so, susan and lucy were going to buy some booze for lucy's 21st, but then they stop at the 7-11 to buy peter his camel lights, and some guy starts chatting lucy up.
"are you going to ashley's party?" he ends up asking her.
lucy tips her head to the side, says, "yes. where is it again?"
so he tells her, and she grins when he says he'll see her there, and back in the car susan raises her eyebrow. "made a new friend there."
"go to winslow ave," says lucy.
susan frowns. "far be it from me to say you can't go party on your 21st, lu, but edmund and peter--"
lucy says, "i'm not going to go party. we're going to a party."
"and what are we going to do at this party? work?"
it's very obvious which house on winslow ave is the party house. before they get out of the car, they hastily apply make-up: quick eyeliner, blush, pink gloss. they check their faces in the mirror, they check each other's faces, and as susan smudges lucy's eyeliner into symmetry, lucy says, "give me a kiss for luck."
"oh lu, you don't need luck," says susan, but kisses her anyway. her lips are sticky and smell of vanilla.
"let's go!" lucy whispers excitedly.
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none so friendly as drunk college students, and none so generous with affection. this house is wall-to-wall with them. lucy has her arms around the waists of two girls, swaying and singing at the top of their lungs a song that was a hit two years ago. she has already picked their pockets, and their wallets are safe in her purse, with a number of other people's wallets. susan is somewhere on the couch in the middle of a mass drunk cuddle, the type whose participants sort of wish would eventually turn into an orgy, and she giggles and touches and is touched. someone tries to kiss her, and she kisses back.
"susan!" lucy grins at her, stumbling over. "got a cigarette?" the signal to scram.
"right." susan turns to the person next to her. "where's the coat room again?"
"ashley's bedroom, by the bathroom upstairs. are you leaving?!"
she laughs. "i'm just going to grab my cigarettes."
"oh, sweet. cool."
so susan goes upstairs to ashley's bedroom by the bathroom, and goes through all the pockets and purses, pocketing wallets and sunglasses and whatever else looks shiny and nice. she works fast, but she hasn't even finished the whole room when she hears footsteps coming up the stairs. this thing is done.
she slips out the room, caws "love your shoes!" at the girl coming up, and finds lucy strolling out of the kitchen, carrying a 30-rack box.
"what are you doing?" susan frowns. "is that full?"
lucy shakes her head. "there are some empties. i asked ashley if i could have them for recycling and she said yes."
"lu, are you seriously bringing that?"
"yes!" she says fiercely. "you'll see. i need this box."
and susan doesn't want to make it a big thing, 'cos they just need to get out of here, so okay, whatever, lucy can collect trash if she wants. it's her birthday after all.
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it's not until they're in the car again when her pay-as-you-go cellphone rings, and it's peter, intent on yelling in her ear. after a prolonged period of not getting a word in edgewise, susan rolls her eyes and foists of the cellphone on lucy. "deal with this."
"hello?" says lucy. "no, susan is driving. ... we'll be back soon. didn't you get our text? ... yeah, so we said we were going to be late. ... well, su, must not have heard the ringing, it was pretty loud in there. ... oh honestly, peter. peter? peter!" but apparently he has hung up. lucy looks at susan. "what a baby!"
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so, susan and lucy were going to buy some booze for lucy's 21st, but then they stop at the 7-11 to buy peter his camel lights, and some guy starts chatting lucy up.
"are you going to ashley's party?" he ends up asking her.
lucy tips her head to the side, says, "yes. where is it again?"
so he tells her, and she grins when he says he'll see her there, and back in the car susan raises her eyebrow. "made a new friend there."
"go to winslow ave," says lucy.
susan frowns. "far be it from me to say you can't go party on your 21st, lu, but edmund and peter--"
lucy says, "i'm not going to go party. we're going to a party."
"and what are we going to do at this party? work?"
it's very obvious which house on winslow ave is the party house. before they get out of the car, they hastily apply make-up: quick eyeliner, blush, pink gloss. they check their faces in the mirror, they check each other's faces, and as susan smudges lucy's eyeliner into symmetry, lucy says, "give me a kiss for luck."
"oh lu, you don't need luck," says susan, but kisses her anyway. her lips are sticky and smell of vanilla.
"let's go!" lucy whispers excitedly.
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none so friendly as drunk college students, and none so generous with affection. this house is wall-to-wall with them. lucy has her arms around the waists of two girls, swaying and singing at the top of their lungs a song that was a hit two years ago. she has already picked their pockets, and their wallets are safe in her purse, with a number of other people's wallets. susan is somewhere on the couch in the middle of a mass drunk cuddle, the type whose participants sort of wish would eventually turn into an orgy, and she giggles and touches and is touched. someone tries to kiss her, and she kisses back.
"susan!" lucy grins at her, stumbling over. "got a cigarette?" the signal to scram.
"right." susan turns to the person next to her. "where's the coat room again?"
"ashley's bedroom, by the bathroom upstairs. are you leaving?!"
she laughs. "i'm just going to grab my cigarettes."
"oh, sweet. cool."
so susan goes upstairs to ashley's bedroom by the bathroom, and goes through all the pockets and purses, pocketing wallets and sunglasses and whatever else looks shiny and nice. she works fast, but she hasn't even finished the whole room when she hears footsteps coming up the stairs. this thing is done.
she slips out the room, caws "love your shoes!" at the girl coming up, and finds lucy strolling out of the kitchen, carrying a 30-rack box.
"what are you doing?" susan frowns. "is that full?"
lucy shakes her head. "there are some empties. i asked ashley if i could have them for recycling and she said yes."
"lu, are you seriously bringing that?"
"yes!" she says fiercely. "you'll see. i need this box."
and susan doesn't want to make it a big thing, 'cos they just need to get out of here, so okay, whatever, lucy can collect trash if she wants. it's her birthday after all.
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it's not until they're in the car again when her pay-as-you-go cellphone rings, and it's peter, intent on yelling in her ear. after a prolonged period of not getting a word in edgewise, susan rolls her eyes and foists of the cellphone on lucy. "deal with this."
"hello?" says lucy. "no, susan is driving. ... we'll be back soon. didn't you get our text? ... yeah, so we said we were going to be late. ... well, su, must not have heard the ringing, it was pretty loud in there. ... oh honestly, peter. peter? peter!" but apparently he has hung up. lucy looks at susan. "what a baby!"