Intoxicating // dnf (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

TW: alcohol, smoking, mature content(NSFW)

"Try this on.", Karl hands out the shortest skirt. So short, if you wear it, your ass is seen that you might as well just not wear anything.

"No way. I am not dressing up like a stripper.", George rejects the offer and pushes the skirt out of his face.

"George. Oh my fucking god. This is your first party since forever. At least dress up to get some boys' attention."

George was openly gay to Karl and few other people like his family and some of his friends back in London. He knew that he had those feelings towards the same gender since senior high when he had feelings towards one of his best friends.

"I'll also wear a skirt. How about that?", Karl smirks, hoping that George will finally give in.

"No."

"Please.", Karl pleads and does his signature puppy dog eyes which always worked on George for some reason.

"Fine.", Karl claps and hands him the skirt, "Just this once though."

"Yeah.. now go on. I'll also change into mine."

Karl gets out of George's room to change in his room. George sits down, looking at the skirt, pondering if he should actually wear it or not.

The skirt was made out of black leather. It had a slit that reaches up to the hip. George takes it out of the hanger and stands up to put it on.

Once on, George turns around to look at himself in the mirror. It showed most of George's features, his curves were more defined than he thought it was since he always wore baggy clothes.

He did look great in the skirt. He liked the way it was fitted on his waist and how the slit showed his pale thighs. George topped it of with some black combat boots and a cropped top.

He slightly cracked the door open to see if Karl was finished changing. He sees Karl in the couch scrolling on his phone. George takes a deep breath before going out, it's now or never.

George comes out of his room and Karl turns to his directions, "Oh my god George. You look stunning!"

"So do you.", George smiles. Karl was wearing a black hoodie that was cropped. He was wearing a fitted purple skirt that defined his figure. Lastly, for his shoes, he was wearing black heals.

"You ready?", Karl asks.

George wasn't, but he nods his head, following Karl out of the dorm room. They carefully walked down the hallway as to not attract any attention or get caught.

Finally outside of the building, Karl looks around and goes to a secluded area.

"Karl. Where are you going?", George whispers loudly, but only loud enough for them to hear.

"The party is this way. They found a new area since they got caught the last time they held a party on the frat house."

"Okay.", George replied while following Karl.

They passed through some bushes and trees until a house with booming music and flashing lights appeared. The music got louder the closer they got to the house.

The house was similar to the frat house, but it looked bigger and better. There were a lot of people who were already wasted, a lot who were getting high and a lot were making out.

George feels himself getting nervous the second they reached the front door. Karl grabs George's hand as if he sensed his uneasiness, "It's alright. Just have fun."