Wild Collision (Us 4)

“Are you done?” I ask.

“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’m not doing.

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 how you’d want to be cheered up, but not me.”

She bites her lip. “Do you want to go home then? I feel bad now.”

I shake my head. “We’re already here, we might as well try to have some fun.”

I follow her inside, we check our coats , and then she heads straight for the bar. She orders us shots and I take one to be a good sport but have no intentions of having any more.

I hop up on an empty stool and before Kira can sit down a guy is already asking her to dance.

She gives me a look.

“Go,” I encourage. “Have fun.”

She flashes a smile and let’s herself be pulled into the crowd.

“Pining over someone?” I turn at the sound of the voice to find a guy a little older than me sitting on the stool to my left nursing a beer.

“Uh…”

He smiles. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to hit on you. I am too—pining that is,” he sighs.

“It’s not fun.”

“No, it isn’t. I’m Jake, by the way.”

“Mia,” I reply.

“Nice to meet you, Mia.”

“Likewise.”

The bartender comes over and asks if we need anything.

“A water please.”

“Designated driver?” Jake asks me when the bartender moves away to get my glass of water.