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Eventually my cousin Lucy picks me up in her current boyfriends truck. Tad I think his name was? She, like me, was wearing a short, tight, dress that accentuates her assets (a.k.a her big tits and ass). I hop in the back of the truck where she's waiting for me after sneaking out the house hoping my parents wouldn't see me leave, I didn't want them to think I was still an immature teen.  Immediately, she grabs me and pulls me into a tight embrace and squeals.

"OMG! Reineyyyy I haven't seen you in forever I'm so excited you're home and we can party again!"

"It's good to see you too, I haven't met anyone who parties quite like you Luce."

We spend the car ride catching up on everything from uni to boys to life in the pack. It was nice to hear that not much has changed but it makes me scared that life in the pack will be mundane and monotonous and the never ending cycle of regularity demeans the meaning of my life and will subject me into a constant state of misery... I need to get drunk.

We pull up to a bar right next to the club and hop out. Lucy gives a slobbery kiss to Tag through the window and then Tyson drives off with the promise he'll pick us up later. Lucy immediately grabs my arm and starts dragging me behind her into the bar as she wobbles around in her five inch heels like a new born horse.

She busts into the small bar and makes a beeline for the bartender.

"Six tequila shots please." She hands him her ID and what appeared to be Uncle Kurt's credit card. I sigh, of course there's no way this would stay hidden. I decide to not give a fuck. Might as well make the most of it before my ass gets busted.

Lucy continues to order drinks on her dads card, mostly shots and cocktails so my mouth burned and was fruity but by the time we headed over to the club the stench of fruity alcohol was all over. I was surprised the bouncer let us in. Again she makes a beeline for the bar, clasping my arm so hard her cheap acrylics almost cut my flesh and she immediately orders more drinks. I was on drink seven and everything was feeling fuzzy so I just ordered a bottle of water to slow me down so I could stay out for longer. Suddenly Lucy's staring behind me and squeals loudly enough that me face scrunches despite the fact that we're in an extremely loud club.

She yells "Babe, what are you doing here?"

Her boyfriend Tai catches her as she jumps into his arms. "I missed you so much babe I thought I'd come out and party with you and your cousin."

"Aww baby." Lucy immediately starts feeling up his chest and starts aggressively and sloppily making out, forgetting my existence. I miss the days when she was happily single.

I say to the bartender "Can I get a scotch please, thanks." Fuck water. I just wanna get drunk and get out.

"Reine babe come dance with us."

I chuck down my scotch and take her free hand onto the dance floor. The calories of the alcohol running through my viens, pumping me full of energy. Energetic house music starts blasting from the speakers, the perfect party girl anthem for the night. I start swaying my body in any direction I feel like, my hands running up and down my body and through my hair while my large hips sway to the rhythm. Lucy grabs my hands and we start jumping to the beat drop and swaying around while Tide Pod yells douche baggy things. Suddenly the beat slows and a slower beat comes on. Damn this DJ is good. Lucy and I begin swaying our hips to the beat once again and in true club fashion as Lucy begins grinding on Target the douche, some rando guy approaches me and tries to grab my waist. I quickly flip around and say

"Sorry not interested." I hoped to not have to say more than that but it seemed unrealistic.

"My bad sorry." Surprisingly, the dude was hella respectful and backed off immediately. I was almost impressed until I turned around to see a 6ft9 wall of pure muscle stretching up to the ceiling despite the fact that with my heels I stood at 6ft. My faded vision stretched up to see a dark haired, lean man with a muscular frame wearing a blue collared shirt contrasting his dark features and pants. The shirt was buttoned down exposing his hairy, muscular chest. He smelt like heaven. The smell itself was indescribable but I can describe the way the scent made me feel comforted, safe and wet inside my thin panties.

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