It was a humid and sticky day when Mohini and Gunia landed in Delhi. Looking around Indira Gandhi International Airport, the two of them twiddled with their cell phones, waiting impatiently for someone at arrivals.
The two nearly dropped their phones with the sheer force of a hurricane running into them.
Ritchelle: OH. MY. GOD! YOU GUYS WE FINALLY - HOLY CRAP IS THAT A STRAY DOG IN THE AIRPORT?!
The three girls shared a hug and took in their surroundings, crinkling their nose at the weird smell that filled their nose.
Gunia: Okay ladies, so I've just spoken to Shikha. She'll be bringing Pooja to some McDonalds, no idea where is it. She's arranged for a car to take us to Chandigarh by road to meet them, so we can enjoy a bit of sightseeing too.
Mohini: Now isn't that fabulous? Oooh, lets take a selfie by that flag!
The three of them rush to take a selfie by a flag of India on the occasion of the Independence Day of India, and proceed to the car waiting for them.
Ritchelle: Lord, I cannot believe that we're finally here! This totally calls for a celebration!
Mohini: Well, Ritch, we are going for a celebration of sorts
Gunia: Meh, that's going to be boring. Who's interested in a stupid party at McDonalds with streamers and what not? Where's the fun without some alcohol!
Ritchelle: Ah, Gun. Did you think I'd travel overseas without spending money on some good old duty free alcohol?
Saying this, Ritchelle pulls out a bottle of coconut rum and bourbon.
Ritchelle: And now ladies, we start the celebration!
Gunia and Ritchelle each took a swig from their bottles and high fived, while Mohini laughed and admired the scenery.
Mohini: RUKOOO! STOP THE CAR!
Ritchelle: Mo, what's the matter?
Mohini: That's a cow crossing the road on its own! Isn't it so cool? Let me go and take a selfie!
With this, Mohini ran out of the car to take a selfie with said cow. Gunia just chuckled to herself, as she downed another swig from the bottle of bourbon.
Many hours, selfies, and two empty bottles of alcohol later, the three ladies reached the outlet of McDonalds where they were to meet Shikha, who was bringing Pooja, the birthday girl, along with her. The rest of the buzzers though, such as Radz, Aish, Kalpana, Jot, Gur, Shreya, Saraa, Fatty, and the others were seated in the quaint little restaurant.
While Mohini rushed in and hugged the rest of the buzzers, Gunia found the nearest table and proceeded to lay her head down on it, as she was this close to throwing up from the lack of food and excess of alcohol. Ritchelle, on the other hand, was screaming at the staff of McDonalds.
Ritchelle: How DIRTY is this place? We're throwing our friend a party, and there's mud on your doorstep, grime on your door, and food wrappers on the tables? IS THIS WHAT WE PAID YOU FOR?
Mohini, shaking her head in exasperation, dragged Ritchelle away from the hapless manager and forced her to gulp down some cold water, in an attempt to sober her down.
Saraa: Oooh look, Pooja's here! Don the caps everyone!
The Buzzers rushed to don the caps and streamers, each holding a toy from a Happy Meal in their hand, as Shikha pushed Pooja inside the restaurant.
Buzzers: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, POOJA!
Pooja looked around appreciatively, and hugged everyone, till she reached Gunia. Unfortunately, the alcohol and jet lag had gotten to her, and she had dozed off on one of the tables. Harrumphing in annoyance, Pooja looked around for the only missing buzzer.
Pooja: I love this party, thank you guys! I can't believe you're using all of the streamers and stuff from Gun's birthday! Wait. Where's Ritch though? Why is she not here to wish me?
Shikha: Can you hear someone screaming in the background? Yeah, that's Ritch.
Pooja and Mohini rushed to the source of the sound, only to find a drunk Ritchelle pointing and yelling at the manager for the poor quality of the Happy Meal toys. Mohini dragged her out, and woke up a grumpy and very drunk Gunia.
Mohini: Oh come ON guys, we're in India! Lets take a selfie!
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