“Come dance with me!” The young girl said, swaying her hips on the dance floor, clearly already intoxicated. “I won’t bite.”
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“Come dance with me!” The young girl said, swaying her hips on the dance floor, clearly already intoxicated. “I won’t bite.”
Sloane threw her head back, a wide grin plastered across her face. She was already drunk and had been since she’d stepped into the club, intent on having a good night even if it meant drinking away everything that had been bothering her as of late--her fight with Ace, the awkwardness with Nathan, her inability to crack King, her confusion on what was going on with Tanner, and the overall thought that this trip had been a very bad idea. So she’d started drinking on the way to Tunnel, cradling bottles of liquor in the back of the limo she’d rented for she and her friends, well past tipsy by the time they made it to the club. It wasn’t long before entering that she’d drawn in a stranger and was roped into dancing. Her back pressed to him, his arms wrapping around her, hands sliding along her bare thighs and up over her stomach where she’d let someone paint glow-in-the-dark Starry Night on her soon after she’d entered. When she opened her eyes, she was met with a familiar face. Ignoring the roaming hands of the man grinding against her, she beamed, yelling over the pounding music. “This was a great idea!”
King stood on a lounger; cast in shadows by the lights focused on the pool water. He watched with hazy eyes the glistening surface of the water and the smoke coiling up in long thin stripes from his cigarette. A half drunk bottle of beer rested next to his thigh. He gave up finishing it when he couldn’t take the stinging pain from his split-open bottom lip anymore. A dull ache throbbed on the left side of his face. He thought that if he came closer to the pool, he might be able to see the mean bruise on his jaw. Just thoughts, though. He was too relaxed and numb to care to go through with them. A sudden noise prickled his curiosity, enough for him to turn his head slightly in the direction of the sound. “Couldn’t sleep?”
Leaning his head forward he pressed a soft kiss to the blonde’s cheek before shutting the door behind her. It was still fairly early in the morning and he was trying to usher last night’s conquest out the door before he was caught, however when he turned to exit the kitchen he found that he was in fact not alone. “Is that coffee Irish?” Was all Tanner said before taking the cup out of their hands and taking a sip. “It is not.” Moving to the cabinets he looked for the Baileys he had hidden the other day. “You have failed me young Padawan.”
“These snapchat filters are getting insane...who wants to be a bee?”
“Oh--! Did you see that! Did you see that?”
“Pose just like that again, you looked glorious”
“Whose are these? Whose?” Bethany demanded, holding up the bag of pills she’d found in the kitchen cabinet. “No takers, hm? Down the toilet they go.”