“What’s taking so long?” Lizzy knocked on the bedroom door.
“Coming.”
“I hope you do.”
I opened the door and glared at her.
“Too soon?”
I pushed past her, not answering her question, and grabbed the drink she’d made off the counter in the kitchen.
“Cheers!” I said, holding up the glass to hers.
Lizzy smiled, clinking my glass. “To an unforgettable night.”
“Yay.” I said deadpan, tipping the drink back.
“Ok. Let’s go. Our car is waiting downstairs.”
“Waiting? Was it waiting this whole time?”
Lizzy smiled.
“You should have told me.”
“It’s fine. I gave them a big tip to wait.”
“I hope they’re still there.”
“I’m sure she is.”
“Give me one sec.” I grabbed my vibrator off the floor and ran into the bedroom, plugging it in.
I looked at my wall of boyfriends and bid them all a good night. I really hoped I didn’t regret going.
Don’t be a bridezilla or a cunt bag
Weweredownstairsafew minutes later walking to the car, and I recognized the four-door blue sedan. I crawled into the back seat and Betty turned around, looking at us.
“So you got her to come?” Betty smiled.
“Betty, that is a personal question.” Lizzy teased, handing her ten bucks.
I looked curiously at Lizzy. She said a big tip. I was expecting over ten dollars.
“I’m not going to take your money.” Betty batted her hand away and started pulling onto the road.
“Betty. A bet is a bet, and I lost.” Lizzy insisted.
“Oh, fine!” She huffed, reaching her hand back when we got to the stoplight. I saw her place it on the hundred-dollar bill, which I assume was the tip Lizzy gave her for waiting.
“How are you doing, darling?” Betty asked, looking at me in her rearview mirror.
“I’m doing good.”
“She’s not. She was masturbating in her living room when I got there.”
“Fuck, Lizzy!” I smacked her arm.
