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to do a weird dance in the center of the walkway.
    “Hey, bitch!” Missy waved to those around her. “Call me.”
    I trailed behind her and Amber who tried her best to keep Missy in line and get her to the bathroom. The scene was like watching a car crash. She left the wreckage of spilled drinks and dirty looks in her wake. Missy had a reputation for showing up places and causing chaos. And now I had first-hand experience.
    “Can you help me get her in here?” Amber grunted as she pulled Missy toward the bathroom.
    “Who me?” I pointed at myself.
    “Uh. Yea h, ” Amber snapped.
    “Oh. Okay.” I rushed forward and pushed as Amber pulled.
    “I’ll wait out here.” Brendan said as we dragged Missy inside the ladies room.
    “Oh my god. Is that—“
    “Yes it’s me, bitches!” Missy laugh-yelled at the pair of girls washing their hands. She kicked off her shoes.  “Ah. That’s better.”
    She sighed in relief. “I’m gonna take a pis s, ” she said as she marched off toward a stall.
    It wasn’t long bef ore the two girls had their smartphones out ready to capture whatever Missy was going to do next.  Amber ran up to them, interceding before a pic could be snapped.
    “Hey,” she said forcing a smile. “Can you guys not do that?”
    “Do what?” The taller of the two girls batted her long lashes innocently. “I’m just trying to see if I have a signal.”
    Amber put her hands on her hips. “I’m not dumb. I know what you’re doing. Don’t take any pictures.”
    “We’re not taking picture s, ” the short redhead said.
    “I can totally see you have your camera app open in the mirror.” She pointed behind them.
    “Cra p, ” the redhead muttered.
    “Her e, ” Amber huffed as she fished through her clutch. “Here’s a hundred bucks. Get out.”
    She handed a bill to each girl. They eyed the money then pocketed it and left.
    “Is anyone else in here?” Amber called.
    “Yeah. Is ennyone in here?” Missy repeated. “Because I think I have to poop.” Her laughter was cut short by a loud burp.
    “Ugh. Every tim e, ” Amber muttered to herself as she crouched low and went down the length of the room checking for feet. She stood up and straightened out her bright blue dress. “Your name’s Dia, right?” she asked, looking at me.
    “Yes. I’m Dia. Dia Summers.”
    “Yeah. Great. Dia Summers.” Amber’s tone was dry. “Do you think you can watch the door? No one needs to come in here until Missy gets her shit together.”
    “No problem.” I gave her a quick nod and hurried over to the door just as it pushed open.
    “Hey, you can’t come in here!” I pushed it, shutting it on the girl entering.
    The girl on the other side pushed the door open a fraction. “Says who? This is my sister’s party.” Reagan Bixby’s face appeared in the crack of the door.
    I backed away from the door to allow Reagan inside. She stopped in front of me, looking me up and down.
    “Ugh. You.” She rolled her brown eyes.
    “Hi, Reagan.” I smiled, giving her a small wave.
    “Ugh.” She walked past me.
    “What’s going on in here, Rae?” Taylor peeked her head inside the room, the rest of her followed shortly after. “Ew. What’s that smell?” She pinched her nose.
    “ME!” Missy sang from her stall.
    “Is that Missy?” Reagan frowned.
    “Y-y-yes, bitch.” Missy’s hiccup echoed in the room.
    Reagan marched toward the stalls with Taylor behind her.
    “Why are you here?” she yelled with her hands on her hips. “BB took your name off the guest list weeks ago.”
    A toilet flushed. The door to Missy’s stall opened and she sashayed out.
    “Is Barbie still upset about that little thing with Paolo? I’ll tell you like I told her; I fell and his lips broke my fall. I almost DIED,” Missy slurred on her way to the sinks.
    “What a slut,” Taylor mumbled.
    “Takes one to know one. Love your new nose by the way, Taylor,” Missy smirked.
    Taylor’s hand shot up to her face,