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"I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own."
Audre Lorde
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Metisha

"Tisha love, are you angry with me? hmm?" The drunkard I am now currently leading into the restroom slurs, leaning heavily on me.

"Shut up, Jules. If you keep blabbing like that, you might end up..."

"BBBLLLAAARRRGGGHHH"

What the...

"Jules," I call calmly even though the last word in my dictionary is 'Calm' as I stare at my vomit-drenched body, "did you just release the content of your stomach on me?"

For a second, she actually looks guilty. That's until she starts laughing, "Y-ou l-l-ook s-o d-d-d-is-gus-ting." She manages to say in between her fits of laughter. Then all of a sudden stops laughing and rushes into the toilet to retch into the toilet bowl.

I move to her side to help her hold up her hair despite the fact that what I really wanted to do was dip her whole body into the toilet bowl and flush her away.

After all, what's her usefulness, when she's not drunk, she acts like a mom; an annoying mom and when she's drunk, she's a huge pain in the ass.

I notice that while I was busy planning her murder, she had finished vomiting. We both exit the toilet. Jules heads for the door, staggering but I quickly draw her back. "What do we do about my dress, idiot?"

To my surprise, she starts to laugh.. again.

If I kill this girl and put her body in the toilet, would anyone know I did it?

I am still thinking about what to do when I notice something peaking out of Jules' tube dress.

Could it be what I'm thinking it is?

In anticipation and joy of the probability that it might actually be, I stretch my hand to take the thingummy inside Jules' dress only to have my hand swatted. I give her a questioning look. In a whiny tone, she says, "You didn't allow me touch your boobs earlier, so you have no right to touch my boobs." And then, like a five year old, sticks out her tongue at me.

Dear Lord, help me. For I am about to lose my mind.

"Jules, I am not interested in those grape-sized things you call boobs. I only want to take out that thing that looks like a cellphone." Before she could blink an eye, I take out the silver thingamabob and voila, It's a cellphone!

Now I know Jesus truly loves me.

I hastily dial Jules' driver, Vincent's number and ask him to get a dress from Jules' maid and bring it to Meds'. I also tell him to come take his boss home. Margot and I still need to party some more while Jules, well, it's obvious the girl's wasted.

I check myself in the mirror one more time. Jules' cyan midi dress which would have stopped just above the knees had she been wearing it stops below mine. It fits me so well and I do not think I would return it back to her. That's the price she has to pay for vomiting all over me.

As I sniff myself to make sure I don't smell like vomit, a young woman comes in, looking at me weirdly as I continue to sniff myself.

What?

She's never seen someone sniff themselves before?

I leave the restroom after my thorough sniffing session. Then I remember...

Margot!

She must be worried sick by now. What kind of friend am I?

Hastily, I make my way to our table which is secluded from the crowd. I chose the table due to the fact that we were without bodyguards and I didn't want Margot to be disturbed in case her fans were also here.

I get to the table only to meet Margot's absence. Her purse is also gone. Had she gone with Jules when Vincent came to pick her up?

I don't think so. It's even likely she didn't see them.

I open my clutch and take out my cellphone. I am about to text her and ask her where she is when I notice that she sent me a text already which reads:

Sth came up..will see ya 2mao

I stare at the message, puzzled. What could have been so important that Margot had to leave?

She definitely has some real explanations to do when we see tomorrow. I pick up my clutch and head towards the club exit.

Don't feel like partying without my friends.

*****

"Are you two sure of what you are saying?" Maria asks for the umpteenth time.

I had tried to contact Margot earlier this morning to check on her and ask about whatever made her leave the club yesterday but it kept going to voicemail. I went to Jules' office and told her about the situation and she was also surprised. Margot might be other things but breaking a promise isn't one of them. Jules called Maria to ask if Margot's home but the manager said she thought she was with us.

And that was when we started to sense that something was definitely amiss.

Not sure what to do, both Jules and I went to her house together and met only Maria who said she had also been trying to contact her to no avail. We told her Margot left the party, saying something came up and even showed her the message which I had earlier shown Jules.

However, with all our explanations, she still doesn't seem to believe us.

"Maria, we are sure. We wouldn't be here if we are not." I fume. It's not only Maria that Margot matters to. She matters to us too.

Jules' cellphone starts to ring. She answers it and I watch as the expression of hope that was on her face before she picked up morphs into disappointment and sadness. She ends the call and faces both Maria and I. "That was one of my men I had called before coming here to go to Meds', the club we were at yesternight. "She adds for Maria's advantage. Then, taking a deep breath, she says, "The bouncer said he didn't see Margie exit the club yesternight. One of the barmen is nowhere to be found and the secret backdoor was met open this morning."

Then looking intently at us, with a scared expression, she tells us what we already know, "I think Margot's been kidnapped."

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Now they know Margot's missing!
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