I put some light makeup on, an off-shoulder crop top, leather pants, and high heels. I booked a car service and made my way into the bar. I saw Sarah standing in front of the bar with two of her other friends waiting for me. I paid the driver and got out. They all turned to look at me and they howled in excitement.
"You dressed up really good!" one of her friends complimented me.
"What do you expect? Her mom works in the fashion industry and she gets all the clothes sent in for her. She is a very stylish alcoholic." Sarah teased.
We all laughed. I am an alcoholic. I like drinking, and I have a very high alcohol tolerance, so they just thought it would be funny to simply call me an alcoholic.
"Whatever. My feet hurt from these heels. Let's go find a place to sit down." I urged.
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