Janet and I had become good friends since I started working in the call center. So, when she asked if I would like to join her and Rachael, another girl from work, for a night of clubbing, I readily agreed.
We decided to all meet up at the club. I arrived first and waited outside for the other two. I hated going inside by myself. At 5 foot 3 and 95 pounds, my young looks get me a lot of hassles about my age. I knew my conservative blue sundress, and my blonde pony tail, wouldn't help.
Rachel showed up next. She's about my height but probably out weights me by about 20 pounds. It's not that she's fat, she carries the extra weight in her D cup breasts. Tonight she was wearing tight, bright red shorts and a matching zip front shirt. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled up in a bun.
We had never really got acquainted at work, but we had plenty of time to get to know each other standing in front of the club because Janet showed up 20 minutes late.
When she finally showed, Janet was looking hot. Being taller than me at about 5 foot 8, her legs looked great below her short black skirt and even though she is skinny with small breasts like mine, her low cut white blouse fit her to a tee. Her shoulder length brown hair framed her face nicely.
I thought to myself, it's a good thing we're just out for fun. There's not much chance plain old Kelsey (Me) would even get noticed around these too.
Anyway, we headed into the club and like always the guy at the door hassled me about my age. We got to a table and ordered our drinks. I don't drink much, but the other two ordered whisky sours. Not wanting to look out of place, I did the same.
When the drinks arrived, I took a sip. WOW. Was it strong.
We talked about work and drank.
We talked about our families and drank.
We talked about the losers we had dated and drank.
Again I don't drink much so it didn't take long until I was feeling a little tipsy, OK a lot tipsy.
The whole time we were there, hot guys kept coming up to talk to Janet and Rachael. The two of them blew the guys off and sometimes were downright rude. I figured they were being nice and doing it for me. And we drank.
Pretty soon, I got to feeling if I drank anymore I would get sick. I told the girls I had better run along home. I didn't want to ruin their night.
Janet said we would all leave, and suggested we all go back to her place. She swore she knew a way to prevent hangovers. I liked that idea, so we all went out and hailed a cab.
By the time we got to her apartment building the other two girls had to help me out of the cab and into Janet's first floor apartment. The girl's practically carried me to the couch and I flopped down in the middle.
Rachel sat with me and we talked about something while Janet went into the kitchen. When she came back, she had 3 large glasses of water.
This was her miracle cure for hangovers, Water? I giggled. Janet set the glasses on the table, then looking at Rachel, she picked up a glass and handed it to me.
All of a sudden she slopped some of the cold water. Splashing me from below my waist, all the way to my breasts.
"Oh God!" Janet said "I'm so sorry."
Rachel quickly added "You'd better get that wet dress off."
"No." I slurred "It'll be OK."
"No, No." Janet said "Wet clothes will definitely cause a hangover."
"Really?" I questioned innocently.
"Yes, definitely." answered Rachael "Wet clothes are a sure fire cause."