Edie brushed Frida's hair and pulled out a straighter from behind her. A whole week had gone by since Frida's messy break-up with the Stig and Edie thought that a night out on the town would cheer her up. Ever since the Stig incident, Max had become closer to the girls, visiting them as often as he could and he even kicked the Stig out of his apartment. He had also made good friends with various numbers of celebrities, probably because of their similarity in drug choice, the common thread that kept them together. He had been going to glamorous parties in the city where people wore designer dresses and drank martinis. It was all very modern and Max somehow fitted the part perfectly. Max burst through the bedroom door hollering greetings to the room. Edie clamped the straighter down to Frida's ear causing her to cry out in pain and swear loudly.
"Shit Max!" exclaimed Edie patting Frida on the back, "You not supposed to be here to take us till later. Or are we late? Please say no"
"No," he replied, "what's wrong with a certain Max wanting to see his best buddies before he takes them out. To a really good party, might I add."
"Cool..." said Frida wincing in pain.
"Max sweetpea, can you please pick a dress for Frida?" asked Edie straightening the last of Frida's kinks.
Max tilted his head at Edie with a sarcastic expression on his face.
"Do I look gay to you?"
"You're wearing black skinny jeans" sang out Frida from behind a magazine.
"So? The chicks dig it" he replied, pulling out a short, low-cut sequined cocktail dress. "I like this one"
"Uh no" said Frida and went back to reading her magazine.
"C'mon Frida!" pleaded Edie "It's a famous party! We have to dress slutty!"
Frida looked up at Edie and sighed.
Three hours later and the girls and Max were standing on the sidewalk waiting to be let into a club that had been rented out for a party. Frida had been forced into the silver, sequin number and Edie was wearing a short, black lacey dress. They waited in the cold for about 30 minutes. None of them had thought about bringing coats and the idea only occurred to Frida when they were in the car on their way.
"Max, are you actually on this 'list' you speak of?" asked Edie, tired of standing.
"Yes, I am certain" he replied and at that precise moment, the large group of people in front shifted into the club, revealing a large security guard.
"Name?" he grunted, looking down at his clipboard.
"Uh, Max Henderson" he said, trying to get a peek at the list.
"You're not on the list"
"WHAT?!" Max shouted.
"Aha, just kidding, come right through" chuckled the security guard.
Max breathed a sigh of relief and guided the girls into the club.
"They're with me" he said to the security guard.
"I've always wanted to do that" he said, smirking at the girls.
As soon as Edie stepped into the room she was greeted by thick smoke and flashing lights. There were people dancing on tables and running around everywhere, screaming with laughter. They clasped martinis in their hands as they laughed and giggled at jokes, looking glamorous. The music playing was not anything modern, to Edie’s surprise, but actually something that sounded like it was from 60’s.
“I like it here” she mentioned to Frida who was spinning around trying to look at as much as she could. She was soaking up her surroundings, staring up at the ceiling and she tripped, narrowly missing falling into a couple making out. She straightened her dress and continued walking, looking around to see if anyone had saw her. She put her head down and kept on marching forward through the crowds.
It was quite embarrassing, tripping up in front of a club full of people. She has halfway across the Dancefloor before she realized she didn’t know where she was going. She was in the middle of a sea of people, being pushed around with the beat of the music. She squeezed her way through an opening in the crowd to the edge of the Dancefloor. She looked around for Edie and Max but they were nowhere in sight. By this point, she had started to freak out slightly. She spotted a group of people on a lounge that wrapped around a small coffee table. They were huddled over the table so tightly that Frida couldn’t see what was going on. Someone at the table looked up and caught Frida’s eye. It was Paul. Frida’s eyes lit up and a wide grin stretched across her face. It was so good to find someone she knew. She hurried over to the group behind a glass half-wall.
“Paul!” she squealed, jumping into his arms.
“Oh hey Frida, what are you doing here?” he replied, inviting her to take a seat next to him.
“I came with Max. What are you doing here?” she said sitting down at the table. At this viewpoint she could now see what was on the table. A couple of small plastic bags full of a fine white powder were sitting on the table next to a silver blade and a straw-like mechanism.
