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Chapter three

Since it's weekend and I didn't have much to do I called my best friend over. We were watching of our usual tv shows and eating some take out.

"Come on Liv, it'll be fun and better than Jen's house parties." Marina said excitedly. She was never one who could enjoy a night home and watch movies. She wanted to always go out and get drunk, have the time of her life, sometimes I envy her for this.

"I'm tired." I say partly telling the truth because I wasn't too keen on going out. She groans and we stay cuddled to my couch until she was bored and went upstairs. Seconds later I followed her as there was no sign of her getting back. Searching her everywhere, I find her in my room and saw her rummaging through my closet.

"I said I'm tired Marina." I say exasperated. But she was already pulling me a dress out.

She wasn't listening to my constant whining, pushing her black hair away from her face, smiling at me.

  After some pleadings from her I got dressed, put some make up on and some heels that weren't too high.

"The dress looks nice on you. I'm a good friend." she states and I giggle.

The little black dress pointed out my curves as it hugged my form nicely, the straps were thick, it went mid thigh. A simple dress but I liked it. I was on the skinny side but had thick thighs, not too small or too big breasts.

"Where are we going anyway?" I ask her while trying to bend the curls on my head, side eyeing her for a bit.

"At the club down town. It's not that far from here." she explains while putting some mascara on. "Okay, I'm done let's go." she ushers me out with her arm linked on mine, I follow her with a laugh.

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The club was filled and one of the most frequented here, people were dancing and drunk. It was decorated in that modern and somehow mixed with hipster style. Our group of friends, which were mostly Marina's, were loudly talking while I simply got bored, I had a drink but then regretted it because I was feeling nauseous, that's why I avoid it.

The place itself looks decent and everyone looked as if they had fun. But this just wasn't my scene. I enjoyed staying home more than going clubbing because I like silence, having my personal space and such.

"Let's dance." Marina said all of sudden, already dragging me to the dance floor which was cramped by sweaty bodies.

She giggled while dancing, more than often she's throwing herself over me, I barely danced back.

"You're not even trying, Liv." she said loudly before pouting. A small sheepish laugh left me that she caught on that, so I hugged her, then we danced together when I put more effort on this. It soon started to become fun, the loud rnb music was really good, putting some familiar tunes on which were fire.

Goosebumps rose on my skin when I felt someone's eyes on me but I ignored it with a shake of my limbs, focusing on Marina's drunken dancing.

After a while we sat near the large bar where Marina ordered another drink, a margarita on the rocks is her favorite.

"You look pretty even in this light." she slurred with wide eyes, "I'm jealous." she whines as she touches my hair, it makes me laugh, more so when she started to feel my sides up, tickling me.

"Liv, don't look but some Greek god isn't tearing his eyes from you." Marina exclaimed. She sobered up quickly when it was about checking some hot guy out.

"Huh?" I replied bored. She rolled her eyes, just staring at the supposed hot bloke, not long after I followed her gaze.

I squinted my eyes to make out where she was looking at since the clubs lights were dimmed but I finally saw what she was seeing.