Leather Dreams

Party

Party (Chap 12)

Amaya pov:

We squeeze ourselves to the main heat of the party where perfumes and booze fill the air.

"This place is packed, I never knew so many people would be here," she shouts in front of me.

"I know, they sure as hell know a lot of people," I shout back at her over the pounding music.

People were dancing all around us or making out, or just being stupid. You know, a classical teenage party.

I saw one guy drink booze and then kiss a girl straight after, looking all flushed, stumbling over himself as I could practically see where this was going.

He flopped all his weight on her and they both collapsed on the floor as people laughed. He drunkly waved his arm up showing a sloppy smile and kissed her as she started to dance on him.

Do these people not know how gross that is?

"That guy is totally drunk," Milly laughs as I pull a disgusted face.

"There's Celeans girlfriend. Her names Anna," she pointed over to the steps where she was laughing with a redhead, eating cake.

She had jet black hair and bright red cheeks, most likely cause of the alcohol, with bright blue eyes.

We made our way over and she glances at us, before slumping into Millys arms.

"Girls, I'm so glad you made it. You're look like a mean motherfucker by the way. But a hot mean motherfucker. Are you not enjoying the party?" She looks over at my grossed out face by seeing someone run outside to puke.

"You're totally wasted," I peer at her and sigh, brushing a curl from my face.

"No, I'm a vampire,"  Anna wiggles her eyebrows at me and Milly rolls her eyes.

"At least you're having a good time," Milly mutters before then waving a hand in the crowd.

I turn and see Celean waking through and his eyes widened with recognition of me and then laughter after he saw his girlfriend drunk in Milly's arms.

"How's it going, ladies? Enjoying the party,"  he lets out a grin and gently takes Anna from Milly and lets her slump against him.

"It's a good place to puke and drink your heart out?" I stated as he laughed.

"That's the point of a good party. Crappy music, alcohol, people throwing up,"

"My definition of party is watching Netflix in bed," I muttered as he shook his head.

"Ahhh whatever, it's not your kinda thing. I get it, galleta de fuego," he smirks at me.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Firecracker. Didn't you learn Spanish at school?" He tilts his head at me.

"No, I did French instead," I adjusted myself and leaned on the stairs as I watched Celean kiss his girlfriend's forehead.

"I gotta take this one to bed but feel free to hang out for longer. I'm gonna make everyone get outta here in an hour anyway,"

Milly and I start to make our way to the kitchen when he stopped me.

"Your boyfriend is here," he shot me an evil smile.