Saturday Nights

Saturday night only meant one thing, getting drunk, high, or laid. Or even all three.

“Girl are you ready yet?” Anna shouted upstairs.

“Gimme 5” you laughed as you shook your hair out before slipping on your timberlands.

You and Anna were an odd combination, she was quite girly and you were the complete opposite. But somehow you were like peas in a pod.

“I will leave without you” she laughed.

“God I’m coming” you laughed taking one final look in the mirror, smirking at your appearance. Your cut-off Nirvana shirt gave a glimpse of your cherry-red lace bra and your shorts were cheeky.

Running down the stairs you hear Anna whistle at you.

“Damn girl, someone is planning on getting laid tonight” she smirked.

“Too right, it’s been a hot minute” you sighed, you had recently come out of a very toxic relationship and we’re all about having fun. “Now let’s go because I’m gonna die if I don’t drink something alcoholic soon”

“Always the dramatic one” she chuckled as she locked up.

You and Anna h