The Last Act(Margarita and a Good Book)

The night started with a straight shot. No chasers, nothing to dilute the after taste of rum, nothing to settle the burning of her throat after the straight shot. The quick shot of burning liquid was actually a relief after a hard day's work, it allowed her to finally relax. Being a Broadway actress was not easy, not nearly as easy as swallowing a straight shot, but work was a burden she enjoyed. Another day's performance had gone without flaw, only to be followed by another flawless performance that night. Perfection had it's price, however...it left her exhausted at the end of the day. Her performance was not perfect to her, though the show had received high reviews and she was it's highlight. Though critics raved about her specifically, she found flaws in her "perfect" performance. Her voice was not as strong as she hoped, her voice didn't hit the exact same note as it did the night before and in things like that, she found flaws. Such minor flaws caused her stress because she was a perfectionist, seeking to become flawless. Her success had offered her a lofty apartment in Harlem...and plenty bottles of rums and wines that eased her mind after the curtains closed and everyone went home. When she was alone, she was able to relax, think, and drink because no one was watching by...she was no longer on s
The cell phone rang, but she didn't bother to see who it was. It was Friday night and she was expected to go to clubs, or to dinner with men who wanted to date her success, or spend time with "friends" who didn't really care for her before she made it as an actress. But it didn't bother her...She was going to do what she loved by herself.
She uncorked a bottle of vintage wine and decided tonight would be a good night. A text message came from an old boyfriend who said he was around the way, who wanted to come apologize to her face, but the message was erased...a moment after it came. She had no use of him...she had her friend Chardonnay. She could have Chardonnay everyday to keep her company if she needed. So why would she need a man from the past who had hurt her? Told her his dream was sooner to become a reality then hers...the man who tore through her reality and left her with nothing but a dream. Dreams of becoming a Broadway actress, while his reality consisted of being unable to afford seeing her shows...sanitation didn't pay that good.
The glass of wine left her slightly inebriated, but it was merely a prequel to her fun. The highlight of her night was yet to come. She turned on her music and Drake serenaded her as she got herself ready.
The phone rang again as she got her chilled glass from the freezer. It was her model boytoy, asking if he could come play, but he would have to wait. "Maybe Sunday", she responded before she hung up the phone. For now, she had a lone date with a chilled glass.
The rim had frosted cinnamon and sugar...it was her own creation, her own variation of a margarita. Her favorite fruit were raspberries, so she used Chambord to create her special drink. Another message beeped, but she had already forgotten her phone as she delicately added the fundamental base for her margarita...Jose Cuervo Black Medallion. The margarita glass was filled to the rim and placed carefully on a coaster before she picked up her phone.
Another nuisance to her night, another man who wanted to be part of her plans...He was met by another subtle rejection. Only man she wanted to hear from that night was Drake and he wasn't going to call...so she turned her phone off. He still sang tho.
She took a sip from the chilled glass and laughed...it tasted so good to her. She fcorgot about the minor stress and re-became the best. She was the best on Broadway, the best actress, best girlfriend, best in bed...simply the best. "Best I ever had" came on so she hopped up and danced, moving so fast that she spilled the liquid in the chilled glass on her hand. She paused for a second and licked it off her hand. Why let good liquor go to waste?
Her voice sounded better to her then Dranks as she sang, her body moved in a more seductive then that of a snakes...all while she drank. Not another drop spilled from the chilled glass and not a man could glance as she danced, BUTT ASS NAKED. It was her loft in the sky and no eyes could see the beauty that she was...naked and somewhat drunk, dancing around...not giving a fuck. She was the best in her world and she was alone.
Before she knew it, the margarita was done...so she made another one. She turned off the music, however, all the moving around made her want to lay down. Another sip was taken and she wanted to cry. This one was even better then the last! It tasted perfect. Now...she wanted to read and drink. She grabbed the first book she saw and went to her room. She lit a few candles to better set the mood and then laid down in bed.
A devilish grin crossed her lips as she finally noticed what she had picked. Zane. Why not? She was alone and closer to drunk then she was before, but didn't want the company of the men who called...or texted. Now, she just wanted sex. After all, she wasn't perfect, just a human perfectionist. The book would due.
Her large, luminous eyes soaked in every word, just as her full lips parted and sipped her margarita. Soon, her skin felt hot as if being naked could not keep her cool enough. She wanted to be wet...she needed water on her. Another margarita was down and the book had sufficed for it's time, but now she wanted a bath.
She moved from her bed and put on a robe. The water was turned on and a bubble bath would soon ensue. First...one more margarita. A margarita and perhaps the boytoy to satisfy her current want to play, but she didn't want to wait.
Another sip was taken that calmed her and she yawned. But her buzzer rang and she jumped, sending the liquor to splash against here hand and chest...only half of it was left. She cursed and stood, staring vehemently at the camera that showed who interrupted her world. She licked her lips and took another sip, her devilish grin reappearing. The camera had given her a grand sight.
Not an ex boyfriend or the next, not even a boytoy...but a man. Dark skinned, neatly trimmed...stunning in a word. Her best friend. She couldn't remember why he had come, nor did she remember if she had invited him or not, but she didn't care...he stood right there. She buzzed him in and unlocked the door, not because she was horny...but because he was her best friend. She stayed on the top floor which meant it would him longer then she wanted to wait, but he was worth it. And the surprised he had for him, he deserved it. After all, he was a good man...stunning in a word. He never doubted her dream and supported her until it became reality, but never once did his personality change. He was a good man indeed and tonight...
She would show him how good she could be...The best indeed.
Sweet Dreams