Die In California

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Devyn's POV:

How I ended up with a half-empty bottle of Casamigos tequila in my hand, I'll never know. JP was still on the DJ deck, with Slim and Kells hyping him up, whilst the others were mingling in the crowd somewhere, and Mod was outside smoking. I was still standing beside JP with a smile on my face, and I had to admit that I was feigning interest; all I really wanted to do was go and dance, or mingle. But I supported JP with everything he did. And this was no different.

He seemed to be having the time of his life, with a big smile on his face and his head bopping as he twisted and pressed buttons, mixing songs and keeping everyone dancing. He was good at what he was doing, I can't deny that! But it was getting a bit boring, if I was being honest. So, I decided to go out and do my own thing for a little while. 

"I'm jus' gonna go to the bathroom." I shouted into JP's ear, handing him the bottle of Casamigos that I figured had come from Kells. Who else would've given it us?
"'Kay." He nodded with a smile, quickly pressing his lips to mine. "Be careful." Even while tipsy and distracted by whatever he was doing, he was sweet and protective of me.

I squeezed my way through the crowds of sweaty, dancing bodies, and pushed myself through the swinging door to the restroom, thankful to be out of the way of everyone. As usual, there was a long line, but I didn't mind; I could at least breathe. It was awkward for a few moments, with girls and their friends loudly laughing and gossiping together, or touching up their makeup in the mirror.

"Oh, I love your outfit!" I lightly tapped the girl in front of me's shoulder, admiring her silver sparkly suit with a matching bralette underneath her blazer. On a normal day, I would've never approached a woman and gushed about her outfit, but I suppose I had the liquid courage to thank for that. Plus, it was a way to pass the time whilst waiting to fucking pee.

"Awh thank you! You look gorgeous too!" The blonde woman squealed, her foot instinctively lifting to show off her insanely glittery stilettos. She was a walking disco ball.
"I'm Devyn." I impulsively introduced myself. Maybe coming here wasn't such a bad idea if I can make a new friend or two.

"I'm Bella." She introduced herself with a sweet smile. We got chatting as we waited in line, and the conversation continued after we'd been about our business. She was a nice girl to talk to - much girlier than Alice and Paisely from New York, but it was surprisingly a nice change. If anything, she brought the girly side out of me.

We talked about our lives, and how we ended up at the party. She'd been to a few of JP's (well, Rook's) little gigs in clubs, and had chatted to him a few times. She then asked me about my tattoos, commenting that both JP and I had quite a collection. That led to her promptly dragging me out of the bathroom and over to her boyfriend.

Bella's boyfriend was not who I was expecting, that's for sure. We walked over to a large man (giving Baze and AJ a run for their money), with pretty big, sculpted muscles, and a god-like body covered neck-to-toe in tattoos. He had long, sandy blonde hair that was tied back in a bun at the back of his neck, with a few strands falling out to curl around his face, and a bushy but neat and well-kept beard. The lovechild of Jason Mamoa and Chris Hemsworth, if you will.

"Devyn, this is my boyfriend Alex. Alex, this is my new friend Devyn. She's a tattoo artist too!" Bella introduced us. Seeing her beside this transcendent man only amplified my surprise - she was a petite woman, maybe just over 5ft in her high heels, and had a stick-thin figure. You get the gist. It blew my mind, for sure, yet they seemed to be a match made in heaven.

"Nice to meet you, Devyn. Got quite the collection yourself, too, I see." Alex raised a neatly plucked eyebrow, his voice as deep and gravelly as I imagined it to be - it was almost a rumble. 
"Ah, yeah." I awkwardly laughed, suddenly feeling incredibly intimidated by this man.
"So, whereabouts d'you work?" He asked, easing us into conversation.