The After Party
I gagged on the word, trying to settle my stomach as my friend emptied hers. She was crying, splattering cosmo-pink bile onto both of our shoes whenever she managed to heave instead of sob.
“I thou- I thought he LIKED me!” She moaned at the street corner. Most of the disgusting pink liquid was oozing towards the drain, thank god.
“Never did like cosmos,” I mumbled. Before I had grabbed hold of her hair, she had managed to vomit in it. Her hair dye was running off onto my fingers.
She vomited some more. I was starting to transition from disgusted to impressed. I didn’t think it was possible to house so much liquor in one body.
“Oh god,” She gurgled. “Oh god, oh god…”
The last time I said those words was too long ago. I handed her my arm and we stumbled towards the parking lot.