Secret Bloodline

Girl's Night Out

Nobody knows what hour it fucking is but Camila wakes up to the sound of a video game in the living room.

"Who the fuck..." Camila mumbles. She rolls over and checks the clock on her nightstand making her sit bolt upright. Nine pm. Did she sleep all day?

Camila stands up and quietly opens her bedroom door. She walks out to the living room to see her best friend, Dinah, on the couch playing a video game and drinking wine straight out of the bottle.

"Fucking die you fucking zombie scum," Dinah murmurs.

"Dinah?" Camila says sleepily.

Dinah doesn't answer as she continues to slaughter zombies on the TV screen. "Boom! Head come the fuck off!" Dinah cheers.

"Hey! Is there a reason why in the hell your playing with the volume so high?" Camila raises her voice.

Dinah finally looks at the brunette as she pauses the game. The Polynesian grabs the bottle and takes a long swing, holding it out to Camila, a frown twitching on her lips.

"What's wrong Cheech?" Camila takes the bottle and sits down next to her, setting the bottle down on the coffee table.

Dinah sighs as she sinks into the couch, her lower lip quivering. "My girlfriend broke up with me," She mumbles.

"Aww, boo. Come here," Camila pulls her into her embrace.

Dinah starts crying on Camila's shoulder as she gets it wet. "I fucking loved her..." Dinah lets out a sob.

"Why did she break up with you?" Camila asks.

"To get back with her fucking ex," Dinah yells at the floor. Dinah sighs as she runs her hands over her face. "I'm sorry," She mumbles.

"Don't be, it's alright for you to feel like this," Camila runs her hand over Dinah's back soothingly.

"Look at me, I'm throwing a full fucking pity party for myself," Dinah throws a glass plate on the ground causing it to shatter.

"Dinah... That was my favorite plate," Camila mumbles.

"I'll buy you a new one," Dinah says.

"It's fine," Camila waved it off as a smile grows on her face, getting an idea. "Okay, come on, we're going out!" Camila stands up and drags Dinah up on her feet.

"Camila..." Dinah grumbles.

"Come on Dinah you love going out to the club," Camila says.

"How the tables have turned," Dinah chuckles softly.

"Come on Dinah let's show that bitch that your better off without her. We're gonna have drinks, sexy people to make out with, and hella pictures to post for her to see," Camila says.

"Alright, you convinced me," Dinah cracks a bright smile.  She grabs her controller and lowers the volume on the TV. "After I finish this mission," She says.

"I'll be getting ready," Camila walks back to her room.

About an hour later, both girls enter the club as the music is pumping and the dance floor is packed with couples and groups of friends.

"Come on let's get some drinks before we go dancing I want to get some alcohol in me," Camila says.

"Yes! That's my girl!" Dinah cheers and follows her roommate towards the bar.

"Hey, can we get some drinks over here?" Camila calls but the bartender ignores her.

"Are you serious Camila?" Dinah laughs. The blonde brings her fingers up to her mouth and lets out a loud whistle.

The bartender walks over and gives them a 'what do you want' face.

"What do you want, Camila?" Dinah asks.

"Two shots of tequila to start," Camila answers.

Dinah whistles approvingly, "That's my fucking girl!"

The bartender hands them their shots and Camila instantly downs it.

"Damn! You ain't fucking around," Dinah laughs.

"Yesterday was a lot to handle," Camila says.

"Aww, having sexy boss issues?" Dinah nudges the girl.

Camila chuckles, "Dinah can you stop that. I'm not into him, he's my boss and now my friend."

"And wouldn't it be so hot if he just fucked you hard on his-"

Camila covers Dinah's mouth with her hand making the last of the sentence muffled. Camila removes her hand once she felt it wet indicating that Dinah licked it. "Your so weird Cheech," Camila shakes her head.

"I'm sorry I like hot ass people and you don't," Dinah says.

Camila shakes her head at Dinah and orders two more shots of tequila. Once the bartender delivers, she takes out a couple of twenty-dollar bills and hands them to him. "I'm fine with being single," Camila turns her body to face Dinah.

"Preach," Dinah nods.

Camila raises her shot glass making Dinah raise it as well. "To be being young, hot, and single," Camila says.

"Yes! That's my kind of toast," Dinah says and downs the alcohol.

Camila sets her glass down and stands up from the barstool. "Let's go dance," She says.

"Yes! Show me those hot Latina dances," Dinah cheers.

"No, I save those for special people," Camila winks at the Polynesian.

After a lot of dancing and drinking, Dinah and Camila are at a table trading embarrassing stories.

"You didn't tell me that-that your girlfriend had webbed toes," Camila stumbles over her words.

"I'm pretty sure-sure I did," Dinah hiccups. Her face falls as she thinks of them. "I liked them. They were so fucking cute," She frowns.

"Not for me I find it we-weird," Camila burps.

"Yeah but I like weird," Dinah frowns.

"That's because you're weird Cheech," Camila downs another shot.

"Hell no, I ain't!" Dinah scoffs.

"Dinah..." Camila gives her a pointed look.

"O-okay I am. But you like it, don't lie," Dinah smiles.

"Half and half," Camila giggles.

Dinah sighs, setting the shot glass down that she just drank. "Thanks for tonight Camila. You know how to cheer a girl up," Dinah smiles.

"That's what best friends are for Cheech," Camila returns her roommate's smile.

"If I'd met you before, my life would have been hella fun," Dinah says.

"You know me, I can be serious or let loose just like that," Camila stands up, "Let's dance."

Both best friends start to dance to the beat of the music once they reached the dance floor but what they don't know is that a pair of dark eyes stare at them from afar.