What a Night! – Friday Fictioneers

Hey!  It’s still Wednesday night.  I’ve just returned from my week in the sun in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic.  While waiting for my flight, the airport had WiFi so I though I’d check out Rochelle’s email for Friday Fictioneers.  Would you lookit that?  My picture!  And, as we know, Rochelle always titles her F.F. post with Friday’s date which just so happens to by my birthday.  Double special, wouldn’t you agree?  Do you think our hostess knew that?  She must have magical powers, I tell ya.  Okay, okay, I’ll shut up now and leave you with my version!

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©Me!

She painfully pried open her leftover make-up encrusted eyes.  Someone had surely shit in her mouth overnight; it was like paste.

What the hell happened here? She picked up the arm lying over her chest and moved it aside while untangling their legs and dragged herself, clothes askew, off the couch.  What a mess!  The detritus of last night’s party was everywhere.

After the shouts of “Surprise!” there was laughter and dancing and food and booze.   All of her friends had come to celebrate her birthday.

Last thing she remembered was…

Rum.

And Paolo.

She never could resist that combination…