Satan Makes You Thirsty

Before I realized what hit me, I was sprinting towards the golden railed bathroom experiencing urging rises in my throat. The next thing I know girls with pink feather boas and velvet mini dresses are circling their hands and cotton candy nails on my back encouraging me to "let it all out". I heard one of them say, "I'm a nurse, don't worry!" Even in the condition I was in, I had to laugh at that one. Each girl who popped in the bathroom and unexpectedly saw me hunched over the sink had a personal technique that had worked wonders on them the previous weekend. They made me down sugar, some pink pills, sprite. Thank god my friends were there to censor what went in my mouth. The night had started off fine. We were sipping black cherry smirnoffs and watching the glides of girls who thrived on sexual attention. Then, one of our friends showed up with long island iced teas. Long Island Iced Teas are the devil. Two drinks. Carbonated vodka swirled with hints of whatever the hell is in long islands transformed my stomach into a heaving waterfall. Never again... Never again...