"Hey Janet. Gee, thanks for waiting up for me!" said Michelle sarcastically, as she caught up to Janet on the dance floor.
"Oh great, you again!" cried Justin and Michelle at the same time as they saw each other.
"Huh?" said JC, confused.
"Janet, what is he doing here?!" asked Michelle angrily.
"What's going on?! Y'all know each other already?!" asked the now clueless JC.
"I guess you could say that," Justin replied grimly.
"I thought you were dragging me down here just to meet JC!" yelled Michelle.
"Would somebody please clue me in on what's going on?!" cried JC impatiently.
"Look, little miss bathroom woman over there -"
"I have a name, thank you very much! And it's NOT little miss bathroom woman, damnit!" interrupted Michelle as Justin was trying to speak.
"Ugh! Fine, whatever. Anyways, back to what I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted," continued Justin, using emphasis on 'rudely'. "Me and that WOMAN over there got into a little fight after she purposely knocked me over on the dance floor while I was minding my own business!"
"That's bullshit!" yelled Michelle. "First of all, I did not purposely knock your sorry ass over, and secondly, quit referring to me as 'the woman' or 'the bathroom woman' damnit! I Have a freaking name! Try using it!"
"Well, maybe if you would tell me your freaking name, I just might use it!" Justin yelled back.
"Whoa, whoa! Calm down you two, before you get us all kicked out of here!" cried JC.
"He's right. Y'all better settle this outside or something!" Janet joined in.
"No thank you! I just wanna go home now. And to think I actually had a crush on a jerk like you!" yelled Michelle. But as soon as those words had left her mouth, she immediately began to blush uncontrollably. Her eyes grew wide in shock at what she had just blurted out for all the club to hear, including Justin himself. She just stood there, frozen, speechless, unable to move.
"You what?!" asked Justin in a much calmer yet surprised tone.
"I, um... uh...I, I think I'm gonna be sick..." was all that Michelle could blabber out before she ran as quickly as she could towards the bathroom, covering her mouth with her hand as she ran.
"Excuse me," said Janet as she ran after Michelle towards the bathroom.
******
"Michelle, are you alright?" asked Janet as she entered the bathroom stall Michelle was in.
"Oh God, I don't feel so-" she cut off as she hung over the toilet and began barfing some more.
"Michelle, just how wasted were you planning on getting tonight?" asked Janet.
"Ugh, I'm not sure. All I remember is getting about 3 or 4 drinks..." replied Michelle. "No wait, 4 and 1/2..." she continued to trail on.
"Damn woman! No wonder you're so drunk! Come on, we better get you cleaned up," said Janet as she helped pull MIchelle off the floor and towards the sink.
*******
"OK, just what the hell happened between you and her?!" asked JC.
"To put it in simple terms, we got into a stupid little fight, OK?" answered Justin.
"Didn't seem so little to me out there!" JC cried.
"Fine, call it whatever you like. All I know is that I won't be hitting on any more girls at clubs for a long time," said Justin. JC just started to laugh. "What's so funny?" Justin asked.
"Nothing. Never mind," JC responded. He then spotted Janet dragging Michelle over towards him and Justin.
"Hey," Janet said as she and Michelle reached JC and Justin sitting at a table.
"Hey. Are you OK now Michelle?" asked JC.
"I'll live," Michelle responded sluggishly.
"Aw, damnit," muttered Justin.
"Ugh, dumbass," Michelle muttered back.
"Who you calling dumbass?!" asked Justin as he began to stand up to face Michelle.
"Who do you think, blondie boy?!" Michelle asked back, now face to face with Justin.
"Oh yeah! Well, you're the dumber dumbass!" yelled back Justin.
"Oh God, not again," mumbled Janet.
"Oh yeah! Well, you're the double dumber dumbass!" Michelle yelled back.
"Oh really?! Well, you're th-" he cut off as he came to realize that what Michelle had said made no sense at all to him. "Wait, what the hell is a double dumber dumbass?" asked Justin, confused. After about five seconds of what seemed like pondering, Michelle and Justin began to crack up hysterically. They were laughing so hard that their faces almost turned purple and Justin's hair almost got even poofier.
"Um, are you two OK?!" JC interrupted as they continued to cackle like hyenas. After what seemed like an hour, they finally got control of themselves and began apologizing.
"Look, I'm sorry about knocking you over and then hitting on you," said Justin apologetically.
"And I'm sorry for calling you a peroxide infected, ghetto black thug wannabe, ebonic-talking, brillo-headed bimbo," Michelle replied back humbly.
Janet just started to laugh. "You actually called him all that?!" asked Janet, who was now laughing even harder.
"Way to go Michelle!" cried JC who was now laughing right along with Janet.
"Hey, I resent that," Justin said, now frowning.
"Aw, I'm sowie, did we hit a soft spot on our lil Justy-poo?" asked Michelle, as if she were 'coochy-cooing' a little baby. Justin just shot her a stern look. "Ooh! Someone's a lil touchy! Did somebody not have time to eat their cereal this morning?" continued Michelle. By now, JC and Janet were the ones cracking up hysterically while Justin sat there pouting and Michelle tried to swallow her laughter.
"You know, this isn't very funny!" Justin pouted.
"OK, OK, I'll stop! I've had my fun," Michelle said reluctantly. Justin gave her a relieved look.
"Well, I hate to ruin all the fun, but we better get going now. It's getting kinda late," said Janet as she looked down at her watch.
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