Down With MeĀ ā Tori & Lena
Down With Me by X Ambassadors (x)
Are you down with me
See behind the doors Iām locking
Drinks keep dropping
Still get down with me
Get down with me
It was loud, she remembered, one of the only things she could recall of the night. As a sorority, it was expected of the Scarmory girls to host frequent parties, and Lena was never one to miss out on the opportunity to play up their guise with the heaviest liquor and newest pop songs ā even in the face of Tori, with her dislike for both. Though, despite her discontent, she attended every party wearing whatever immodest dress Lena had forced on her. She, as well as any of girls, understood the importance of dodging any suspicion, should it have presented itself. So, Tori made her effort to join the mix of sweaty dancers and stumbling drunks and sexually frustrated college students, who all alike shared in classes they would have to present themselves to in the early morning with raging hangovers. She supposed she would as well as Lena shoved an all too familiar plastic red cup into her hands, her own cheeks already flushed in drunkenness, or maybe it had been the dancing. Tori could never tell with her best friend, what with her already plenty eccentric personality.Ā
āGreat, isnāt it? This is awesome,ā Lena had yelled against the roar of crowd, a child-like grin on her face. She had always been the more wild of the pair.Ā
āRight,ā Tori countered, sipping modestly at her own drink, trying not to cringe at the sensation of a dancing crowd, pressing at her back with their bodies sticky with perspiration and alcohol. She had always been the less wild of the pair.
āCāmon, Tori. Have fun, let loose! You know you want to, Blondie ā your inner wild child is screaming at me to help her out, I can hear her,ā Lena teased, already wrapping her clammy hands over Toriās forearms, rocking them back and forth in an effort to get her dancing, though it more so resembled awkward rocking and moving. Or at least in comparison to those of her sisters and other mingling sorority girls, who swayed their hips in a way that nearly made the Ezror dizzy, like a swirling pattern of black and white in the dim lighting.Ā
What was more, was that Tori sensed a small pang of jealousy of them. They, who were apparently more feminine than herself in that moment, which no shorter dress could have mended. And maybe it was that that made her chug the cup of stale beer in her hand, but she did. And maybe it was that that urged her into joining Lena in dancing, but she did (and no matter the fact that her moves in no way compared to Lenaās, even drunk). And maybe it was that that finally allowed her to cut loose, but she did.Ā
The night had become a jumbled, garbled mess of memories ā of flashing lights, and endless dancing, and beer accompanied with poor judgement in the form of shots, of at least a dozen varieties. All the while, she stayed with Lena, and her friend with her as they laughed and drank and danced and laughed a little more. Then, it must have been three a.m. when flashing lights turned from pinks, greens and purples to reds and blues, and Tori happily took the repeated warning of uniformed officers and the excuse to turn in for the night.Ā
Even in the morning, when Tori found out just how much she regretted the night before, when her sobriety hit her like a bus, coupled with the ache and nausea in her body, she still remembered the fun of it. She would never let go in such a way again, Tori knew, but she still would not have gone back to change the night she realized as well (though the nausea did tempt her to).
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