"Oh," she says, before bursting out cackling with a snort that sounds exactly like a little pig.
I laugh harder, and the two of us, completely drunk, laugh so hard we fall over onto the carpeted floor.
I push my hair back, feeling the glitter stick to my forehead. "Okay, okay," I gasp, reaching for my phone. "Siri, call Chandler."
Cici slaps my shoulder, still snorting. "Chandelier! Siri call Chandelier! Hahaha!"
Siri replies, confirming the request, but the two of us hear nothing but our own ridiculous laughter. I tap the screen to activate the call. A dialing screen appears or at least I think it is.
Cici grabs my phone, leans in, and shouts, "Chandelier!" before instantly covering her mouth and collapsing into fresh gales of laughter.
I'm beyond wasted now, lying on the couch, shaking with laughter. The bass from the speakers vibrates through the cushions and into my bones.
"Come come join us," Cici slurs into the phone. "It's so much fun."
