Being A Badgirl

At FDC pub

Dressed in a body hugging black skirt which hit mid thigh and killer red heels, my hair let loose and a little messy, bright red lipstick on, I was ready to be the center of attention. I started getting ready at 5.30 because it took me so long just to do the basic make up and clean off all traces of food from myself.

Amazing.

At 8, Will honked in front of my house. Wow. A Ferrari. This dude is RICH.

Will's jaws dropped when he saw me. I smirked. Oh well, I get that a lot so, not really surprising, anyways, I am dressed to garner even more looks like this the moment I step into the pub

When I finally got him to get out of his daze, we drove to the pub, and entered arm in arm. Oh with Calista and Ron behind us. Everyone's eyes were on us, guys jealous of Ron and Will, girls jealous of Calista and I for stealing the attention of their dates.

Heading for the counter, Calista, Ron, Will and I played the drinking game although I wasn't exactly fine with Ron just yet. As all of us were good drinkers, it took us quite a while to get drunk. By quite a while I meant approximately 2 hours.

Intoxicated, we hit the dance floor. Dancing in the group I'm in was fun. All eyes were on us as we were the best dancers, showing off our best dance moves, throwing our arms in the air, wriggling our hips, or jumping up and down to the music that seemed to pulse in my veins, pumping straight from my heart. A good hour or so later, when I was tired from dancing and feeling way too low on alcohol even after at least 2 bottles of tequila and other mixed drinks, I grabbed Calista and Will's hands before squeezing my way back to the counter for more drinks.

After about 7 cups, my phone lit up as it showed an incoming call from Jan. Who is Jan?

"Yeah?" I slurred into my phone and giggled when I saw some guy trip over a person who's lying on the floor, dead drunk.

"Its 4 fucking a.m. where the hell are you?" Jan screamed into the phone but I could barely hear him over the pounding music. I could imagine him screaming at me about it tomorrow, a vein showing at his neck as he waves his arms exaggeratively around to prove his point.

"Partying at FDC. Head hurts. Everything's so fun. Things are cool. There's a guy that fainted or died on the floor and it is so funny." I giggled.

Sighing Jan told me he would pick me up and hung up fter warning me to stay where I am, not to move an inch. Finishing off my glass, I kept drinking until Jan came to pick me up, obviously uncomfortable with the attention he got from the ladies and the invasion of his personal space, as people around him danced to 'Want to want me'.

Will was trying to keep my older brother away, thinking he was some random guy trying to 'steal' me from him. Worst thing to do. Jan, being a  super, sometimes overly-protective brother thought that Will was some pervert who is trying to take advantage of drunk me, his fist shot out to meet Will's jaw and leaving Will to clutch and whine about his recent injury, he dragged me out, ignoring my protests to let me go.

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"I got a hangover ooooohhhh I've been drinking too much for suree" I sang out loud as Jan dragged me out after realizing he isn't going to put me back into that seat. Jan groaned. He hated that song for no particular reason. Dropping me onto the chair of his Lamborghini, he pursed his lips at the drunken me," Janice Smith if you even drip a single fucking drop of saliva on the seats, I assure you, you'll have a very pretty face with blue and black colouring it." Cursing a bit more, he finally started speeding home.

Now, instead of dragging me, he carried me upstairs to my room. Jan works out in the gym alot. And damn he's strong. I don't wanna see Will's face tomorrow. Jan probably dented it.

Throwing me in bed, he threw my pillow at me muttering," You're insane. Why drink so much if you're unable to take it eh?" Then, he slammed the door shut. Leaving me in peace and silence. Finally.

4 hours later, somebody was trying to wake me up.

"Oi! Janice! Wake up!"

Fuck this guy. I want my sleep. The owner of that voice ripped my blanket off. Ah well, it was getting kinda hot anyways.

There was silence for a while. Yes! That annoying moron died! I get to sleep! Snuggling deeper, I heard running. Hmmm didn't know Jan runs in the house. Suddenly, a very strong blow hit me and I fell off my bed from the impact.

"Jan! You fucking bastard you're so gonna die!" I yelled, and opened my eyes. Wrong thing to do. Rays of sunlight stabbed my eyes as though I've been stuck in a dark cave for 5 years. And my head hurts. So did my voice, which instead of a yell came out as a croak.

Guess the revenge against Jan will have to wait.

Seeing me clutch at my head which was hurting as though someone was forcefully shrinking it, and hearing me croak my threat, Jan burst out laughing.

"Oh, Grandma! I'm sooo scared. Don't whack me with your cane or chomp on me with your gums!" He shrieked high-pitched in between laughter.

I gave him my death glare. And hobbled off to the toilet, enhancing the overall grandma effect, with Jan roaring with laughter behind me.

Getting my clothes and taking sone pills to help me with the intense pains, I got ready.

And saw Will standing outside my house door. His face is so horrible, jaw is bruised purple and black. Damn. Jan sure is strong.

"What the fuck is wrong with your brother?" Will hissed the moment I stepped towards my car.

"I don't know. Its your fault I guess. You were trying to hold me yeah?" I shrugged. As much as I'm pissed at Jan, he's my brother and nobody insults him.

"Yeah. Of course. I thought he was trying to steal you away." Will said, still angry at Jan.

At this moment, Jan sauntered out of the house, sparking Will's anger again. Seeing Will's bruised face, Jan whistled and said," Wow. Dude. That looks bad. You okay?"

Will nodded tightly, and clenched his fists. "You know what would have been better? If you didn't punch me for nothing."

Jan started laughing. "Oh! So you were the guy trying to grab at my sister yesterday? Why are you here? For another punch?"

"Hey hey hey! Don't think about punching Jan. He works out nearly everyday in the gym, plus he has black belts in both Karate and Judo. " I hurriedly interverned at the moment I saw Will's body tense up, a sure sign he's going to punch someone. As much as I don't want to boast, I've had guys fighting over me. So I know how everything looks like.

Gritting his teeth, Will stalked off, probably planning out some revenge or something while muttering curses under his breath.

"Couldn't you apologise to him for punching him last night?" I rounded on Jan who headed back into the house to grab his car keys.

Jan laughed. "For what? He was asking for it. So are you coming along or what? We are going to be late soon."

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