Page 23 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“Those are neon yellow lights shaped like bananas.”

“Yeah, but a monkey wouldn’t know that. Now are you gonna drink your slushy or not?”

She shook her head.

“Then no slushy for you,” said the bartender. “Slushies are only for the ice luge.”

“Really?”

The bartender nodded. “You can have a glass of banana juice, though.”

“Fine,” said Ash.

“Make it ten,” I added.

“Ten?” asked Ash. “I like banana juice, but I don’t need that much.”

“For the table.” Kind of. Honestly I kind of hoped Ash would drink all ten. Or at the very least three, since that was apparently how many it took to get her to start sucking on penis-shaped objects.

We grabbed the two trays of drinks and went back to the table.

Ash downed her entire banana juice the second we sat down.

There we go.

“God this stuff is so good,” she said. “I can’t believe I never knew about it until tonight.” She took another swig. “Oh, look! Someone’s on stage!”

A girl in a safari outfit tapped on a mic a few times.

“G’day, babes. Welcome to the Banana Party!” she said in an Australian accent.

“Wahoo!” I cheered along with at least thirty other girls. Maybe forty. This was a big ass Banana Party.

“Before we begin, there are two simple rules. First, touch the wildlife at your own risk. And second…do not, under any circumstances, ring this gong.” She pointed at a big gong in the center of the stage. “If you fail to follow these rules, Banana Party LLC is not liable for whatever might happen. Any questions?” She didn’t wait for anyone to answer. “Great!”

Oooh! I knew exactly what the first warning meant. But I’d never heard of a forbidden gong at a Banana Party. My mind started running wild with all the sexy punishments I could receive for hitting that gong. I was 100% going to hit it now. How could I not? I loved doing things I wasn’t supposed to do.

“Our signature banana splits will be served later in the evening,” she continued. “You can place your orders now using the tablets at each table.” She walked over to the DJ booth and put one headphone to her ear. “Finally, let me remind you that this is a ladies only event, and your phones have all been taken for safe keeping… So what happens at the Banana Party stays at the Banana Party. Now let’s dance!!!”

Music started blaring through the speakers as girls rushed to the dance floor.

> “Banana splits?!” yelled Ash. “Yes! I freaking love bananas.” She picked up a tablet and it slipped out of her hands, but she didn’t seem to notice. “And I love you. All of you.” She waved around the table. “You’re my ride or die bitches.”

Wow. That banana juice really hits her fast.

“Do you think she’s okay to have more banana juice?” I whispered to Esme.

“If they’re full strength, probably not. I had a feeling she wasn’t gonna handle her liquor well so I tried to water them down some. But she was downing those things. She probably had the equivalent of two full drinks on the plane.”

And she’d already downed one here. Which meant this was her fourth. I tried to take it from her, but she pulled it out of my reach.

“Hey! Get your own!”

Gladly. I took a big gulp of banana juice. I could see why she loved it so much. Of all the alcohol I’d had, it went down the smoothest. Hardly burned at all.

“These banana splits are gonna be epic,” said Ash. “Did I mention how much I love bananas? Ooooh! What kind are you gonna order?”

“Hmm…” I picked up my tablet and looked at the options.

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