Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

59. Costume party pt.2

"I'm gonna crack his hard shell tonight hun," Grace says as her face twists from the cocaine still burning in her nose. You two are in your bathroom, have been for 10 minutes actually. You just wanted to fix your outfit but before you knew it Grace followed you, pulled out the small baggie and offered you some too for this special occasion. It made you loosen up instantly. Your mind sharp. Heart pounding. You felt untouchable.

You took a few steps towards your big mirror and started reapplying your dark-red lipliner. Taking all the time there is in the world.

"Do you think he'll take off his mask?" you ask her, referring to her crush which happened to be your bodyguard.

" That's something I would've asked you, babes. I won't mind shagging him with his mask on though, that's for sure." she giggles, putting all her stuff back into her little handbag.

You smile as you finish off the outlines.

"Simon needed some time..." you were now applying your lipstick.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"Jeez, give me a minute!" you shout, assured of yourself and giving your reflection one last glance.

"Well, he did not need a lot of time before deciding to fuck you, did he? You just took that man home first night and got raaaaailed." Your best friend replies, wiping some powder off her nose and fixing her long hair.

You feel warmth forming in your lower area at her words, at the thought of 'getting railed' by Ghost. She was right, you did get railed. Additionally, a cheeky grin formed on your face right before Grace pinched your cheek.

"Now look at our birthday girl!" she laughs loudly.

"Ouch, Grace!"

"You're so down bad for this man! Just go to him and tell him what you need, his d-i-c-k."

You shake your head and open the bathroom door, 2 very drunk friends of yours giggling as they see you, starting some chit-chat before you take off to the kitchen to fix yourself another drink.

On the way there you lose Grace somewhere in the crowd. On the way, you see Indigo & their partner making out on the sofa. Entangled into each other like tomorrow's not promised and ignoring all the people around them. On the way, you look around for Simon whom you find standing on the balcony with König, speaking and gesturing with his hand that holds the cigarette. König nodding slowly to whatever he's telling him, arms crossed as always.

Getting along after all, you think.

Once you reach the kitchen some girls from the club start talking to you about something. Someone. Somewhere. You just smile and nod whilst cutting up a lime for your drink. Your mind just focusing on one thing: Getting to Simon. A warm sensation running through your whole body at the thought of him. His big, strong hands finding their place on each one of your sides. Fingertips digging into your flesh. His low groans and shut eyes as he comes. His tongue---

"..., I just wouldn't know where I'd be today if it weren't for you, y/n!" Jessica yelps, throwing her arm around your shoulders passionately.

"Oh I...Jess, don't you worry...I only did what...Friends do for each other..." you mumble, pouring some rum into a glass.

"Where I'm from friends wouldn't do shit for one another! Everyone was fake! Everyone was snitching! Jealousy! All that crap! You really showed me what true friendship means, what it's supposed to look like! And I want to say thank you for that!"

You like her, you really do. But your mission right now is not to be interrupted, as bad as you feel about cutting her off quickly.

"Always, Jessica. Really. No problem. Excuse me but I have to bring this one to a friend, okay?" you smile, showing her the drink you fixed yourself and swiftly leaving the kitchen, focused on the balcony. Your smile grows the closer you get. You squeeze yourself through the crowd with ease, sweat running down your forehead and the coke in your system still making you feel like an absolute queen, desireable & untouchable.