Ungirl

They sipped slowly from champagne plastic cups. Giggles and "Girl, if that was me..." followed every other question. Dolled up faces and skin tight jeans. No club admission, maybe some action after, if he texts back. They enjoy the night as strangers pass by. You don't belong but you're there because she sees you as an adult now. No longer her shadow, you are almost her equal. You smile at what you can't relate to and dare not to disclose that of which you can. You sit legs crossed at the ankles sipping slowly on your Deer Park water on the rocks.