"I can't believe you talked me into this!" I said as I tried to pull the top of my outfit.
Martha smiled. "The more you pull it up, the shorter it becomes at the bottom."
I stood outside her friend Joe's house wearing the shortest Santa's helper costume ever created. It was bright red and came down just past my ass, luckily, I wore black mesh stockings, or my legs would be freezing. I went against her wishes of wearing high heels. I wore my thigh-high black boots instead.
"Mine is fine," she laughed as she slammed the trunk to her car closed. She came around the vehicle carrying the box of assorted liquor bottles.
"Well you don't have frigging G cup boobs, trying to bust their way out of your top," I said as I struggled to keep the top from dropping below my chest. "I should have said no to this ridiculous outfit!"
Martha hated when I brought up her small chest. She was barely a B cup, and her suit didn't look that flattering on her.
"Fine," she shook her blonde hair as she turned back to the car. "We will just go back to our lonely apartment the day before Christmas and look at each other," she said as she walked to the car.
"No," I sighed. "Let's go," I surrendered.
I hated her friends. They were all too immature for my taste. I was not stuck up or anything like that; I just got tired of the same party games and felt the need to get drunk every weekend.
"You sure?"
"Yes." I smiled.
We walked up to the door. Martha excitedly rang the bell. Joe came to the door dressed like a total fool. He was wearing a Santa Claus costume, but it was dingy looking, and the beard was tattered and torn. He was holding an empty bottle of liquor.
I shook my head as I entered. "What? I am a drunk Santa Claus!"
"I know. You always pick the same costume every year." I shook my head and rolled my eyes as I pushed past him.
"You can be such a bitch Kelly!" he said bitterly to me.
"It's going to Christmas and for one night the two of you can pretend to like one another," Martha interrupted.
"Okay, Blondie," Joe smiled. "Truce?" he said as he wrapped one arm around Martha, then offered me his hand.
I looked over at my friend, who looked like a puppy in the pet shop. "Fine, I can pretend for one night."
We followed him into the main living room. The rest of the gang was there. Joe's younger brother Eric was just as childish and immature as his brother. Sandy, Martha's best friend from college. Mike and Thomas were friends from work. All of them were dressed in holiday get up, ranging from Santa down to the workshop elves.
"Have some eggnog," Mike smiled.
"No," I shook my head. "I know better than to trust you with anything that enters my body."
"A prude as always," Sandy shook her head.
"I'll show you prude," I stared at her.
The two of us had never gotten along ever since Martha decided to leave Sandy's apartment and came to live with me.
Martha shook her head, determined to make this work. "How about we play a drinking game," she smiled, trying to defuse the situation.
It didn't take long for Joe to develop a few drinking games. I decided I would play along even though all I wanted to do at this moment was to go back home. After a few hours, had passed all of us were feeling the effects of the alcohol.
Mike sat next to me on one of the couches. He was always trying to make a move on me, even at work. It wasn't that he wasn't good looking. I found him attractive. I hated to be petty, but it was his failure to launch that turned me off. He was still living at home at the age of thirty-six that just didn't do it for me.
"Mike," I smiled at him while shaking my head. "I'm not that drunk, and I don't think I will ever be that drunk."
He took the hint then went back to the floor next to Thomas. Martha was sitting on the other side of Thomas. I knew she had a massive crush on him, which wasn't surprising. She loved the overly built men. Thomas spent most of his free time in the gym, and it showed. He looked like a miniature white version of the incredible hulk.
"Well it's that time," Thomas said. Standing up.
"Really?" Joe said. "You're going to try and leave in that?" he said as he pulled back the curtains. Snow had begun to fall. The driveway and all the cars were covered.
"Shit!" all of us said as we looked out. It was pitch black outside, and the snow was coming down heavily.
"Well that's just fucking great!" Thomas shouted.
"Calm down," Martha pleaded. "Joe has many rooms in this house, we can stay until morning then leave at first light."
They were mumbles from everybody, but we decided that the girls would pick out some of the rooms, and the guys would stay in the living room.
"Do you think he liked my idea?" Martha said as she tried on one of Joe's shirts.
"Why do you think he wanted to leave?" I asked.
