The Contract

Chapter 16

The club was booming, I had only been here an hour and Robbie was already drunk.

I see my friend Mark from my high school days come my way, holding a tray full of bright-colored shots.

"Hey Evan, how's the show going?" My friend Jack asks, shouting over the music. "You're so lucky, Amanda is so fucking hot!"

Jack then hands me a shot, gripping his own in his hand.

I laugh and down the shot with him, instantly feeling the back of my throat burn as the liquid goes down my throat.

"Don't tell me you watch the show." I shout over the music, giving him a gross look.

He shoved me and then we both laughed.

"Only cause of Amanda dude, she's a national treasure man." He grimaces at me. "My sister doesn't shut up about you though, she even begged me to get your autograph tonight." He laughed making me laugh with him.

"Over my dead body Beckett, it's already bad enough my sister has a crush on one of my friends, it's even worse when she's following me around, begging me to tell her everything about you."

I laugh out loud, throwing my head back. "Seriously?" I ask, not believing him as he nods his head.

"Nothing has changed then." I say smugly, and Mark scoffs and rolls his eyes.

The song changes and that's when everyone that was on the dancefloor starts making their way to the bar for a drink top-up, that's when I see the rest of my friends drunkenly stumble back to our table, laughing and holding each other up.

Robbie wears a huge birthday pin on his shirt and sunglasses in the shape of '23' over his eyes, making me laugh as soon as he sits down next to me and puts his arm around my neck, making me realize just how drunk he is.

"I love you!" He shouts over the music."And my feet hurt."

He pouts before his eyes focus on something else on the table.

"Ohhhh SHOTS!" He shouts out, making our friends take a glass and raise it into the air.

Jesus Christ, he's completely wasted, as Robbie makes a toast, that made no sense over the loud music blaring through the speakers, everyone cheers then downs the shot, and then slams the glass back on the table.

Chris, Mark, Liam, and Justin sit down at the table, sweating balls and stinking vodka.

"Evan." Chris shouts in my face as I move back. "Those girls have not stopped looking over here man, save some for the rest of us." He drunkenly says.

"Right?" Liam slurs out. "Handsome and an actor, you have it so nice bro."

I look from our table and see what they're talking about, and I haven't noticed it until now, girls are looking over at our table, or at me, giving their best 'fuck me eyes'.

"Put one out of them out of their misery man, it's getting bad." Justin says, making everyone laugh as I shake my head.

One girl catches my attention, when I noticed her looking at someone standing near our table, her eyes moved to mine, and unlike other girls, she didn't look away, instantly making me curious.

She was beautiful, with long brown hair and a slim build with large breasts and a perfect round ass, wearing a tight short dark blue dress that left little to the imagination as I looked her over.

Fuck, how long has it been since I've had sex with a girl? The more I look over at her standing with her friends, laughing and saying something, the more I want to go over and talk to her.