Confident

PARTAYYYY

We were at the party exactly when it started. And yet there were cars there already, lined in the streets.

Fucking suck ups.

I straightened my dress out as I grabbed James' hand, strolling in like bad fucking-asses into the party. All eyes shifted to us as we walked in, and all I could do was smirk as I knew we were the hottest couple there. A whole crowd of people's eyes were on us, and I made sure to walk past them, straight to where I knew Tony would be.

Next to the girls.

"Whaddup Tony Stank," I smirked, climbing into the booth before James, sitting next to him with Tony's 10 other girls, "girls if you don't fucking leave this table right now I throw you out."

They scurried off like rats.

"Well look who decided to show up," Tony smirked back, and I waved him off.

"Bitch, I always come to parties like this," I frowned, "it's whether or not I work for a skank like you."

"Ouch."

"Now, I'm not doing it tonight. You're going to have to wait until some other time. Tonight I'm acting like a bad bitch, and I'm not letting work get in the way tonight. I'm fucking partying."

Tony sighed, nodding slightly before handing me a wad of cash, "guess you'll be missing this then."

"I don't give a shit," I spat, "it's your fucking money not mine. Not my fucking problem with what you do with it." And I handed it back. Which shocked both men the most. He already handed me the money, why give it back?

And the reason? He needs the money more than I do, besides, he'll lose his house before I even make a dent into my bank account.

"She's in a mood today," Tony whispered to James, who was just listening to the conversation with his arms folded across his chest, his bodyweight leaning backwards against the chair.

James raised a brow, "or is she?"

"We'll see you later coke can," I smirked, "come on James let's go." We left as quickly as we came, why?

Because I'm a fucking alcoholic.

I skipped my way over to the bar, bumping into a woman's shoulder as I reached the counter. As the woman turned around, my heart stopped. There sat Carol fucking Danvers. The one woman I hated with my entire heart. And I hate a lot of people.

"Carol," I said under my breath, "nice to see you."

Her eyes squinted at me in a mocking way, "and it's nice to se-"

"Nope. Don't even fucking pretend. You stay away from me I stay away from you. Deal?" I asked, and she sat there for a moment before nodding.

"Deal."

"Good," I smirked as I turned to the bartender, "hardest thing you've got please!"

As soon as I got whatever drink he gave me, I turned back to see that James was speaking with Steve and Sam, which told me that Nat was here already. So I went to go find her, but then I remembered that I had desserts here I made with Yelena, so I decided to go find those instead.

And that's where I found most of my friends, drooling over our desserts. I watched Nat stuff her face with a red velvet cupcake, the frosting smearing all over her face.

"Wow, must be really good huh?" I laughed as I approached the table, taking a handful of macaroons in my hand, "it's almost as if we put crack in em."