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But I take it, because it was real, and this pain is even more proof of how real it was.
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“You’re comingto my place, we’re putting on something sexy, and we’re going out,” Kira demands, dragging me to her car and away from mine.
“Kira,” I whine, trying to tug out of her hold. “I really don’t want to go.”
“Nope,” she refuses. “You arenotgoing back to your place to mope. You’ve done enough moping.”
“I really haven’t,” I grumbled. “I think I have a month or two, maybe even longer, of moping left in me.”
She rolls her eyes and opens her passenger door, all but stuffing me inside.
She gets in the driver’s side, and I don’t bother trying to make a run for my car. I’d only look pathetic, and she’d drag me back anyway.
“We’re going to go out, get shit-faced drunk, and find you a man.”
“No,”I say forcefully. “I’ll let you take me out, I might even have a drink or two, but I’m not taking anyone home.”
She sighs. “Whatever, as long as you go out, I’ll be happy and cut you some slack.”
She won’t, but I don’t feel like arguing with her.
It doesn’t take us long to get to her place. She shoves me in her bathroom and orders me to shower, claiming I smell like donkey ass.
When I come out, she’s already changed into a skimpy red dress and has one equally as skimpy waiting for me. It’s white, not as tight as hers, but sexy nonetheless.
“Get dressed,” she orders. “Then I’ll do your hair and makeup.”
I do as she says, forgoing a bra since with the low back there’s no way I can wear one. She ties it in the back for me then forces me down in her desk chair. She dries my hair and then curls it in loose voluminous waves. When my hair is done, she moves on to makeup. She does a soft smoky eye and a light pink lip.
“Innocent, but sexy,” she says, stepping back and admiring her handiwork.
“Are you done?”
“Nope, not yet.” She grabs a bottle of perfume and I cough as she spritzes me.“Now, you’re ready.”
She grabs my hands and hauls me out of the chair. “Put this on and we’re going—oh and these too.” She hands me a long dress coat and a pair of heels.
By the time we leave her place it’s after eight, and I know she won’t be satisfied unless we stay out until at least one—which I’mnotdoing.
The drive to the club takes forever, literally, since we have to go into the city. By the time she parks I’m already counting down the hours in my head until it’ll be acceptable to leave.
“Give me your keys,” I tell her.
“Why?” she asks, but hands them over.
“Because, I’m not getting shit-faced but knowing you, you will. I’ll drive us home.”
She frowns. “But tonight is about you.”
I shake my head. “No, Kira, it’s about you. I told you I didn’t want to go.”
She frowns. “I’m a shitty friend, aren’t I?”
“No, you’re not. You … this is howyou’dwant to be cheered up, but not me.”
She bites her lip. “Do you want to go home then? I feel bad now.”
