50 rupee adventures

It had been the usual beach party scene, maybe a bit more commercial.

Anyway, it had rained and the cops came so after an hour of the stalemate between the party-people and the police she bailed to bed.

Her phone buzzed against her dehydrated cheek. She jolted awake.

Kevin: Come to the afterparty. Hibiscus. (3:15 am)
            Change of location. Sun and sea. (10.09 am)

She groaned, smiled and rolled out of bed.

Fucking hangover. It made everything harder but she managed a shower and a slick of eyeliner.

"Oi Kevin, I'm in Peacock." her voice gravelled down the phone.

She lifted the curtain and squinted through the window. There was a rainbow in the distance.

"I'm just with my business partner now and sometimes he's going to get something to eat. I'll come pick you up and we can go meet him", she could hear him grinning. "Man, last night was so cracked out, I haven't even slept yet you know! Even the afterparty is fully packed, sick beats"

She giggled, getting a buzz from his excitement.

She put on a dress, blew her reflection a kiss and dashed downstairs.

He was waiting on a sofa. They started laughing when they saw each other.

"Yo dude, what the fuck happened last night?", they high-fived.

"Yeah I know man! Some fucked up scene man. So after the police left, some people busted out the drums and everybody was dancing in the rain you know, like some cracked out shit. Then, sometimes everybody moved the afterparty to Sun and Sea, everybody's dancing, getting fully cracked out! I haven't even slept yet!". Kevin was snickering and bopping to a beat in his head while he talked.

"Aww man, let's check it out! But I'm so hungry..", she clutched her belly.

"Ah yeah. Come let's go!"

She searched her pocket and pulled out a note.

"50 rupees?"

He pulled out a 50 rupee note too. They cackled and started making their way.

They tumbled and jostled down the road busting jokes until they reached the door of the rotti shop. They toppled into their chairs. Kevin's business partner was sitting with some other guy and they were half way through eating.

"Two egg rottis, two plain. Some dhaal curry and fish curry. Thank you, ayya" Kevin said to the rotti shop man.

They half listened as the business partner rambled on about some plan involving giving skills to rural children.

"Mmhmm..." they alternately mumbled between mouthfuls. They washed the rotti's down with a coke and busted out of the joint.

"Fuck that was tasty. Let's go party, whats the time?"

"11:30. Hey, you know, we didn't even pay, say thank you or good bye". He raised his eyebrows and his mouth was filling with laughter.

She looked at him and they busted up.

"Come on man, the sun is killing me", she punched his shoulder and they bowled down the road.

When they rocked up to the party, they scanned the scene, making sure they were a team.

She made sure they always had a cigarette, he made sure they always had a joint and the whole time they bounced around to random deep house.

"Fucking cracked out man!"