“Well, I am the one that got Max here. Oh, by the way this is Noel, Kate, Danny and Binki” said Paul, gesturing to the four other people at the table. Noel was pale and had bright blonde hair with a blue fringe. He opened the packet and poured the powder onto a piece of card and starting chopping it up with the blade. He looked up at Frida and nodded. He had light blue eyes, like crystals. Kate patted down her black, 60’s style bob and waved. Danny was very tan and had messy brown hair that was splayed in front of his face. He was leaning far back in his chair staring at the ceiling. He was obviously on something. Frida turned to the last member of the group, Binki. Binki was excitable and loud. She jumped up off the seat, startling Danny and kissed Frida on both her cheeks.
“It’s so nice to meet you! Paul has told us so much about you and Edie!” she gushed, pushing her fairy floss-pink hair behind her ears.
Binki had skin like porcelain and shoulder length pink hair shined even though there was hardly any light. Frida knew who Binki was even though she had never actually met her before. Binki was the front woman of a notorious post-punk band called The Syringes. She was incredibly famous and her band had been on the cover of NME several times and apparently on a mutual break.
“Oh my god!” stammered Frida, overwhelmed by the presence of a superstar, “I can’t believe it’s you! I thought when Max said ‘famous people’ he meant the washed up stars of Home and Away. Eek! Edie and I listen to your music all the time!”
Binki chortled and sat down.
“How do you know Paul?” asked Frida, who had managed to calm down enough so that her words were audible.
“Oh, well, since the ‘break-up’ of my band, the paparazzi have been going mental and Paul here saved me from them once and he’s been helping me ever since.”
Binki bent down and snorted a line of cocaine. She yelped a bit then wiped her nose, sniffling loudly.
“Want some?” she asked Frida, pushing the tiny lines of powder in Frida’s direction.
“Sure, I mean I’ve been having a pretty shitty couple of weeks, what difference is this going to make?” she replied leaning over.
The cocaine was like rocket fuel. Everything slowed down or sped up, Frida couldn’t tell. She was overtaken by energy. She jumped on couch, laughing and squealing with delight. It was like being a little kid. She had nothing to worry about. She ran out to the Dancefloor and started dancing like a maniac. Paul, Binki and Kate laughed at her but then came and joined her. Sweat was dripping down Frida’s face as she swung her hair around and attempted to crump. Usually people would have stopped and stared at her, whispering behind her back but here they danced with her and looked after her. She was appreciated and for once in Frida’s life, she felt like she belonged. This is where she fitted in, in the underground mod party scene.
Meanwhile, Edie and Max were looking for Frida. Edie was panicking. Frida was like her sister and she couldn’t find her anywhere. They had checked the toilets, the bar and the little lounge areas around the Dancefloor. There was only one place left to look and that was the Dancefloor. Edie had originally dismissed that thought as soon as it appeared in her mind. Frida hated dancing more than anything. She would always stay firmly away from the masses of dancing people but with no where else to look, it was the last hope. Edie pushed a drunken girl out of the way and there was Frida, in the middle of the Dancefloor. A circle of people had formed around her, clapping her on as she waved her arms about like a pretzel and danced. Edie chuckled and turned to report her findings back to Max but Max was busy having an intense conversation with a slightly chubby woman with red curly hair.
“I found Frida” said Edie to Max, pointing at the group of people surrounding her.
“Excellent,” he replied, “Edie, this is Meg. She has something for us.”
“Ooh! I simply adore surprises!” she giggled and grabbed Max’s hand.
Max and Edie followed Meg into a room that ran off from the main function room. It had silver cushioned walls with a single couch in the middle of the room. In the corner was a small coffee table with a black handbag sitting on it. On the couch was a guy who looked up impatiently at Meg.
“Yes, I know Tom, I’m coming.” She said to him. She opened up her handbag and pulled out a syringe. She walked over to Tom who turned around. Meg pulled down the back of his jeans and stabbed him with the syringe. He sighed with relief and jumped up. He then ran from the room cheering and disappeared out the door.
“Now you guys want the same, yeah?” she said with a thick London accent.
“Speed, uh, I guess so” murmured Edie.
“Don’t be nervous, it’s great!” said Max skipping forward and voluntarily pulled down the back of his black skinny jeans. Meg pulled out a clean syringe and stabbed into his butt.
A few minutes later, Max and Edie were running around the room with there arms out like aeroplanes. The feeling was great. Warm, happy energy rushed through Edie’s body. She felt like she could do anything. She never wanted this feeling to end. Her and Max broke out of the confinement of the room and joined Frida who was still dancing away like a lunatic. All three of them danced all night until they felt like their legs would fall off and that was the point where Paul dragged them into a cab home.
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