"No, last time you did my makeup you stabbed me in the eye with the eyeliner pen"
Ellie pouted.
"It won't happen again, we don't even have to use eyeliner"
I couldn't do makeup, I tried but failed every time. I was used to using mascara and that was it. But it was our first night going out and I knew that when ellie didn't try and stab my eye out she was rather good at makeup.
"Fine, but no eyeliner"
***
We were ready, I was wearing a tight black dress which sparkled in the light, and ellie wore a red one similar to mine, except hers was strapless. I checked myself in the mirror, and In all honesty Ellie had done a good job, the eyeliner was symmetrical and the bright red lip accentuated it perfectly.
Walking down the stairs in these stilettos was extremely hard, so hard that I dismissed the pair of gawking eyes.
"Fuck Owens, you do clean up nicely" he said.
"Gee thanks, I thought you had plans"
"I do have plans, but doesn't mean I can't drop you there first"
Me and ellie were going to get a taxi and split the price.
"Fine, ellie hurry up!" I shouted up to her, eager to get going.
My voice seemingly summoned her, she walked down the stairs as carefully as I had in her gold heels. Checking herself in the body length mirror at the bottom.
"You look hot let's go" I said
***
Elias had dropped us off after a short car drive of him humming to songs from his playlist while he tapped his steering wheel.
The club/bar/place was reasonably busy, with people near to drunk sat or dancing. We walked in and went straight to the bar, we weren't wasting time, time to abuse these free drinks.
"Could we get 2 margaritas please"
The bar tender looked at ellie, then nodded.
He prepared the drinks and then took out the card machine to pay. We used Elias's number and started the count of how many drinks we could ingest before passing out.
*2 margaritas and 4 martinis later*
Ellie was dancing with some random guy who was definitely a couple decades older than her at least, and I was trying to avoid the eye contact of this guy who had unsubtly been staring at me for most of the duration. Ellie begun to dance back over to me as the music started a new song, we ordered 6 or was it 8 shots and split them, then went to dance.
Cheap thrills was playing as we moved our hips in sync, ellie put her hands on my waist. Only they weren't Ellie's as I realised the grip was surprisingly hard.
I turned to see the guy who'd been staring at me. Surprise. Surprise.
"Tu es si chaud"
*your so hot*
"Yeah no sorry" I picked his hands off my body and shoved him away. I was quite drunk now, my head spun from those 3 or 4 shots.
I went to grab ellie, but she wasn't there, she wasn't in the bathroom, or at the bar. Realising the creepy guy wasn't in sight either, I walked outside, spotting a group of men, (around 3) surrounding a lady in a red dress, ellie.
"Ellie, our taxis here" I lied, trying to scare them away.
"I'm coming, I need to go our taxis here"
She turned to leave, and one of the guys grabbed her wrist. Yeah no that wasn't happening, I was close enough to ellie now.
"Take me phone, call Elias, tell him to pick us up" I said passing my phone to her outstretched hand.
with that, I kicked as hard as I could into the guys crotch who was holding ellie. The creepy guy who muttered french nonsense to me earlier. He went down, groaning in pain, satisfaction ran through me.
"Toi bitch" he said. I was too focused on him to see one of his friends came to me and hit me across the face.
I stumbled back, landing on my arse. If it wasn't for the alcohol I'd still be standing. Fuck it hurt, the guy had a ring on, and I could swear I felt the wet drip of blood down my cheek.
"Cal!" Ellie screamed.
"I'm fine let's go" I scrambled up and grabbed her arm. Pulling her back into the bar with me, somewhere public was probably the best option for us right now.
"He's on his way, he said he was close anyway said he should be here any minute"
Great. I hated feeling like the damsel in distress, I could handle myself, but maybe not against 3 men, and plus we were quite drunk.
"Why did you even go outside with them El"
"I went with one of them and then they were waiting outside. And it got bad"
The door to the bar/club/place flew opened, and in stepped a flustered Elias. He saw us straight away.
"Where the fuck are they" he said
"It's fine we're fine, can we just go" my words slurred.
Elias locked his eyes on mine, and then on my cheek. He stepped up to me and placed his hands on either side of my face, careful not to touch the cut.
"Who did that to you"
He looked like he almost cared. What is happening.
"Can we just go"
"Who the fuck did that to you Calista"
This was the first time he used my name properly and the way it rolled of his tongue laced in his french accent just awoke my butterflies.
"The guys outside" I giggled. I had just been harassed and slapped and now I was sat here, blood trickling done my face, giggling. God I'd hit rock bottom.
His fist hit the bar table, and I could feel the vibrations through the wood.
"I'll deal with them later, let's go"
He helped me up and tucked his arm around my waist.
"Your hot when you angry"
He stared at me. Wait did I say that out loud. His smirk gave me the answer. Fuck.
"Keep walking, how much did you two drink"
I signalled with my hand, pinching my fingers together and widening them.
"A lot then"
He helped me into his car and then went around to help ellie.
"I'm not as bad as her, she's a light weight" ellie said through hiccups.
***
We got back to the house and ellie passed out on the sofa almost immediately. In all truth, I hadn't drunk this much in a while, and it was starting to have its effects.
"I feel sick"
"Shit hold on" he pulled me into the bathroom and lifted up the toilet lid.
"Sit" his husky voice and my sudden confidence boost wasn't a good mix.
"Yes da-"
"Don't finish that sentence"
He pushed me to the ground lightly, and filled his hand with my hair, fisting it around his fingers. I emptied the alcohol that invaded my insides and he rubbed small circles on my back.
He carried me up the stairs and I remember singing 64 zoo lane, as his hand came over my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up" he whispered, so gently, the words he had said contradicted the tone he used. Weirdly attractive.
I was placed in my bed, and the covers were pulled over me before my eyes shut awaiting the hangover tomorrow would bring.
A/N BOOM!!!
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