OCTOBER 20TH2020…
Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded…
I whined my hips to the infectious beat of Pop Smoke’s "Welcome to the Party," surrounded by my friends, who I called sisters. The lounge at Fells Point, Moby Dick’s, was filled to the brim with people celebrating the night away. We were marking a bittersweet occasion—my last night of freedom before stepping into a new life. My ceremony was imminent, and soon I would become the wife of Sin, the son of our realm's president.
“Get your life!” my friend Jinx shouted over the loud music.
“Damn shorty, I see you,” a tall man with locs commented as he sauntered past the bar, his eyes lingering on me. I winked at him, feeling the thrill of the night. I had enjoyed my fair share of human men before my arranged marriage to the leader’s son. The thought of leaving this wild, carefree life behind made me dance more seductively. Our love for the human world was so strong that we even kept a small house on the outskirts of Baltimore City.
The man with locs slid his arm around my waist, and I playfully threw it back on him, feeling the rhythm take over.
“Eboenia!” Blair called out, tugging on my shirt with urgency.
“I’m having fun!” I replied.
She leaned in, her voice a whisper in my ear, “You’ll be a wife tomorrow. This isn’t good.”
Jinx pulled Blair away. “Let her get it all out!” she insisted.
I continued to lose myself in the music, dancing like it was my last chance. As the song ended, the man with locs pulled me aside. “Can I get your number?” he asked, phone in hand.
“We don’t have phones where I’m from. Besides, I’m getting married,” I told him with a shrug.
“Oh damn, my bad,” he said, retreating into the crowd.
Jinx approached with a mischievous grin, playfully tapping me on the ass. “Whew, you’ve been acting crazy tonight, and I love it!” she shouted, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Don’t encourage her; she could be punished for letting a human touch her,” Blair cautioned. She was like the mother of the group, but it made sense since she was the oldest at twenty-seven years old.
“Who would know?” I asked.
“You know how Sin is; he’ll have a whole army come here to spy on you!” Blair replied, concern etched on her face.
My sisters in spirit were Lune, Blair, and Jinx. Lune was pregnant though and unable to join us. Blair stood tall, her light skin smooth as silk, her sandy brown coily hair framing her facelike a halo. She wore jeans, a sweater, and heeled boots. Jinx and I shared curvier figures. Her almond-colored skin, bold bald head adorned with intricate markings, and deep black eyes made her a captivating presence. Her freckles formed a phoenix across her face, and she wore a short leather skirt with a long-sleeve top that tied in the middle, revealing just enough cleavage, paired with black heels.
As for me, I stood five feet tall, my skin a rich shade of melted milk chocolate. My long locs cascaded down to my hips, and my stormy gray eyes sparkled like stars. Tribal designs covered my body, resembling an intricate maze, and my nature-green pointed nails shimmered under the lounge’s lights, dusted with gold. I had a nice, juicy ass, voluptuous hips, and lovely titties. To keep it simple, I wore a tight-fitting dress that stopped just below my buttocks, paired with gold and brown platform shoes. Nude knee-highs with earth-tone flower trimmings ascended my thighs—we were true baddies, commanding attention wherever we went.
“One more drink and then we can leave,” I told them, feeling the night’s energy coursing through me. I sauntered over to the bar, and with a flick of my wrist, a gold wand adorned with black rose designs materialized in my hand. I whispered a low chant, a secret language my mother had taught me, and the wand glowed, freezing everyone inside the bar. I was a fairy from a world called Charmden, a realm whose origins trace back over a billion years. We began as tiny shimmering orbs, gathering magical elements from earth, air, water, and fire—a fire that was not deadly to us back then. Over time, we morphed into human-like forms and sprouted wings.
I glided into the bar area, passing the bartenders frozen mid-action, their hands paused in the act of serving drinks. Icrafted our cocktails, pouring tequila on the rocks and adding a sprinkle of crushed berries, which gave the drinks a red tint like cranberry juice. These berries were infused with a potent liquor from our world, strong enough to knock out a grizzly bear after just a few sips.
“Ladies, here are your drinks. Don’t forget to leave your tip!” I laughed, handing them their glasses.
“Here’s a tip for you, next time give me a bigger glass,” Jinx quipped, taking her drink from the bar counter.
“I’ve had enough, Eboenia, but I appreciate the hospitality,” Blair said with a smile.
“Well, that’s two drinks for me!” I declared, raising my glass. I twirled my wand again, unfreezing the scene, and the club sprang back to life as my wand vanished.
“Don’t you just love having an advantage in this realm? We can do whatever we want,” I bragged, savoring the cocktail.
“Yes, I love it. I sort of feel sorry for the humans, though, who have to work and pay bills,” Jinx mused.
I downed one of the drinks in five seconds flat. I was the wild party girl, a badass if you want to be technical. Why did I have to be chosen to be the leader’s son’s wife?
