Best Friends_(12)

“Are you sure about this?”

“Totally, it’s paid for with cover charge, and it’s the only way to get the full Kaotyk experience!”

“What if I don’t want the full Kayotyk experience?”

“Ugh! It’s THE ONLY WAY TO GET INTO KAYOTYK”

Impatient with our debate, The Bouncer gave us the take-it-or-leave-it look. Nervously, I dry-swallowed the purple pill and we were admitted (after opening our mouths and wiggling our tongue for The Bouncer).

I’m Kayla, the nervous-wreck-unsure-about-all-this-Kayotyk-virgin. The person insisting I take the purple drug and get inside is my bff Haylie. Despite being attached at the hip, she’s apparently been here before. Let me get some more info out before this drug kicks in. I have no idea what it’s going to do to me.

Looks-wise Haylie and I are complete opposites. Haylie is tall for a woman (about 5’9”) with ash blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, a narrow oval face, slender with towering legs. Caribbean-sea blue eyes top off her physique. Of the two of us, Haylie’s sense of humor is often considered dark or vulgar; while I’m more of a find-the-humor-in-everyday-life girl. We’re both 24, born on July 29th around 6:40am. No we are not twins, neither do we share parents. Standing at 5’4, with an athletic/toned build you can see what I mean by opposites when you see us side-by-side. Emerald green eyes set in a roundish face, framed by naturally fire-engine red hair completes my physical description.

As striking a contrast between our looks, you’ll also find in our intellect. Previously mentioned is the differing humor, but Haylie is also a greater risk-taker then myself (which helps explain her previously having been at Kayotyk). Haylie is a leader, she doesn’t care what people think of her dress, her actions, her speech. I’ll do what I want to do, when I want to do it, with whom I want to do it, how I want to do it, where I want to do it; is Haylie’s personal motto. With such a strong personality you can understand when I say that she didn’t have an easy childhood. Any parent would consider this type of child to be difficult, if not impossible to deal with. I’ve always been the quieter, softer-spoken of us. I allow Haylie to have her spotlight, and stay by her side when she needs someone to clean up the messes she makes. I spot her when she wants to go flirt with some guy, or girl for that matter. I doubt there’s anything Haylie wouldn’t do… I follow her along, and really it’s been good for me having Haylie, I would never have done half the things I have were it not for her. I wouldn’t have the friends I do, although I suspect some of them only put up with me because of Haylie, but I don’t care. I have Haylie, and Haylie has me.

“Kayla, check out this club!”

“It’s very impressive Haylie.”

“Wait until you see all of it dude!”

“What’s there to see besides lights, and bodies packed so tight you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins?”

“Not much.” Haylie lets loose a burst of laughter, letting her head loll enjoying the moment.

“What’s so special about this place Haylie?”

“Just wait a couple more minutes Kayla, you’re too impatient.”

Trying to work our way through the throbbing mass of limbs to a bar was quite a workout. Not to mention the heat radiating from the tightly packed people. There wasn’t a place you could stand where you wouldn’t be forced to grind against another person – this couldn’t be legal.
“HAYLIE! You made it back!” A booming voice from the bar announced our arrival. Leaving me puzzled how my bff was so well known here.

“You know it Eddie!