dragging Layne to her latest restaurant find. The menu had been all Asian inspired with a twist in the cooking method.
Layne had been hesitant at first, but once again Rebecca didn’t lead her astray and the food had been phenomenal.She wasn’t much of a foodie, but in New York, there were so many restaurants competing for business it created a demand for each establishment to up its A-game.
During dinner, the two caught up on life.Layne fielded the hard and heavy questions about this tumultuous relationship with Joey. As for Rebecca, she had recently gotten news that the family she nannied for was adding to their clan which meant a pay bump.
After dinner, it was a few blocks down to some club Layne hadn’t ever visited before. It was unassuming on the outside, in fact, she probably would have walked right by if Rebecca hadn’t said something.
Once they were inside, they were led down a dark hallway and a small flight of stairs before the hall opened up to a large open space reminiscent of an industrial factory. The music was upbeat with the bass booming loud enough to feel it in your bones.
It was packed with people all looking to either grab drinks at the overcrowded bar or move their bodies in the centralized dance space. Along the perimeter of the room were private booths designated for VIPs with table service. If Layne had known ahead of time, she would have snagged a table for them. It’s not like she didn’t have money to burn.
As if reading her thoughts, Rebecca leaned in to shout over the thumping of the music. “We don’t need a table! We are going to dance all night and have a damn good time!”
Rebecca grabbed Layne’s hand and began weaving through the sea of folks towards the bar barely visible by all the people surrounding it. Thankfully, Layne’s red heels were sturdy enough to handle the sudden changes in direction wherever an opening appeared between other patrons to squeeze through.
Leave it to her bestie when they got to the bar to bat her eyelashes and lean forward to flaunt the eye candy on her chest as a means of capturing the male bartender’s attention.A few minutes later they both had a freshly made cocktail. After taking a sip, Layne knew there were at least two varieties of booze in it, but which ones were difficult to decipher from the mixer masking the taste of the alcohol making it easy going down.
After the first drink worked its magic, Layne was starting to feel more relaxed and starting to realize how much she needed this night out.
“You were right!” Layne shouted over the club-mixed pop tunes playing.
“Of course, I was!” Rebecca gave a massive smile as she continued moving her body to the beat of the music.
With all the people packed in the club putting off a metric ton of body heat, Layne was suddenly glad she had opted for a simple black dress with spaghetti straps. It hugged each curve of her fit figure, over the swell of her ass, and stopped shortly thereafter.
Her hair was down and free to fall over her shoulders and midway down her back. In one hand, Layne held yet another cocktail, she had lost count by now how many she had indulged in. She didn’t come here to think about anything, including keeping count of beverages.
It didn’t take long before they were both joined by the occasional guy looking to get in on a dance with them. Rebecca with her warm blonde hair and baby blues easily roped in attention. It wasn’t to say that Layne didn’t attract her own male fans, but she was used to keeping up a front that made her less approachable.
