Darling

Chapter 7

"Sorry my place is such a mess," I apologize for the state of my space as Florence, Hailee, and I walk into my apartment. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and change, y'all can help yourselves to whatever I've got. I have some soda and half a bottle of Goose," I say, gesturing to my kitchen. The words coming from my mouth are slurred, the four vodka sodas and wine catching up with me even further.

The girls chat in the living room as I hop in the shower to get ready for the night ahead. Standing in the closet in just a towel afterwards, I decide to change into some ripped black jeans and silk camisole with lace accents. A pair of black heels and my favorite black leather jacket accompany my outfit nicely. When I walk into the living room after getting ready, Florence and Hailee are sitting on the couch waiting for me.

Boobies is eating up the attention Florence is giving him, and Hailee is leaning back in her seat with a drink in her hand, legs crossed on the coffee table. The brunette eyes me up and down when I walk into the room before getting up from the couch. She walks over to me and puts one arm around my waist before whispering, "You look nice," into my ear, her voice dripping with lust.

I smile in response and grasp her face, placing a quick kiss on her lips. She tries to deepen the kiss, but I pull back, cognizant of the other woman in the room. When I look over, Florence is chuckling a bit to herself. A bit embarrassed, I take a step back from Hailee, who turns and asks her friend, "What now?" with an exasperated sigh.

Florence jokes, "I can see your lady boner for Margot from here."

The blonde's joke causes me to laugh in response and take a step back from Hailee- feigning surprise. I gasp and lean over with my hands on my knees, my face level with Hailee's lower abdomen, and exclaim, "It's a big one too!"

The woman across the room laughs harder at my joke, and I look up to see Hailee roll her eyes with a smile, chuckling to herself. The brunette downs her drink and proceeds to cover her imaginary erection with both hands, saying "It's been more than 4 hours, should I call my doctor?" with a fake troubled expression.

With my troubles partially lifted after a nice fit of laughter with the two girls, we make our way to the club a few streets down.

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Sandwiched between Florence and Hailee at the club, empty glasses are scattered all over our table. We all talk together, getting to know one another a bit more.

"Where are you from?" I slur out, placing my arm around Florence, leaning in close to her ear.

"England," the girl responds, a slight smirk on her face.

I roll my eyes and respond, "No shit, I mean where in England?" Florence laughs at my response.

"Oxford," she replies matter-of-factly. "What about you? I love your accent," Florence says. My gaze travels down to her mouth for a brief second, and I grin.

"My accent?" I ask with a raised eyebrow, looking over at Hailee, pretending not to understand Florence's question.

Hailee nods, smiling. The brunette scoots closer to me before tucking my hair behind my ear. Her hand lingers on my upper thigh, fingers toying with the rips in my jeans.

"I don't have an accent," I say, shaking my head. The girls laugh at my response.

"You absolutely do," Florence asserts, a slight slur in her words as well. I look back and forth between the two girls in response, feigning confusion.

"Margot, I've never met anyone else who uses the word 'Y'all' as much as you do," Hailee observes, chuckling. Looking back over at Hailee, I narrow my eyes playfully. She uses the opportunity to steal a kiss, and Florence smiles out of the corner of my eye.