Post 226: Scenes from a Party, p9

The crowd, the party, the group - most all of it young women, drinking, dancing, laughing - was abubble with activity, anticipation, avid excitement. Something was coming, someone was on her way.

“Look at all the little worker bees,” the statuesque blonde in the green dress, Amelia, droned to her two friends as she gazed about the room with a crooked smile, “all abuzz, like they’re waiting for their queen.” Feigning boredom, she looked at her long, healthy nails, painted white.

“You can feel her, right?” Marisela said, not even knowing herself that she sounded a little too ardent, that she was speaking a little too quickly. In her dress, a revealing, floor-length slip of a thing, red like curdled blood and bursting at the seams from her new curves, she felt sexy and powerful. Confident like she never had before.

“Yeah it’s weird,” Randi answered, knowing what she meant, “but yeah.”

“And him…” Marisela continued, her big blue eyes, rimmed heavy with black liner, wide and bright. There was an edge to her these past few days, the other girls had heard it. It had been slowly creeping into the normally dry, acerbic girl’s voice all week. “…you can feel him too? He’s here, but where is he?”

”Aubrey said she saw Angie dragging him over that way,” Randi said, her eyes rolling towards the dark back rooms as she took a sip of her vodka and cranberry, “What does she think she’s doing? Omigod….if she messes him up I’m going to kill her.”

The other girls saw it, the flash in Marisela’s eyes, the way her pupils momentarily dilated. “Seriously??” she asked, her big bright eyes going wider, a strange, eager smile lighting her face. “Can I help haha…?”

Randi, Amelia. For a brief moment they just looked at one another.

“Marisela, darling, are you alright?” Randi asked, doing her best to be delicate. Was this girl on something?

“Yeah ever since last weekend,” Amelia added, “with him and your tits, you’ve been getting weird.”

To that, Marisela’s mind clicked. She thought to herself as she ran her tongue over eye teeth, which - something funny going on there - had started to ache again. Then she dropped her mouth open in a wide smile. She might as well say it. “I feel like I want him again.”

Another eye-roll from Randi, and Amelia just laughed. As Randi looked away, fighting back the urge to agree with Marisela, Amelia did her best to stay aloof. and looked back down at her nails. “Keep it in your pants girl,” she said, “we all want the same thing. But you know the plans...”

”We should go find him,” Marisela said…