CHAPTER 12: BOTTOMS UP
"So, what are you guys actually doing tonight?" Bonnie asks, lying on my bed. "Well," I say, fixing the large hoop earring into my ear, "We're going clubbing, I guess. We all have fakes, so." "Oh." Bonnie replies, sounding sad. "Oh, by the way, here," I say, throwing a fake I.D at Bonnie, "You're coming." "What- Marceline. You didn't." "Oh, but I did. Thank me later, Alice Trawford." "Oh, my God. That's an awful fake name." She says, laughing. I grin, "Not as bad as 'Violet Grey.'" Bonnie crawls up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist, "That's kind of hot, Vi." I smile, "Is it now, Ali?" "Of course. Wait. What am I gonna wear?" She asks. "Got that covered," I say, handing her a black bag, "Go look amazing." "All for you, babe." She says behind her back as she walks into my bathroom.
I stared at my girlfriend as we all squeezed into the back of Jake's truck. I had given her a black crop top and light blue jeans to wear for tonight. Needless to say, she looked amazing. "Uh, Princess? You're gonna have to sit on Marceline's lap." Jake says, indicating the lack of space in his truck. I laugh, "Normal Saturday night, then." Bonnie says. He starts the truck and I laugh at Bonnie's crude joke, "You two are gross." Finn says, laughing. "You're just jealous." I say. "Indeed I am, Violet." I laugh, "Wait, wait, wait, tell PB your fake name." Finn dramatically clears his throat before stating his outrageously fake name in a poorly presented British accent, "Harold Rowbotham." An eruption of laughter fills the car as we pull up outside of the nightclub. LSP's usually curly purple hair was dead straight. However her makeup matched her hair, as per usual: purple eyeshadow, purple lipstick, purple blusher. She was like Bonnie, just with the purple obsession instead of the pink. But, Bonnie wasn't a makeup person. Because of the whole I-love-science-more-than-life thing, PB knew the effects of makeup and didn't touch the stuff. She'd wear mascara now and then, but, barely. Nadir (We called her Lady for short; her manners were perfect) was wearing a white dress shirt with black pants. Sophisticated and sexy. Jake couldn't keep his eyes off of her. This was basically their first date. We just thought we'd tag along because we're mean. Finn was wearing a black and red checked shirt with black skinny jeans and his signature white beanie, Jake was wearing a white t-shirt with a navy-blue jacket and dark green jeans, (total lumberjack twins) and I was wearing black shorts with grey suspenders, a red crop top and black hooped earrings. We walked up to the freakishly big body guard at the door. We handed him our fakes. "Harold Rowbotham, Violet Grey, Alice Trawford, Chanelle Jones, Emily Gates and Alistair James." He stares at us before opening the door and handing us our I.D's. "Next!" I barely hear him shout as we walk into the club. It was filled to the brim with people. The floor was soaked with booze and god knows what else. I grab hold of PB's hand and squeeze it. She squeezes back and I smile. "Okay! I'm going to grab us some shots! Sit down and relax!" Jake shouts over the music. Him and Finn run off to get the drinks while we sat in a small booth. "Totally awesome, right PB?" LSP asks Bonnie, dancing along to the music in her seat. Bonnie laughs and nods, "It's great. Just know that I'm going to be getting all of you to dance with me tonight." Bonnie replies, "Especially you, little miss 'I can't dance'." She says, winking at me. I feel myself blush and squeeze her hand again, "I will dance so hard this whole place will fall down." I reply. "You bet your ass you will!" Lady says and we all laugh. "That was really good." I say to her. She smiles in return. Finn and Jake return with the drinks moments later. "Bottoms up!" I yell before downing my drink. Time to have a good night.