“O-other Girl,” I said, blushing like an anime character, “I’m not sure if I want to do a Jager Bomb.”
“Relax,” Other Girl says, and slips on a Native American war bonnet. “You must learn to live like our patron party saint, Ke$ha. Otherwise you’ll be another stuck-up, party-pooping bitch on Tumblr like the rest of ‘em.”
“Y-you can’t do that!” I cry, pointing at her headband. “Th-that’s cultural appropriation!”
“Shhhh,” she shushes me, putting a finger to my lips. “Just remember what the good scribe said, sugartits.”
I give a sigh. “YOLO,” I say, as I take the shot.
And then she kisses me.
It was the most magical night of my life.