Murphy stood in her bedroom, wondering what to do. She stared outside at the rain, and realized that it was a typical day in New York. Her parents, Amber and Mandy, were at their law firm and weren't due back until six. Her oldest brother, Ethan, was out with his new girlfriend, Chrissy, and would not be back until curfew, which was at eleven. Sebastian was at his play rehearsal, they were doing Singin' in the Rain, and he'd gotten the role of Cosmo Brown, best friend to the lead.
Murphy felt herself pacing her bedroom again. The words, Hey, Moms, I'm gay, just didn't sound right. When Sebastian had told them, it was only natural for them to be okay with it, because they were gay, too. Well... technically Ethan's bio-mom, Amber, was bisexual, but hadn't been in a relationship with a man since high school. The man, oddly enough, was Murphy's father, Ben, who was in jail somewhere in Seattle, where Amber and Mandy were from. But that was another story...
There was a knock at her door and Murphy's thoughts broke as she crossed the room to answer it. Her youngest siblings, the twins, Devon and Lucy, were standing there. "What?" Murphy asked in the most polite voice she could muster.
"It's just that Carson's mom is here," Devon said, his voice slowly beginning to mature. The twins had just turned twelve, and were reminding everyone every minute, every hour, at every opportunity that they would be thirteen in less than a year. It was enough to get on your nerves.
"What?" Murphy asked, unsure of what Carson had to do with anything.
Lucy sighed, and pushed her golden brown hair out of her face. "Carson, Devon's best friend and my boyfriend," she reminded her.
"Right, right," Murphy said, trying not to freak out that her twelve-year-old baby sister had a boyfriend. "Sure. His mom's going to be there, right?"
"Am I not a good chaperone?" demanded Devon.
"I didn't mean..." Murphy sighed, not in the mood for any complications. "Of course you are," she said, ruffling Devon's dark hair. "It's just that Moms' rules are that an adult has to be there."
"She'll be sitting a row behind us, with you," Lucy said, giving Devon her charming, innocent smile.
"No, I want to sit with Carson! He's my best friend...!"
"But you're not his girlfriend, are you?" Lucy asked.
"All right, you two," Murphy said. "You don't want to keep Mrs. Williams waiting, do you? It would be rude." She reached into her pocket and handed them each a ten-dollar bill. "For popcorn and a small drink," she said. "Luc, if Carson was a gentleman, he would offer to help pay."
"He buys her lunch at school," Devon said over his shoulder as they quickly disappeared down the hall and out the door.
Murphy let out a sigh and fell onto her back onto her bed, her jet-black hair spilling around her. She'd dyed it black just a couple of months ago, because Gloria said she'd always wanted to fuck someone with black hair. With a smile at that thought, Murphy quickly dialed Gloria's number. It was Saturday, not their usual night together, but Gloria had informed Murphy of a twenty-four-hour bug she'd caught from a student. However, her cell phone rang once and went to voicemail, so that couldn't be helped. She let out an exasperated groan and fell back down onto her pillows.
A sudden vibration caught her off guard and caused her to look intently at her phone. Seeing as it was only Nathan, she answered with a fed-up, totally cranky, "What?!"
"It's Nathan," said the voice on the other end. "Am I in trouble?"
"Oh, no," Murphy said.
"What were you up to?" he asked.
She let out a sigh. "Well, I was just writing my essay of acceptance to their acceptance to Dartmouth," she answered.
"Dartmouth, really?" Nathan said, happiness in his voice. "That's great! Why did you pick there?"
"A...friend of mine suggested it," she said quickly.
"Uh-huh," Nathan said. "So, um, the Dads and Joel and Theresa are getting pizza and a movie tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to do something or something..."
"Do something or something?" she asked. "Very poetic..."
"Come on," said Nathan. "Like you have anything better to do..."
"Well..." Murphy looked at her computer where half of her essay was all typed up and pristine. It had to be ten pages, and she had about five and a quarter pages finished, and she didn't have to mail it for another two weeks; plus, it was always fun to see Nathan. "I'm going to go for a drive," she said at last. "I may end up coming by...but I don't know..."
"Okay," he said. "Hope to see you..."
Murphy nodded even though he couldn't see her and hung up the phone. It was second nature now to grab her car keys, a coat, and some shoes as she headed out of her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and went to the driveway, where her car was. She automatically unlocked it and climbed in, easily fitting the key into the egnition.
She absentmindedly drove down the rainy street, looking for something to do, something interesting. There was a new club on the street, and she could hear disco dance type music pumping from inside. The bouncer was a rather large man of African American descent, and she knew that she had to get in somehow.
She parked on the other side of the street and looked around her car. It was wonderful that her best friend June had left the outfit that she'd made Murphy buy at the mall last week. Only June knew about her relationship with Gloria, but only that she was a woman and a little bit older. It was a skin-tight, black number with no sleeves, new black Prada boots that reached her knees, and a black leather jacket.
June's gold locket, which she'd loaned to her three days ago, fit perfectly between her triple-C breasts as she quickly put on the outfit in the car. A tube of red lipstick, and black eye-liner, and black mascara completed the ensamble perfectly. On a moment of daring luck, she also added a good amount of blush to her cheeks and gold eyeshadow as she stepped out of the car, just as it stopped raining.
She crossed the street, no cars for the moment, and walked right up to the bouncer, who was trying his best to act professional as soon as Murphy walked up to him. "May I go in?" she asked seductively.
"Are you twenty-one?" he asked, trying his best to sound gruff.
"I don't know," whispered Murphy as she put a fifty-dollar bill into his arm, which he quickly noticed. "I'll bet that's thirty-dollars more than you make an hour."
"Twenty," he said.
"Really?" Murphy asked, putting her lips up to his ear. "Listen...I really need to go in. Please?" she asked.
"All right," the man said, and pulled down the rope.
"Thank you," Murphy said, and giggled as she stepped inside.
Flashing lights momentarily blinded her, but soon she was able to see all around her. There was a bar, a dance floor, romantic booths, a D.J., flat screen T.V.'s, and even a private upstairs if your nights took a turn for the better.
She walked up to the bar and sat down. "Scotch on the rocks, please," she said, giving the bartender a coy smile.
"Are you twenty-one?" he asked.
"I'm in here, aren't I?"
He sighed. "Are you?"
Murphy leaned forward and bent over the bar, so that her amazing tits were halfway in view. "Am I?" she asked.
"Fine," he said, his eyes lighting up at the attention. "Scotch on the rocks it is!" He made it and put it in front of her. "First drink is on the house," he said quickly.
"Okay," Murphy said, taking his hand. "Here's a tip," she said, and kissed him on the cheek.
The man laughed and Murphy threw her head back and drank. She'd sampled various beverages while at Gloria's, but never hard stuff like this. It was a wonderful flavor, and for a moment she couldn't see straight, but soon her eyesight improved.
"Can I get you anything else?" the bartender asked. "Name's Max, by the way."
"Well, Max, I'm Murphy," she said. "I'll take a martini."
