Emma

“Sophia, you were always getting me into trouble,” I said as I was danced with some guy that looked as if he’d had more cocktails then we had. As I got closer toward him, I realized that he was old; he made my dad look youthful.

Fuck!

“I’m not ready to be any guy’s sugar baby!” I said as I pushed him away and started to scan the bar for someone else. Anyone younger than Grandpa!

“Let’s see if we’ve still got it.” Sophia had said when she winked at me earlier.

“What do you mean?”

“Remember we never had any money, so we used to get all these guys to buy us cocktails? Then by the end of the night, we’d tell them that you and I are more than friends.”

“That’s so wrong!”

“Emma, remember that guy? The one that told you that his dick was so big, that he could convert you!”

I squeal as I remember the guy, the idiot telling me that he converted his last girlfriend!

That was when we had started scanning the place for guys to buy us drinks and for some reason she had ended up with a hot guy and I had ended up with Grandpa. Then again, I wasn’t really concentrating. As much as I wanted to drink and not think about Sebastian, he kept flashing through my mind.

I wondered if Sebastian had got together with the hooker. It was stupid, and it should have been the furthest thing from my mind. But it bugged me. I noticed that lately he had been in the limelight alone. I wanted to ask Sophia, but I knew that she would tease me about having a thing for her brother.

Maybe that was all it was: a “thing,” and I needed to get over it. Sebastian had tons of girls after him. I knew that a doctor, especially one like me with “fake” boobs and butt, apparently courtesy of Doctor Xin, couldn’t spark an interest in his elevated world. Besides, I was five years older than him. I had done the math a dozen times since I had gotten the job. It wouldn’t work out; it couldn’t.

Now I knew that I was really drunk. I went up to some guy and, remembering the girls talking about Doctor Xin, pointed to my chest and slurred, “Hey, do these look real to you?”

I had a couple of buttons missing from my shirt dress, probably from when I had nearly slipped while trying to get my balance in the bathroom.

He rubbed his chest closer to mine and said, “Oh yeah baby, but I can’t tell with your dress still on. Your place or mine?”

Any other day that would have been the signal to tell the guy that Sophia was my girlfriend and not my friend. But—and there was always a but—the idea of Sebastian hooking up with that girl, the hooker, just wouldn’t leave my head. And seeing Sophia on the dance floor brought back distant memories of the last time that I’d had sex. It had been so damn long--I couldn’t even figure out if it had happened this year.

I should have been a nun, not a fucking doctor.

No sex.

No drinking.

No fucking life.

When did I get so boring?

“Are you trying to figure out if your man’s home? ’Cause I can tell you’re not married.”

“How?” I shouted over the music, which felt as if it was getting louder by the second.

“Cause you got no ring!” He grabbed my hand to point to my finger, but somehow his hand managed to rub past my chest on the way. I knew it was just an excuse to touch them. After all, I had given him an open invitation asking him the stupid question about whether my tits looked real. I had already asked Sophia, and she had kindly reminded me, “Some things never change.”

I had been insecure in college too. Especially when I had started putting on weight in only one area: my chest.

I felt pathetic asking about it. I shook my head, thinking that I needed to get Sebastian out of my mind and hook up with whatever-his-name-was to cure me of my obsession.

“Hey. So what’s your friend’s name?” Sophia seductively held on to me.

“Carl...” I pointed to the guy thinking that at last I had remembered his name.

“Ben!” He smiled, shaking his head. Sophia was getting into her role, pretending that we were more than just friends, but then Ben was seductively eyeing her up. He took her hand and said, “I was asking your friend back to my place. But, if you like, you could come instead?”

Really!

He had dropped just me like that, while I was thinking of sleeping with him.

“Nah! We’ve got plans, if you get my drift…” Then Sophia stroked my face, the same thing we used to do back in college.

“If you like your older sister can come back too. I don’t mind.” He was shaking his head as if he would lose out if he didn’t offer for me to go back to his place too.

I yanked Sophia’s hand away from him and in my anger shouted, “Seriously, if we were sisters does he think that we would go back to his place!”

She laughed, “You’ve really been out of the circuit.”

We reached the front door just in time, because as I nodded the cocktails and burgers that I’d had earlier started to emerge from my throat. That was when both Sophia and I bent over and threw up everything that we had consumed in the last few hours on the curb. My head was spinning, and I could tell that I had more to dispose of as I continued to jerk my body up and down and throw up. I would puke, stand up, and then Sophia would follow.

She finished up first and said, “We’re not college students anymore!”

I handed her a Kleenex and agreed, “I say,” as I wiped my mouth. All of a sudden I had a piercing headache.

She laughed, “Your place or mine?”

“I live in a shoe box.”

“Okay, mine.”

She winked and then she hailed a taxi as the goons outside looked at as if we were a couple of losers. As we sat at the back of the taxi, she said, “We had fun didn’t we.”

I laughed and said, “Sure!”