I turn back to my reflection. “Shut up.”
He laughs, slumping down in the folding chair next to mine. “Real talk. How much more body glitter do you reckon I can get away with?”
“None. Buy a bottle of baby oil like the rest of us.”
“Why do you thinkTwilightgot so big, man?” He insists. “Girls love this shit.”
There’s a muffled scream from the club floor. I can hear people stamping and shouting over the thudding house music.
“What’s the crowd like today?” I ask, reaching for some hair gel. “Sounds excited.”
“We’ve got five hen dos. Apparently security has already had to yank a couple girls off the stage. They decided to put on their own bicurious show for the club.”
“Jesus.” I run my fingers through my hair, slicking it back so it won’t fall in my face while I’m dancing.
My phone buzzes on my dressing table, and I glance across at it. My little sister, Lucy, just sent me a photo message. I swipe to open it, and am confronted with a picture of my giant extended family crowded around my parents’ dinner table. Everybody is there: all of my siblings, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents. My mum is sitting at the head of the table, smiling widely. A birthday cake is set in front of her, decorated with lit candles.
Lucy follows up the picture with a text.
L: Help. She’s making us watch all the family baby videos again.
L: U were a hideous toddler omg
L: You look like a brown shrek
I snort, tapping back a reply.
C: did mum get my flowers okay?
There’s a long pause.
L: She sent them back :(
L: told the delivery guy she didn’t want them
I rub the back of my neck, heat climbing up my face. Seriously? She’s that disgusted with me, she won’t even accept a bunch of damn flowers?
C: she defiantly thinks they’ll give her herpes
L: oh, defiantly
C: piss off. definitely
L: Wish you were here :(
L: R u working tonight
L: Pls give Hunky Harry my number, I am literally begging you
L: i will do ANYTHING for that man
C: no
C: its for your own good, hes a nitemare
C: Shows starting, ive got 2 go
C tell mum happy bday from me