“All I have to say is your boob was hanging out one window, and Matt’s booty was hanging out the other!”
“What?! I don’t remember that! Are you shitting me?”
The margarita pitcher made the rounds as the four women surrounded the patio table, talking with and over each other. As the night floated down to fall gracefully on them in cooling breezes, twinkling stars, and persistent mosquitos, they dwelled in the luminescence of being together.
Anna, a stickler for telling it like it is, grinned and held up her hands. “I swear it on my Grandmama’s Virgin Mary statue collection! I thought that poor lady was going to swerve into oncoming traffic when she glanced your way and saw your tit hanging out the limo, practically poking its way into her minivan!” She brushed her long, coal black hair over one shoulder, then circled one tit with both hands and pretended to lean over and point it at Vivian, who bent over the side of her chair, laughing like she had no bones left in her tequila soaked body.
“Did Aaron say anything?” Lulu tried to keep a modicum of composure as she inquired after her boyfriend’s level of attentiveness, but she couldn’t quite hide the sly smile that hid at the corners of her lips.
“Your boyfriend was as sloshed as you were, dear,” Vivian gasped, still clutching her side from her giggling fit. “He probably couldn’t tell the difference between Matt’s bum and your boob! Man, that was the best birthday idea ever, Lu. I have to do wine tasting for mine next year!”
“Not to mention the fifteen bottles of wine she came home with from everyone…That couldn’t possibly be a factor.” Cristina took a long draw of her margarita, wincing as the icy coldness pierced her temples.
“Oh! Brain freeze! That’s karma for ya!” Anna raised her cup in salute across the table to Cristina. “Personally, I felt more sorry for the old guy that Matt mooned. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time!”
Wrinkling her nose at the thought, Cristina grabbed the margarita pitcher and made her way inside to freshen it up with the next batch.
“What I want to know is, where the heck did Ben go with that super old chick? One minute he’s spouting off about the ‘complex backbone’ of the red they were sipping, and then next minute they were gone! Left their glasses full and everything!” Lulu, who loved gossip and would love her own personal edition of US Weekly with articles dishing on everyone she knows, looked to Vivian for the down-low. Viv’s brother Ben had a habit of disappearing with women old enough to be his mom.
Vivian grimaced. “Ugh, the outhouse. He said there was no indoor bathroom at that winery so he had to improvise!”
Peals of laughter erupted all around the table.
To be continued...
Author's Note: Stay with me folks. This is a fun scene that I want to continue tomorrow. I can't keep staying up till midnight every night to do this, so I'm cutting myself off tonight.
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