Hope's Chance(10)

I interrupted her. “Don’t talk like that Rylee. You sound like a whore.” I didn’t mean it rudely and she knew I didn’t. She had only been with one person and that ended last month. Since then all she could talk about was being single this summer to “experience new things”.

We drove in silence for a few more minutes before pulling over to a local bar that was in the middle of nowhere. If you didn’t live in the area, you would never find it.

The Cedar Shack Bar sat off the road. It was a popular local hangout. During the day it was a restaurant, but at night it converted to a bar. I grabbed Rylee by the arm, before she could climb out of her car. “Wait! We can’t get in there. It is after eight.”

“Do you really think I wouldn’t come prepared?” She said as she handed a small card that resembled a drivers license.

I looked down and noticed the picture sort of resembled me. We definitely had the same features. “Where did you get this?”

“Duh, Hope sometimes I wonder where your head is. My sister is home from college for the summer. I gave her money on spring break to buy one of her friends I.D.’s. It is yours. Consider it a graduation present.”

I looked down at the Maryland driver’s license again. “It say’s my name is Julie Stanton.”

“Well you better be getting that dress off Jules, so we can get to dancing.” She said sarcastically. “And if anyone asks, my name is Kara.”

Kara was her older sister, only by three years, but she was twenty one.

As I slipped out of the top dress, I immediately felt my cheeks becoming red. I had no clue how I was going to make it in this place. Rylee handed me the heels and I watched as she double checked her lip gloss in the mirror.

I stood up and grabbed my small clutch purse. “So how do I look?”

“Totally do-able.”

I rolled my eyes and followed behind her as we headed to the door. I had never walked in heels, and I found it hard to walk in them on a gravel parking lot. When we reached the front door, I was so happy I hadn’t broke an ankle getting there. I straightened out my dress and handed the bouncer my I.D.

He looked at it for only a second, before turning all of his attention to my dress. He started at my face, but made a beeline for my tits and finally my legs. “Where have you been all my life gorgeous?”

“Maryland!” I blurted out as Rylee pulled me inside.

“Holy shit Hope, he was totally hitting on you.”

I looked around the bar. It was filled with people both young and old. The Deejay was already playing some kind of hip hop music but nobody was dancing yet. It was still light outside, and I had heard that bars didn’t get busy until later on.

“Come on let’s get drinks.” Rylee said as she pulled me toward the bar. We found a corner where nobody was sitting at and she waved down a bartender.

“Hey ladies, what can I get ya?” He asked.

He appeared to be in his twenties and gave Rylee a big smile as she leaned in to give him her order. “We will take four shots of Jager.”

I smacked her in the side. “I wanted a soda.”

“Lighten up princess. If you want to puss out, I will drink the shots myself.”

She stuck a twenty on the bar while she watched him making the drinks. Another man gave him an order while he was filling ours. When he slid the shots in our direction he pushed the twenty back to Rylee. “These are taken care of already.” He said while nudging his head to the man who had spoken to him just seconds ago.

I watched Rylee looking the guy over. She stared right into his eyes as she downed the first shot. “He is kinda cute don’t you think?”

“I guess. How old do you think he is?”

She grabbed the second shot and licked her lips before she downed it. “He can’t be older than twenty five. Are you going to drink those?” She pointed to the last two shots.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed one. When that awful taste hit my mouth I wanted to gag. Knowing we were in a bar full of adults, I manage to regain composure quickly. Rylee had a big smile on her face. “Now do the other one and follow me.” She ordered.

I hated the first one, but the second one wasn’t as horrible. Possibly the shock of the taste was over with. As I swallowed the last shot, I watched as she made her way over to the guy that had bought her a shot. The guy seemed normal enough. He was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of khakis. He smiled as we approached and pulled out a chair for her to sit. I looked around the room and spotted the ladies room, finally hoping for a quiet moment to reassess what the hell I was doing here in the first place.

I signaled to Rylee where I was going and she smiled at me before giving the new guy all of her attention. I pushed past a group of people mingling and made my way to the bathroom. When I got in there, the liquor was burning in my chest. I leaned over the sink and looked at myself in the mirror.

It had felt like Rylee put all kinds of makeup on me, but I really wasn’t wearing much. She had made my eyes look more enhanced and my hair had settled down from the heat, making it look a lot more relaxed. It was the dress that I couldn’t stand. It was so tight against my skin, and I never thought of myself as fat, but my curves were so enhanced. I was used to wearing free flowing summer dresses that did nothing for a figure.

By the time I made it out of the bathroom, the dance floor had filled up. I looked in the center and noticed Rylee grinding all over her new friend. I rolled my eyes and made my way through the people dancing. Since she was my ride I had to at least appease her. The guy handed me a beer, and I noticed they each had one for themselves. I hated the taste of beer, but after the two shots I managed to drink half the bottle before the first song finished.