KILLING ME SOFTLY 𖣔 EUPHORIA [FEZCO]

0.4

Once Fezco finally found a spot, two blocks down from the actual house, he had put the car in park. Rue had already took it amongst herself to pass out on Priscilla shoulder, drooling down her exposed skin.

Fezco placed his arm around the headrest of the passengers seat, turning around to face Priscilla, "Aight, we're dipping at exactly midnight, so please don't be wandering around and shit. Keep your phone on you."

Priscilla scooted over in her seat, making sure Rue's head fell gently as she rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me what to fucking do."

The girl slammed the door, storming off as she notified the groupchat where she was and to meet her outside.

Fezco inhaled, taking a deep breath as he looked over to his younger brother. Ashtray shruggled, staring back at him, nodding to the passed out teenager, "What are we gonna do with her?"

"Put some jackets over her and lock the door, I guess." Fezco glanced across the street, immediately catching sight of the grey RAM parked. His hands reached for the gun, tucked safely in his waistband. Fez opened the clip, checking it before pushing it back into place. "Make sure you have the car ready when I tell you."

Priscilla's weak ankles made her stumble as her heels clicked obnoxiously against the concrete pavement. She squinted as she could see the group of girls approaching her. They shared squeals and fits of laughter as they embraced Priscilla, throwing their arms around the blonde and placing their lips against her cheek.

Maddy gasped, her fingers trailing down the girls ripped dress, "Bitch, what the fuck happened to you?"

"Long fucking night, I need help," Priscilla ran a hand through her hair, trying not to get too overwhelmed to point of bursting into tears.

Kat leaned over, beginning to pull the blonde's dress down, exposing the black bra underneath. She began to roll it up at the hem as Priscilla's arms immediately went to cover her torso, "What are you doing?"

"I'm fixing!"

Maddy began to focus on Priscilla's hair, snapping her fingers at Lexi for extra hair ties and bobby pins.

"Well, you're not hopeless," she shook her head, using her acrylics to rake through Priscilla's knotted hair. Priscilla flinched as she was being tugged and pulled in different places. Kat pulled the dress all the way down, making it into a skirt and tightening the straps of Priscilla's lace bra, exposing her cleavage more than it already had been.

"Where's Rue?" Lexi questioned, pulling out the powder compact from her small purse, covering the black trail of mascara that ran down Priscilla's cheek.

"Napping."

"And Fez?" Maddy giggled, finishing up the braid she was working on.

"Who gives a fuck?"

It came out harsher than she had wanted, but it was genuinely how Priscilla felt in the moment.

Her night was completely different than what she had expected.

All she had hoped from tonight was a normal, high school party experience. Not spending two hours in a dirty trap house with four unknown men, a retired schoolteacher turned drug pusher, a heroine junkie and Rue passed out or manically not shutting the fuck up.

Especially after everything Fezco had exposed her to in the past couple of months, Priscilla was owed one night and she was not going to let him ruin it.

"Okay," Maddy gave the blonde one last glance over before smiling.

She clapped her hands together, "Good to me. Now, If I don't find a bathroom, I'm gonna spend New Year's with a fucking UTI."