The party was supposed to start at 9pm from the invitation that Payton got—it was a house party—but the girls got there by 11pm because Payton didn't want them to look like a bunch of losers going early to a party. So they spent that evening changing and unchanging into outfits that they thought made them look good enough. All outfit approval was done by Payton since the party was her idea and Beverly might try to look less "slutty" if she let her wear whatever she wanted.
Dressed up in a six-inches heels, a short white baseball skirt, her hair in a high ponytail, Beverly tugged on her black leather crop top that pressed against her bosom in an uncomfortable way. Sensing her frustration, Payton frowned and said, "Leave your boobs, they look fine."
Still tugging on them, Beverly signed deeply, "Ugh! easy for you to say, I feel like my nipples will fall out any moment from now. Don't even get me started on this skirt, if I bend a little, my ass will be all anyone will be talking about in there."
Payton chuckled and said, "Atleast you'll get some attention for it, that's what I was going for when I insisted you wear that." then she held Beverly hands, signalling her to stop while she walked in front of her. She stopped, turned around and asked, "Are you sure that my butt looks good in this skirt? Not the good girl type of good, but the slutty good"
Knowing exactly how vain her friend was, Beverly saw this coming, so she rolled her eyes and asked, "Is that what you were going for?" Fully aware that that was what Payton was going for.
Payton dramatically threw her hands up and said, "Uh, duhh?! Why would I bother to wear this short bodycon skirt if I didn't want anyone to stare at my butt and think I'm hot enough to bang?"
Beverly looked at her friend's outfit again and said, "Well, with all that, if I wear a guy, I would."
The comment made Payton excited but she immediately thought of how decent Beverly was as a girl, and she said, "Hmm, that depends on the kind of guy you'd be—"
"Pay, you look hot enough for other hot guys to want to bang you." Beverly said reassuringly.
Payton giggled. "Good. Oh, and by the way, the purpose of this party is to get you drunk and wasted, don't be a fucking prude. You look hot, you should feel hot, okay?"
Even though Beverly did not feel comfortable, she knew Payton was right, she needed to loosen up a bit and enjoy her last night in this city with her best friend.
When the girls walked into the apartment, Payton turned to Beverly and smiled, the guys she saw in the apartment were the exact kind of guys she hoped would come. They were attractive by her standards and she knew the night would not be boring after all. Beverly could tell that this party was going to be crazy because of the kind of refreshments being served, but the guys there also looked attractive to her. In a normal day, she knew these kinds of guys would not look at her twice. Grant, she was beautiful but she was also a seventy-percent introvert. But today—with the way the eyes of the guys moved all over her body—she felt like a hot goddess and she decided that she would not be awkward.
"Let's go get some drinks" Payton said, but she thought that the drinks would loosen Beverly up a bit.
When they got to the drink stand, Beverly looked at the drinks and yelled, "I already don't trust the drinks" into Payton's face. The music was too loud that they had to speak in loud voices.
Payton shot her a disapproving look and said, "That's why it's a party. Look, drink whatever you feel comfortable with and just, I don't know, socialize!"
"Pay, don't worry, I won't be a prude."
"Fingers crossed." She saw a guy she has had a crush on walk into the apartment and then she turned to Beverly and said, "This is my first stop. Enjoy yourself bitch!"
Beverly smiled and went on to help herself to some drinks that she thought looked better compared to others. She stood looking at the drinks for what seemed like ten minutes before making up her mind but that's all it took for him to go over to her.
The lighting in the apartment changed and it was no longer bright enough for anyone to really make out anyone's face very well.
"I wouldn't drink that if I were you." His deep voice rang in her ears, startling her because he was so close to her but she also felt shivers down her spine because she hadn't heard such a deep, compelling, soothing and attractive voice in a long time.
Without looking over her shoulder, she asked, "What would you drink then?"
"I'm more of a social smoker, than a drinker."
She chuckled and then finally turned to face him and said, "I'd rather someone who knows his drinks give me their opinion." but she let out a tiny gasp as soon as saw him. Even with the horrible dim lights, she knew this man was hot. She did not like people who smoked because she hated what smoke did to her hear but she did not mind the thick cloud of smoke that came out of his mouth towards her face and hair. She took a deep breath and relaxed till the most cleared from between them.
He was perfect. His face was perfect. How eyes held such powerful gaze that she got lost in them. As her eyes went down his lips, she imagined what he could do with them, she was willing to find out. Her eyes wandered down to his chest that was open because the shirt he wore could not hold them in. The first four buttons were undone—it was a fashion choice. Before her eyes went down, he moved close to her and said, "Want something better than these drinks?"
Her eyes widened. Was he talking about...? She thought.
He must have known her mind had gone far because he said, "I've got some things that will make you feel better than the drinks would have. And the effect comes faster than you'd expect."
Drugs! Oh my God, he is about to give me drugs! He's one of the pill poppers! How could I not have known?! She thought, her mind was spiralling out of control.
"Only if you're interested though"