GENRE: Commercial Fiction
One dead boyfriend and a landslide of guilt is payoff for the only selfish decision I’ve ever made. Now I'm flirting with a full-blown defection from the principals of proper behaviour that has me scared shitless as this car races to the club. My roommates are fitting company for ditching good girl mode and even though Robbie and Jen are professional partiers, I’m still all jitters.
The demented cabbie pulls stunt driver maneuvers through Toronto’s congested core making the three of us slide all over the back seat. A pungent blend of dirty lake water, gasoline and street meat wafts through the rolled down windows as we whip down another side street. The closer we get to the club the tighter my stomach clenches.
“Tonight you’re going to ride your first wave,” Robbie whispers in my ear.
Ripples of excitement ease the knot in my gut and I’m hoping the car veers around another corner so I can squeeze up tight on Robbie again.
Flash. The inside of the cab explodes with light as Jen snaps photos while the cabbie curses her in some foreign language.
Robbie and Jen laugh, then me. It’s contagious and fueled by nerves.
Staring through floating spots I ask, “What do you mean, first wave?”
“Get over yourself girl, you know exactly what I mean.” Robbie flaunts a cheeky grin.
"It’s no big deal. Do you see us all freaked over a little hit of E?” Jen rolls her eyes.