Nicole
Watching Blake dance with another girl made me more uncomfortable than I would like it to. Especially when she went to twerk on him. Not to mention the stupid bit of happiness I felt when he backed away before she could even rub up on him. The fact that he caught me staring was also a lot more embarrassing than I thought it'd be.
I already hated being here.
I also didn't think the skirt for Velma was as short as it was. I felt exposed. I would've hoped the socks were at least thigh highs to cover more of my legs, but they only reached under my knee. But at least the shirt covered my entire top half. Guess we couldn't have everything we wanted in life.
Sneaking another look at the dance floor, I noticed Blake wasn't with the girl anymore and my eyes scanned the entire room for him. He wasn't hard to miss with the ghostface mask resting at the top of his head and the all black outfit.
He knew what he was doing by having his abs exposed and blood splattered all over them. I hated him because he knew he was hot. Hated him more because he had me trapped in his web.
The worst part was that I didn't even wanna get out of it.
"Who are you looking for?" Patricia slurred a bit as she downed the rest of her drink before ordering us two more. "Potential future man, perhaps?"
I snorted, tipping the rest of my drink into my mouth. It filled my cheeks and I probably looked silly swallowing it in three separate gulps.
The aftertaste of the tequila invaded my mouth and I grimaced a bit, needing to wash it away.
Turning towards the guy in charge of the drinks, I asked him for a water and he paused the preparation of our drinks to fish one out of a cooler before handing it to me, going right back to pouring and mixing after.
I wasted no time in unscrewing the top before chugging half of it, going as far as swishing the water before swallowing.
When our next drink was ready, Pat handed one to me and tapped her cup with mine before chugging it all in one go. My eyes widened as I just watched her before shrugging and doing the same, grimacing again.
A bit grossed out because I wasn't deep enough where it tasted like water yet, I downed the rest of my water, swishing again.
Patricia had already drank way more than I had, because I decided I wanted to take it slow tonight. If I was honest, I didn't feel safe to get drunk while I wore such a short skirt. The spandex shorts underneath didn't make me feel the least bit safer. Considering they barely even covered my ass as well.
I shouldn't have trusted Patricia to pick out my costume. I was starting to think she picked the shortest skirt on purpose to match the short dress she picked for her own costume.
I looked away from Patricia for a bit to try and look for Blake again, only to turn around and see her sucking faces with a guy I'd never seen before. Hell, I didn't think she even knew who he was.
If that was her way to try and move on from her crush, she was gonna regret it by tomorrow.
Seeming to figure that out on her own, she ended up pushing him away from her and took my hand before walking away from the bar, where the guy was standing dumbfounded. She was groaning the entire time she was dragging me behind her, rubbing her temples with her free hand.
