Cherry || Owen Joyner

seven

I look at myself in the mirror. I had on a black push-up bra that makes my boobs look good.

I had on a black sheer top that's see through. I had on a light pink leather skirt that showed my curves.

My hair was straightened and my makeup looked good. When I walk out the bathroom, the other two were already dressed.

Nash had on yellow pants that was plaid and a green sweatshirt.

Kira had on a tight dress and some knee high heals. She looked at me and smiled. "Damn, you look hot." She complimented.

I did some model poses as we laugh. "Alright, let's see if the guys are ready." We all grabbed our things, me making sure I had my fake id.

The boys said they left their door unlocked so we walked right in.

Jeremy was sitting on the couch, strumming to his bass. He looked over at us and smiled.

"Damn, you all really dress up nice." He complimented. He sat his guitar down and stood up.

He was wearing black skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and a white shirt underneath.

His hair was done a little which looked good. I look over to see Charlie walking in.

He had on khakis and a striped shirt. "Where's the blonde?" I ask as Charlie smirks at me.

"In his room, getting ready." I nod my head as I walk towards his room.

I was taken back when I walked in there. He had on jeans with a button up tucked in.

He was looking the mirror, trying to figure out what to do with his hair.

He glanced at me, looked away, and then looked at me.

He was in awe as he looked at me. "You look really good." He complimented. I blush as I look down.

"Thank you. You look good too." He bit his lip. We heard footsteps as we looked.

"We're about to leave." Jeremy informed us. We nodded as he walked away.

We ordered a Uber so we could leave. They took us to a bar and we walked in.

They id'd us and it worked for both me and Owen. We high-five under the table. We all order a drink and go to a table.

"To a new friendship." We cheered. We took the shot, the burning liquid going down my throat.

The music was super loud in here as I sit next to Owen. "I'm gonna get to another drink. You want one?" I ask in his ear.

He nods as I smile. I get up to walk towards the bar. "Can I have two Vegas Bombs please?" I ask as the bartender nodded.

I tap my fingers on the bar as I waited. I turn to look at my friends to see Owen looking at me.

He quickly looked away as I smiled. "Here's your Vegas Bombs." I thank him as I take the drinks.

I walk back to my table and hand Owen his drink. We clink our drink as we take a shot.

As we sit there and hang out, he slowly puts his arm around the back of the chair.

The longer we were there, the more I drank. And I got drunk very fast.

I could tell Owen was feeling it too. We were sitting very close to each other and I could feel his body heat.

"I want another drink!" I tell Owen. I grab his hand and start playing with his fingers.

"You're pretty drunk already, Saylor." He told me. "Oh well." I get up, almost falling over.