Wonder Woman tomorrow.â Cree boasted.
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The night didnât end. We decided to party hop. We watched a burlesque show, only to walk out of the room and find a wrestling match going on, which we watched. As we were heading to the first party, we got a text from Jason, telling us to meet him at the Hyatt for a room party that was going on. We headed over to find the suite filled with black people. A DJ was playing hip-hop while people were dancing in their costumes. Some were dressed up as Nick Fury and Jackie Brown, and others were dressed in typical white character costumes. That was another thing I loved about Dragon Con: you could be whoever you wanted to be. We found Jason and Carlos standing against a wall, talking to two girls dressed like Halle Berryâs Catwoman. Carlos introduced us, but the two girls were obviously threatened by us and decided to walk away.
âHow did you find this party?â Nia asked, just as surprised by it as I was. We had seen other black people at the convention, but never in a big group.
âThat guy over there dressed like Flavor Flav gave us a flyer for it. Where the hell have yâall been?â Carlos took sip of his drink. We couldnât help but giggle.
âItâs a long story.â Nia smiled.
âUm, excuse me,â Cree said, then turned around to talk to a guy dressed as Afro Samurai who was standing behind her. âWould you like to dance?â
âWould I? Hell yeah, letâs get it,â the guy said. We watched Cree disappear onto the dance floor.
âSo how about it, Los? Wanna dance with me?â I held my hand out to Carlos.
âSee, you lesbians donât know that I am supposed to hold my hand out. Come on, girl. Let me show you how to twirk it out.â
Nia and Jason followed us, and we all ended up dancing together. Before we knew it, the DJ was playing the Wobble, and we were in a giant costumed Wobble dance line. I felt amazing. I never danced when I went to clubs with my friends at home. I honestly hated going to clubs, period. Even though the music was the same as what I heard at clubs at home, this was different. I was with people just like me. I was surrounded by all types of people who, like me, were professionals in their everyday lives. But for one weekend we could let our geek flag fly without judgment. It was liberating.
Tired after the second line dance, I took a seat on a couch in a corner. I watched my friends, who were now dancing to a song I wasnât familiar with. Ursulaâs voice entered my head, completely drowning out the music. I could hear her calling me beautiful over and over again. My mind started to get the best of me. She couldnât have been flirting with me. She was obviously just being nice. I tried to shake the feeling I had. There was no need for me to let my imagination run away with me. Ursula was a huge star and an icon, and I was just a girl dressed in a costume.
âHey, girlie. You ready to head to the next party?â Cree said as she wiped the sweat from her brow.
I couldnât shake the feeling, but I knew I was just being a crazy fangirl. I headed with my friends to the next party, where we partied until five in the morning.
Chapter 5
I couldnât remember how I got into my bed. I sat up, but the massive headache quickly knocked me back down on my pillow. I could hear someone in the bathroom. I squinted my eyes when I saw Nia dragging her body out of the bathroom.
âWhat the hell did I drink?â she whined as she climbed back in bed.
âIf you figure it out, tell me. I need aspirin,â I mumbled.
The hotel door swung open, and Cree walked in, wearing yoga clothes and holding a yoga mat. She had a coffee holder in the other hand.
âRise and shine, ladies. Itâs a big day!â
Nia and I both growled at her.
âHow are you up right now? You drank just as much as I did,â Nia declared and threw the covers over her