"How about this one?" Ophelia asks, giving Jessie and Max a 360° of her navy blue dress. "That's the one." Jessie grins at her, standing up to pull her hair behind her shoulders. "If you weren't like my sister, I'd probably be turned on." She says, and the three of them start laughing. "Good to know." Ophelia nods, smoothing out the lines over her skin-tight dress. It was glittery, but only if the light caught it in a certain way. It hugged her curves like nothing else she had ever worn before, which made her a little uncomfortable, but she planned on moving on tonight. If she was going to get someone's attention, this dress was exactly the way to do it.
Jessie was wearing a black dress, nearly identical to the one Ophelia was wearing, but just a little shorter. Max wore a simple band tee shirt and black jeans, which Ophelia envied. She wished that would be acceptable for her to wear to a party. "Yeah, if it wasn't a horrible idea, I'd definitely go for you." Max agrees, grabbing his keys and shoving them into the pocket of his jeans. Ophelia grinned, slipping on her sneakers and grabbing her phone before following the two of them into the hall. Max quickly goes back to his room, opening the door and calling for Sam to come on. Moments later, Sam stepped out into the hall. His long hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and his outfit consisted of shorts, and a blue flannel shirt that only had 3 buttons done near the bottom, revealing nearly his entire chest and abdomen.
Jessie slipped her arm into Ophelia's, "We ready?" She asks, and everyone nods with a grin before they head outside. The second they got to Max's Jeep, Jessie called out, "I got shotgun! And aux!" Before anyone could protest, she jumped into the passenger seat and connected her phone to the car's bluetooth. "No, Jessie, you have horrible music taste!" Max exclaims, buckling his seatbelt. Ophelia really didn't want to get into the backseat with Sam, but she didn't want to cause a scene by starting a fight. She groaned to herself before getting into the opposite side, sitting as close to the door as she possibly could. "I'm not gonna bite you, you know." Sam says, glancing over at her. She shot him a glare, but he wasn't looking at her face. His eyes trailed over her body, like he was studying the way her dress had been sewn.
She suddenly felt extremely self conscious, using her hands to cover up as much of her body as she could. He only smirked to himself, looking away. "If you're gonna call me fat, or say 'you hate the way my dress looks on me' again, just say it. I don't fucking care anymore." She says, putting air quotations around the part he'd said to her when they were younger. "What exactly makes you think I care enough about your body to comment on it?" He raises his eyebrows at her, making her face heat up. "It wouldn't be the first time." She mumbles, looking out her window as Max and Jessie fight over the music. "Get over it." He says harshly, and her mouth twitches in annoyance. "You've got a lot of fucking nerve." She clenches her jaw, and he laughs quietly. "Are you gonna cry about it?" He teases, and she swore steam would've started blowing out of her ears if that didn't only happen in cartoons.
Ophelia didn't realize she'd been holding her breath until Max pulled into the frat house, and she finally exhaled. She got out of the car before he had even put it in park. "Hey, Lia, everything okay?" Jessie asks, getting out of the car as well. "I can't fucking stand him." She says under her breath, and Jessie sighs. "Is there any chance you guys can get along? For one night? Come on, we're doing this to help you. Don't let him get to you. Just... ignore him." She shrugs. Ophelia knew she was right. If she kept thinking about Sam, she was never going to have fun at this party. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Okay. One night." She mumbles, waiting for the guys so they can all walk in together.
It didn't take long for the four of them to get drunk, seeing as that was their first task on their to-do list. They had taken over the beer pong table, and they were currently starting their 4th game. "Okay, let's switch this up." Max says, leaning on the table with a pout because he and Sam had lost three times in a row. "Me and you?" Ophelia asks, and Max grins. "Perfect." He waves her over, shoving Sam towards Jessie's side of the table. "Damn, I feel like I just got exiled." Sam grumbles, taking his place next to Jessie."Let's make this interesting." Max suggests, and Ophelia raises an eyebrow at him. "More interesting than taking two shots every time you lose? Aren't you guys, like, 6 shots in?" She asks, and Max only grins at her. "Uh huh. Alright, so, how about..." He thinks for a second, and Ophelia swore she could see the lightbulb appear over his head.
