“We’re too old for you.” Carolina giggles at a couple of twenty-year-old guys with the long, floppy hockey hair.
“I like older women,” the kid brays.
“How long do we have to stay here?” I gripe.
Carolina links her arm in mine. “It’s a swanky hotel party. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”
“Yeah, that means there’s not going to be food.” I look longingly at the hotel bar. “We could order some apps, have a nice drink instead.”
“I like that idea.” Kathy grabs onto me.
“We’re making these sacrifices for you,” Carolina reminds her.
“We’re going to party, girls!” Gran whoops, herding us into the elevator. “I don’t want you to come back home unless you’re dripping with cum.”
“Good lord.”
“We are going to a swingers party, aren’t we?” I demand, “Oh my god, Gran!”
“Hold on to your panties. You’re spending too much time with your mom.” My grandmother knocks on the hotel room door. On the other side, we can hear pounding music.
“They’re going to get a noise complaint,” I hiss.
“Killjoy.” Gran kicks me.
The door cracks open, pulsing light illuminating the bouncer-slash-security-guard. “What kind of party is this?”
Gran does some sort of complicated handshake with the doorman. “We’re in. This is where I leave you girls.” She bows. “Make me proud.” She thumps her chest, and we’re ushered inside.
There are pretty, skinny models and influencers dancing on the tables in the living area of the suite. They’re wearing skimpy dresses like ours but seem a lot more confident. The only man is the mildly-annoyed-looking security guard.
He dodges a drink from one drunk girl twerking to the pounding hip-hopmusic.
“Oh my gawd,” one of the girls drawls and peers at Kathy. “Oh my god, Gossie. Goss.” She pats at her friend. “Isn’t that, um, what’s-her-name, Knox’s ex?”
“Oh my god.” Kathy claps her hands to her mouth. “I can’t be here.”
“Kath—”
“Yeah. Kathy.” The girl stumbles and almost falls off the table.
“Why didn’t you marry him?” Her friend wrinkles her nose. “I mean, you had it all, but you couldn’t seal the deal.”
My sister slowly backs away from the two girls.
“Kathy, man up.”
“I’m sorry,” my sister whimpers.
“If you leave, you lose your place in line.” The bouncer looks up. Kathy hugs herself.
“Kathy, don’t you dare run away. I’m only here because of you,” I hiss. I try to grab her, but she flees to the door.
“I didn’t know I’d have to be uncomfortable,” she cries as she dodges me.
“You need to find a rich boyfriend.” I chase her around the room. “You brought our parents to live in my house. This is the least you can do. I’m wearing a thong, for God’s sake. Talk to me about uncomfortable.”
Kathy flings the door open, then she’s gone.
