She laughed that kind of laugh where you know you’re fucked. The kind of laugh where your best friend just roped you into some crazy shit they knew you wouldn’t like, so they made you agree to come before they told you all the details.
“Why am I still friends with you?”
“Because you love me and your life would be boring as hell without me in it.”
I shook my head, trying to figure a way out of this. “I don’t have an outfit.”
“Boo boo, do you think I would let you come unprepared? Go get the big red box from under your bed.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I shit you not.”
I put the phone on speaker and walked hastily to the edge of my bed, dropped to my knees, and pulled the large box out.
“Hurry. Open it! You’re going to love it.”
“I doubt it.”
“Stop, puss pants.”
I untied the red velvet bow and cautiously lifted the lid off.
“What the fuck am I looking at?”
I lifted the white feather trimmed bra and matching panties, white sheer slip looking thing and a pair of red wings.
“Is this a fucking sex party?”
“No. No. No. Not really. But you have to dress up to get in.”
“Like this?”
“Well, the men’s match, but with no shirts on, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
I dropped the items back into the box and rubbed my face.
“You ok, boo?”
“Why didn’t you tell me it was a Cupid party?”
“Because you’d say no.” She paused for only a second. “Tony’s friend is super hot and looking forward to meeting you.”
“Yay.” I said sarcastically.
“Get your ass over here!” The music in the background got louder, so she must have walked back inside.
“Fine. You owe me, though.”
“You can repay me with your orgasms.” She laughed out loud, the kind of laugh that you only do when you’re drunk and realize you said something wildly inappropriate, but you don’t care.
“Bye and please don’t drink too much.”
The line went dead.
I looked back at the box and picked the pieces up one at a time.
