HER SISTER (18+) (GXG)

Shots & Bathroom Stalls

"You know they have bottles in the section right?"

Mili raised an amused brow, "I wanted a different one."

I lazily raised my brows as I leaned my cheek against the palm of my hand, "And now you're getting a mixed drink?" I said, and by my tone it was clear that I was insinuating something.

Mili tilted her head, "Is that an issue with you?"

I shrugged, "I don't know—is the bartender an issue with you?" I said, boldly calling her out.

It wasn't that it was an issue for me if the bartender was an issue with her—I just simply wanted to hear her say it. 

Luckily, the woman had gone off to the back to grab more cherries, so she wouldn't have to be awkwardly overhearing our conversation.

Mili's lips twitched up into a smirk, "Ana please," she laughed, clearly amused by my accusation.

I only hummed as I leaned away from my hand, "There's not much else to assume when you come over here—practically putting on a show," I reminded her.

Mili's amused smirk grew, subtly flashing her grill as she said, "We both know that I don't need to put on a show."

And with her insinuative tone and the look she was giving me—it basically felt like she was staking her claim.

Like she knew I wasn't looking at anyone in that manner.

And she was right.

But I still had to have the upper hand—I'm starting to learn how pesky my ego can be at times thanks to therapy.

Mili's dark eyes shifted up slightly as I stood to my full height, easily rising slightly above her in my tall heels.

And as I leaned into her slightly, I navigated to her ear and said, "You don't have to put on a show—but clearly you like to."

And before she could form some sort of rebuttal, I grabbed my drink and wandered off into the crowd.

And as I navigated over toward my section of friends—I felt powerful.

So powerful that I ended up organizing another round of shots for us to take.

Even when Mili seemed to come back over with her freshly made mixed drink—I couldn't help but glance over to her.

She seemed neutral as she sipped on her drink, eyeing Ryder who was now dancing with a random cowboy hat on.

"Are you having fun?" Mya called out to me over the music.

I nodded almost immediately, "Yeah—"

I suddenly glanced over when a random brunette girl passed into our section, easily grabbing Mili's hand and guiding her off into the crowd.

It doesn't bother me.

That's not me being in denial or trying to convince myself.

It just genuinely doesn't bother me—again, I can't help outside circumstances.

Nor Mili's actions.

Mya suddenly looped our arms—guiding us away from the section as she grabbed Arielle's arm too.

"What's going on?" Arielle called out with furrowed brows.

But as soon as Mya navigated us to one of the bathrooms and locked us all in the big stall, I knew why she was pulling us aside.

"Mya it doesn't bother me—honestly I'm good," I assured my best friend who just wanted to check on me.

Arielle leaned against the wall of the large stall, "I'm so confused, what happened?" she said, and I couldn't miss how her words stuck together.