4am demons

The 4am girl. She has drunk more than her boyfriend had budgeted and probably smoked something illegal. Six inch heels and the tight miniskirt were not prepared for this outcome. Her makeup is coming off. Her lipstick smeared on some dudes face... the dude she almost had sex with behind the urinals. She is screaming profanities at her boyfriend. Poor guy is almost giving up on her and the whole relationship; understandably so given she almost had sex with some stranger behind the urinals. She pukes violently. The boyfriend tries to hold her hair back and maybe save the two-month relationship in the process. Poor fellow is pushed away with more "F you's" and other insults constructed to demean his manhood.
"Where is my freaking phone?" She screams at everyone gathered outside the club's entrance to witness her drama. Taxi drivers laugh and shake their heads glad they didn't sire daughters. Boyfriend produces her latest infinix phone clad in a pink cover.
"Here it is babe..." He offers, hoping to be the hero that safely kept his babe's phone while she downed dry shots of whiskey and showing off obscene dance moves on top of their table a few minutes ago. He really should be angry with her utter disrespect to their relationship but he is Mr Nice guy. His kind gesture is welcomed with more insults this time extended to his family.
"Motherfucker!" She blasts. Boyfriend takes a few steps back as she swings her handbag at him much to the delight of the taxi drivers and onlookers. It is Monday, 4 am and she is as drunk as fish.
She suddenly breaks into laughter.
"Bitch!" She shoots the insult at boyfriend and bends down to puke again. She is sweating. Despite everything that is going on allover her face she is strikingly beautiful; perhaps too beautiful for the boyfriend. "Call me an uber you bitching son of a biatch!" She makes a poor attempt at kicking the boyfriend with her left leg, the only casualty being her miniskirt which tears along the slit exposing her sky-blue panties, and her perfect bum on which she lands. The drama has more audience: the campus praise and worship team headed for morning glory now casting pitiful and judging eyes at her. They shake their heads and thank God they are not sinful drunkards. Boyfriend is not sure of his next move. He hesitates. Grave mistake.
"We are done Collins! F you! We are done!" She laughs again and the laughter morphs into loud sobbing. "Don't leave me baby, I love you!" She raises her hands up like a baby. Boyfriend takes this as an invitation of truce and rushes to help his baby up.
"You piece of crap you have torn my skirt!" She cries as boyfriend tries to balance her weight on his shoulder. "Where is my jumper?"
"You left it in there..." Boyfriend whimpers. She is getting on his nerves.
"Go get my freaking jumper!" She is screaming again. Poor guy doesn't know whether to drop her back on the floor and go get the said jumper or do the same and walk out of this relationship. He is saved by a gang of three other equally drunk chics.
"Gai! Is that Shiko?" A tall girl staggers closer to the couple.
"Babe are you okay?" Another short girl joins the party.
"Collins what have you given her? You know Shiko doesn't drink makali!" Another tall chic reprimands the boyfriend. They are taking over this disaster. The 4 am girl pukes. Again.
"Gai!" The tall girl holds back her hair. "Bestie you will be okay..."
"I am fine! Leave me alone!" The girl spits out then wipes the vomit away with the back of her hand and off goes what remained of her maroon lipstick.
Music is still blasting from the club. 'Don't go am kujaing!' Sings king kaka.
"Woohoooo!" Screams our girl. "That's my jam! Let's go back bestie!"
"Where is your phone?" The short one asks. She really is too short.
"That motherfucker has it" Our girl burps out without even looking at boyfriend. The four girls stagger back to the club and poor fellow stands there. Lost. He has a C.A.T to sit in four hours.
"Bro are you okay?" It's a deep voice. It's some tall guy with dreadlocks. The guy who almost had sex with his girlfriend behind the urinals.