Jenny stumbled again and fell sideways on her hip. The three girls broke out into a renewed peal of laughter. They were so drunk. It was Jenny's twenty-first Birthday. Her first night out to the bars without having to use a fake I.D. Her friends had already had theirs.
All three girls wore skin tight dresses and heels. Jenny, the birthday girl, wore red. Her long lush brown hair was shiny and magnificent even though it was a bit messy. She struggled back to her feet with the help of her two friends; Carla and Vivienne. Jenny held onto to them, her head spinning for a moment.
"Oh dear," said Jenny. "I think I might be a little drunk." The girls all laughed hysterically again. They were at a point where they did not even know what they were really laughing about. But it was funny.
"Dirty Dan's," said Carla. She wore a lime green skin tight dress and she had long blond hair.
"Who?" asked Vivienne looking around, not sure where she was for moment. "Dan Jenkins? Did you fuck him? You slut!" This created another long round of loud laughter. Vivienne had very dark hair held in a pony tail and olive skin. She wore a deep black skin tight dress and matching heels.
"Dirty Dan's," said Carla. Then pointed at the sign above the blacked out door in front of them.
"Is it a bar?" asked Jenny blinking her eyes trying to focus. "Haven't we been in there already?"
"Let's find out," said Carla. She was taller then them and always held her booze better.
"Carla, no, I can't drink anymore," pleaded Jenny.
"Oh come on, you've been drinking free all night, you only turn twenty-one once, only night you get free drinks everywhere," said Carla as she opened the door and dragged the other two along with her.
They went through the door into a small, poorly lit, dive bar. It looked a little rough and the girls stopped and looked around. All the other patrons had stopped what they were doing to look at them. The three girls usually drew a lot of attention wherever they went.
"Come on in, we don't bite," cried out a deep male voice from the back. Another voice agreed.
"It's a dive bar but the landing is real soft," cried out another voice and most of the patrons laughed.
"It's my friend's twenty-first birthday today!" announced Carla while raising her arms in a cheer. The whole bar cheered and many raised their glasses. It was warm inside and two men at a near table moved to join others at another one and created an empty booth for the girls to sit at. The bar broke into a spontaneous drunken rendition of Happy Birthday and a mature husky waitress brought over a shot and lit it on fire in front of Jenny.
Jenny blew it out with the help of Carla and then knocked it back and the bar cheered. Everyone then returned to their own business as the girls laughed and high-fived amongst themselves and then ordered another round.
"I told you this bar was cool," said Carla.
"You've never been here in your life."
"Have to."
"Have not."
"Fuck you." The girls broke into another bout of hysterical laughter.
Something dropped from the ceiling and they all screamed. A rubber spider bobbed on a string in front of them and then retreated back up to the ceiling. People at the bar were laughing and the bartender re-secured the string that had let the spider drop down.
"Oh my god," said Vivienne. "I almost pissed my pants."
"This bar is so cool," said Carla. "I told you it was cool." Jenny held her stomach, feeling a little queasy.
"I've got to go piss," said Vivienne. "Who's coming with me?" They discussed this and Carla relented that she would go with her as Jenny did not need to at the moment.
Jenny sat alone and looked up at the ceiling. There were a lot more things up there attached to strings to drop down on unsuspecting drunks. Staring up, she lost track of time, but it still seemed like the other two were taking an awful long time. There could not be a lineup.
Then there were two men with huge belt buckles standing at her table. Asking her questions. She could not take her eyes off the belt buckles for some reason. They were so big. She kept calling them cowboys and they kept assuring her they were not, they were truck drivers. Jenny knew full well she was in a terrible state to be alone and talking to men. When she got drunk she got terribly horny. She did not get drunk that often and had to rely on her friends to keep her from doing something she would regret.
Not only were those belt buckles huge, but there were bulges underneath. Her eyes soon focused on those. The men seemed to lose interest after not getting anywhere and bowed slightly, one tipped his hat, and they left her alone.
Soon after the men left her friends appeared out of the passageway at the back of the bar. They walked closely together, a strange look on their faces, and Vivienne wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. They sat down without saying a word, shared a look with each other and suppressed a giggle.
"Where have you two been?" asked Jenny.
"Powdering our nose," said Carla. She made a motion on her face, as if signalling to Vivienne that she had something on the side of her forehead. Vivienne quickly raised her hand and wiped something away. The two of them suppressed another giggle.
Vivienne forced a straight face and said, "Need to use the washroom Jen?" They could not hold their straight face and they both broke into a giggle.
"What the fuck is your problem?" asked Jenny. "What is up with you two?" Jenny felt left out of a secret. But being drunk, it really did not seem to matter. She still could not figure out why all those things were on the ceiling.
"So you been just sitting out here all alone?"
"Well no, these two massive belt buckles were here, they said that they weren't cowboys but I'm sure they were lying. They were so big," said Jenny.
