CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

VENITA:

We were on our fourth shot. Believe me, whatever was in this tiny ass glass was so powerful that the room spun. I was fighting hard to stay in control and not pass out. I was still very much conscious of what was happening, in total acknowledgement of my surroundings too. Mirage laughed at every little joke. It felt nice to see her happy and carefree.

While my eyes still scanned the countless beautiful women who hung to the arms of all types of men like a handbag, Mirage surprised me by taking center stage and began dancing to the upbeat played by the DJ. 'Ani't Your Mama' by Jennifer Lopez never sounded amazing until I saw a beauty like Mirage seriously throwing her back out to the beat.

"Come join me," she serenaded.

It didn't sound like a bit of bad advice as I had been sitting and nodding to the beat. I shot to my feet and joined her, both of us yelling the lyrics at the top of our lungs while dancing and occasionally returning to the table to take more shots. After a brie