This show may or may not have inspired this flash fiction story.
Three birthdays ago, Andrea, Shaina, and the Wolf Pack celebrated my twenty-third birthday with me in Atlanta. We stayed in a hotel in Buckhead (down the street from my office, where I didn’t work at the time). After dinner, we went clubbing in midtown.
The night ended with us ordering an obscene amount of food from a diner that didn’t deliver. We were too drunk to go pick up our order & passed out. The next morning, we woke up to several messages letting us know that our food was ready.
“I’m too sober for this.” Polina sighed.
“I’ve got an extra hit if you want it.” Vanessa presented a tiny ziplog bag with a powder-filled pill.
“I’m not taking molly that you bought from some rando ginger kid in the parking lot!” Polina scoffed and sipped her water.
“I wasn’t gonna buy it from that dude with meth teeth!” Vanessa chugged the rest of her water bottle.
The Quad was packed. Strobe lights flashed in unison with each song, frenetically changing colors when the bass dropped. A cloud of sweat hovered over the dancing crowd. Flux Pavillion manned his turntables. He pumped his arms to direct the sea of people — jump higher.
“Gonna run to the bathroom.” Polina squinted suspiciously at her best friend.
“I’ll stay here!” Vanessa smiled innocently.
“Damn it, V.”
Vanessa was crowd surfing. She laughed and waved to Polina. A guy in a Gumby costume and a girl dressed in a wolf headdress with a furry bikini pulled her onstage. Polina stuffed her hands into her pockets, nodding and swaying with the music.
“What the hell?!”
Polina pulled a tiny ziploc bag out of her pocket. Vanessa must’ve dropped it into her pocket before she went to the bathroom. She glanced around, popped it, and drained the rest of her water bottle.
“V — the universe is giving me a hug!”
“Isn’t it beautiful, Pol?”
“Colors are even brighter. Everything is in focus.”
“I can feel my skin breathing…”
“Is it weird?”
“I never wanna eat.”
“If we had water gallon jugs, I could easily drink one right now.”
“Me too! Heat waves are rolling down my spine.”
“See? And you thought that ginger kid was sketchy.”
“I take back what I said. How did you know his shit was legit?”
“He lives with his grandma.”
“She finds high quality drugs for him…?”
“No, he said that she always tells him to do his best in everything he does, so he would never sell anything subpar.”
“God bless ginger kid’s grandma.”