↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈 ー 𝐧𝐨

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Diego suddenly clapping his hands together has both Eiza and Sierra flinching and turning their attention to his pearly smile.

"Alright," he begins. "Us guys are going out to have fun. You ladies are going out to have fun. These two are staying here to have fun. Everyone's happy."

"You hear that? You two stay here." Eiza points to the girls on the couch.

"Yes mom," Rosalia sighs.

"If you have a party just don't break anything. Or let anyone in my room."

"We're not throwing a party, mom," Hope responds flatly. "Just having a few friends round that's all."

"If she gets drunk don't let her in the kitchen." Grayson pushes Hope's head forwards and Rosa chuckles, nodding in reassurance. "Say your goodbyes lovebirds I'm already bored." He smirks on his way out.

"Don't let any woman touch what's mine." Sierra runs her hands up his chest. "I don't mind Diego copping a feel."

"Nice to know." Diego nods and pulls Eiza closer to kiss her cheek carefully, knowing she'll complain about her makeup otherwise.

"I don't mind Eiza copping a feel but no one else," Kaden returns.

"I've already copped a feel but I won't turn down the offer for another."

Sierra laughs and pecks his lips, bidding the girls goodbye on her way through the door and following the eager woman to her car.

The trio climb into the vehicle in front, wasting no time in speeding down the road with the engine loud enough to wake the dead.

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Part way through the night, the women sip the last of their drinks and place their empty glasses aside. Eiza nods and takes her hand to lead her back to the bar. Sierra exchanges wide smiles with dancing couples on the journey over, shimmying her hips a little here and there.

Eiza waves her bartender friend over, leaning across the counter to request a line of shots specially for the two of them. Meanwhile, Sierra hums to the song vibrating through the speakers.

Pretty violet lights flash throughout the club as the music blends into another fast paced, upbeat melody. Sierra nods her head to the rhythm. Stiffens a moment later when a hand finds itself on her lower back.

As if by magic, a tatted hand appears out of nowhere and wraps around his wrist, eliciting a pained groan when it's torn away from her body. Eyes widening as the pressure only increases and his wrist is twisted at an agonisingly awkward angle.

Sierra leans her elbows against the counter behind her and releases a sigh, tucking her tongue against the inside of her cheek.

"Apologise," he growls.

"IーI'm sorry!" Tears spring to his eyes. He hisses when he's shoved aside and stumbles off, cradling his aching wrist.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sierra narrows her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?"