Red Room Hours with John Tan

Distraction Pt 2

You could hardly contain your joy waiting for Kasey's plane to land the next day. It had been three whole months since you'd seen her in person and you couldn't wait to hear all about her semester abroad. When you saw her racing toward you blonde bob bouncing with the effort you almost tackled her to the ground with excitement.

"Y/N! I missed you so much." She screeched throwing her arms around your waist. You both spun sideways with the momentum and giggled at yourselves.

"You couldn't have missed me as much as I missed you, I can't wait to hear everything." You made your way to baggage claim, talking over each other and breathlessly laughing as she talked animatedly about a cute boy on her flight. That was always how it was, gorgeous, outgoing, and flirty she managed to hold the attention of guys and girls alike.

You spent the next several hours back at her house in her room demolishing a week's worth of snacks and gossiping about the last semester. It had been the first significant time you'd spent apart your whole life long friendship. Of course she'd kissed more than a dozen boys and slept with several, and left at least two broken hearts in her wake.

"I tell them not to get attached," she licked ice cream from a spoon and gave you a devilish smile, "but they just don't believe me. I swear I tell them I'll never catch feelings and they still get so sad when it's true." You shook your head, Kasey never played with their feelings, they just couldn't ever accept the truth.

"You don't miss Quentin even a little?" You raised a brow and tossed a skittle at her. The way she described the light haired boy seemed like maybe she'd regretted not keeping in touch.

"Until I was telling you about him just now I hadn't thought about him since I left France!" She looked for a split second like she might be wistful but broke into a laugh picking up the skittle from her lap and popping the red treat into her mouth.

"You're such a player," you scolded but half heartedly.

"Speaking of players, I promised you a drunken party night when I got home. I've already received half a dozen invites, let's dress up and go to as many as we can okay?" She was leaping off the bed and tearing the zipper open on one of her suitcases. "I have the cutest pink mini dress I got in Italy and it would look amazing on you!"

Two hours later you smoothed the super tight pink material over your hips and looked in her mirror. You'd managed to curl your hair expertly and it waved around your face invitingly. Your makeup was over the top but flattering and you looked seductive.

"You fill that dress out so much better than me, it looks like it was made for you." Kasey shook her head jealously and nudged your chest. "My tits could never." You both giggled but even if she didn't have as much to fill out her top she looked knock out dazzling in a blue miniskirt and purple halter top that skimmed her tiny midriff. You both slipped on manageable heels knowing you'd be walking quite a bit and ran out to the Uber Kasey had ordered.

Your first stop was a low key party at the soccer club, but they were serving potent drinks and soon you were feeling the alcohol. After a while one of the girls called a car and you ended up at a loud sorority house, tipsy and eager for dancing. You and Kasey undulated with the music, attracting the attention of plenty of guys. You spent several songs wrapped around a tall red headed frat boy but found yourself searching the crowd. Even borderline drunk you were looking for him, this distraction was supposed to be the cure for that.

You wound your way through the pulse of bodies and helped yourself to a shot a tiny girl with a pixie cut was handing out. You'd keep pouring them in until every guy you saw was more attractive than John.

The redhead caught you around the waist and mumbled something in your ear, why did you immediately think of John's mouth teasing you earlobe to collarbone? It was way too loud to hear so you accepted another shot then waded back to the dance floor and crushed yourself against him and his friend again. Your muddy brain still wished the body grinding against you belonged to him, he'd probably know exactly where to put his hands to drive you crazy. These guys were fumbling and awkward, you shook your head and looked for Kasey. You found her, head tossed back laughing with a blonde broad shouldered guy with tattoos and a septum piercing halfway across the room.