Sugar

So My Type

"I still can't believe you convinced me to come." I chewed on my lip nervously.

"Got you to come or got you to go out tonight?" She winked at me.

"Both I supposed." I laughed at her.

My friend Kara and I had always said when we got older we were going to go to New York and stay in one of the most exclusive hotels and party like a rock star for a week. Seven years after high school here we are. She had booked us to stay at Gansevoort. For those who have never stayed there, it's like the Gaylord with a similar price tag; $400 a night. We had been saving up for about 6 years for this trip. Between the two of us it wasn't too hard.

"Come on Mia, let's do something fun tonight. It's our first night in the big apple." She smiled like the Cheshire cat when she wanted to get into trouble. The last time I saw that grin I bailed her ass out of jail. She had gotten arrested after getting drunk at strip club and pretending to be a stripper in the parking lot. This was not one of her crowning achievements.

"What did you have in mind?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

"There is a night club in this hotel." Again with that smile. "Two as a matter of fact."

"Well atleast you can't get arrested here." I teased.

"Is that a challenge?" She teased back. Well, atleast I hope she was teasing.

"Tell me about these two night clubs." I caved a little.

"Well from what the website said there is one that is more dressy and sophisticated while the other is a little more casual and it has a rooftop bar with a 360 degree hawk eye view of the city."

"I like casual." I smiled at her. I really didn't have it in me to go out at all. It was a hell of a day all with flights and such. We had flown in from Florida. I really didn't have it in me to get all dressed up.

"You're so lazy." She sassed me.

"Call it what you want, it bets just staying in for the night."

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"Why did I let you talk me into this?" I yelled over the music.

It was loud and obnoxious on this busy Saturday night. We took casual a little too literally. Well I did. She atleast could pass like she was staying at this hotel. I got harsh looks from a lot of the employees. Apparently they had never saw a pair of skinny jeans before. I only owed like two pairs. I figured since I paired it with a semi-nice top that it would be considered casual enough. Apparently that was too casual.

"Oh be quiet you. What else would you have done tonight?"

"Slept!" She scowled at me. "What? I like to sleep." I defended.

"You cannot spend our whole vacation sleeping. We came to New York to party it up like a rock star not sleep."

"I know. It's just been a long day is all."

"Agreed. Besides maybe we'll find some hot guys." She winked at me.

Kara had guys on the brain like 24/7. That girl thought about sex all the freakin time. That often caused her to making terrible choices and ending up with a broken heart. She used sex to get the men she wanted and by the time they got what they wanted, she was in love with them and ended up broken hearted over the whole ordeal. Now I don't want you think she is a slut, because she isn't, she just isn't very bright when it comes to the men she involves herself with. If there is a needle in a hay stack, she would find it.

I however had an entirely different sexual problem. I can't stop sleeping with my ex. He is my sort of go to man whenever I have a bad breakup or any other situation that calls for "feel better" sex. Rider was damn good at it so why not. The problem with that was that I always felt guilty every time. It gave him false hope that we would someday get back together which was never going to happen.