Natalie's Nighttime Issues

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Still planning to continue it!

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This is kind of fun

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Chapter Five - May 1, 2017

'Hey girllll . . . drinks tonite? Gotta celebrate our first long shift!'

Natalie sighed. She wasn't a hermit. She liked people - really, she did. Not in a perfunctory way, either - she genuinely enjoyed her time with patients each week, she genuinely liked Tracy, and she genuinely wouldn't mind meeting some new people. But she also genuinely wanted to remain flopped on her couch in her gym shorts, ideally watching something on Netflix and recovering from a long day while enduring the embarrassment of her headgear in splendid isolation.

Besides, drinking had always been a dangerous trigger for her - her bladder was skittish at the best of times, and introducing any kind of diuretic often served as the straw that broke the camel's back. She'd learned that the hard way when as a seventeen-year-old she and her friend Kayleigh had stolen a bottle of her dad's whiskey. The evening had ended with a drenched pair of jeans and frantic protestations to Kayleigh (who, to be fair, was in no position to remember much of anything) that this had never happened before. Ever since then, she'd been wary of drinking too much. She'd even worn Goodnites to several sorority mixers (and needed them more than she cared to admit).  

She had just lifted her finger to text Tracy with a polite refusal when another message flashed the screen.

'My friend Jamal will be there . . . he's cuuuute.'

Well, one or two couldn't hurt, right?

Twenty minutes later, Natalie had finished applying her makeup and getting dressed (sans Goodnite). She wore a cute, gauzy, baby-blue blouse and a pair of belted skinny jeans over a black thong. She'd never thought of herself as a particularly girly girl, but she had to admit that dressing up always felt nice. She'd spent so much time earlier in her life worrying about whether her Pampers were visible or making her butt poof out that she had to take full advantage of any pants/underwear combo that allowed her to show off her diaper-free behind. Admittedly, most twenty-three year olds weren't worried about advertising that they'd successfully completed potty training, but Natalie wasn't letting that bother her.

It was a quick Uber ride to the bar, and Natalie hopped out to see Tracy sitting with two men on a busy patio under an umbrella. She recognized one of them as Tracy's boyfriend Brian, which meant the other must be Jamal. Tall, dark, and handsome, Natalie thought, Tracy knows how to pick 'em.

"Hey, babe!" Tracy exclaimed, seeing her friend walk up, "we've been waiting for you." She put her arm around Brian and nodded at Jamal. "Someone is very excited to meet you." She laughed, and Natalie cast Jamal a shy glance. He smiled back and stuck out his hand, which she shook as demurely as possible. "There ya go," Tracy continued, "now why don't we get this party started?"

Tracy's idea of a party seemed to involve a constant stream of vodka and cranberry juices. Natalie slow-played things initially by nursing her first drink for an hour, but after that her willpower started to fade. It's been forever, she thought, and you're an adult. You deserve to have a few drinks from time to time. And Jamal proved to be quite charming, enough so for her to ignore the alarm bells going off at the back of her mind. He worked in the city as an engineer; he'd played basketball in high school and still liked to play with his friends on weekends; he volunteered at an animal shelter (she'd practically begged him to steal her a puppy). They both liked Game of Thrones and '90s rock. They played a game of cornhole against Tracy and Brian, and despite Natalie not sinking a single beanbag they almost won.

Four drinks in, however, the world started to spin a bit, and Tracy, noticing her friend's growing loopiness, decided enough was enough. "Whoa, there, tiny dancer," she said, as Natalie attempted a pirouette and landed in Jamal's lap, "it might be bedtime for those of us who weigh under a hundred pounds." Natalie just giggled, and Jamal laughed with her. Tracy, undeterred, signaled for the bill. "I'll catch you tomorrow, Bri - lemme get this one home." Brian nodded, and after Natalie and Jamal said their goodbyes (she gave him an appropriately-chaste peck on the cheek) the two nurses called an Uber.

"Why don't you stay at my place tonight?" Tracy asked. "I'm a little worried about you making it upstairs to your apartment right now." The same alarm bells from before sounded dimly somewhere in Natalie's subconscious, but instead of objecting she simply turned to her friend and stuck out her tongue. "I'll take that as a yes."

The inside of Tracy's apartment was an eclectic mix of design styles - there were orange chairs, a sleek black couch, and a frumpy king-size bed. Exhausted, Natalie pulled off her jeans and blouse and curled up under the covers in just her thong and an oversized t-shirt Tracy had tossed her. Standing, it went down to her knees - she figured it provided plenty of protection for her modesty. Within minutes, she was asleep.

When she woke, it was still dark, and someone was poking her. "Babe . . . Nat . .  . wake up, girl." 

She whimpered. Her head hurt. And as the fog of sleep began to lift she realized with horror that both her thong and the backside of Tracy's old t-shirt were thoroughly soaked.

 

 

 

 

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I really hope this story continues.

 

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