GIRLS - The Kid LAROI
Wednesday night equals girl's night in apartment 303.
Girls' night normally consists of two things. One is whatever activity we pull from Cassandra, our very own god-awful cookie jar that looks exactly like Sissy's horrible babysitter from when she was a child and some good ole wine. It's my week to choose the take-out we order for delivery which means the remaining three girls rock-paper-scissors over who gets to pick from Cassandra.
I'm not sure why we fight over who gets to fist Cassandra but we just...do?
Hearing a triumph "Fuck you and especially fuck you!" I know that Noelia has won. She has the tendency to be a bit aggressive. Miss Ray of fucking Sunshine herself comes skipping in, digging into Cassandra. "And this week's winner isss, drum roll please." The three of us bang our fists on the counter.
Why would you say that? Of course, our neighbours love us!
"Drunk paint swap!" Ah, a favourite of ours. Basically, we eat, fill up on wine, and swap our painting every five minutes in a circle. Exciting, I know. Getting to fist Cassandra gives you automatic rights to the playlist of the night as well. You could say there are many perks of being with Cassandra.
Bringing our respective room bean bags we place them in a circle after moving our coffee table to the kitchen. While we wait for our food, we gossip and have a pillow- I'm just fucking with you. Sort of.
Filling our glasses to the brim, it's tradition to chug our first glass. Appetizer? Refilling and settling down the first one to speak is Sissy. "So ladies. I want to hear about this steamy body shot I missed last Friday." And on today's menu, Evangeline Athena Love! Eat your fucking hearts out.
"Oh, oh, me first" Monica practically bounces in excitement. Eye fucking roll. "The man basically went down on Evan right in front of our eyes-"
"No the fuck he did not-"
"Did too-"
"Did NOT-"
As if Noelia could physically see the steam coming out of my ears, she pipes in. That could have gone on all night. "He may not have gone down on Evangeline but oh boy did he want to. That man was eyeing her up like she was just served out on a dinner plate." Yeah, apparently the main fucking course. Ughhhh.
"You should have seen him Sis. He had his hands all over her. I've never seen straight porn, but that is exactly what I imagine it is." Monica quips- just chug. Refilling my glass I lay back on my bean bag and close my eyes. "Seriously I couldn't keep my eyes away, I had to find a random chick to make out with to make sure I was still fucking gay." Monica says putting her glass down.
"Hey, you may have been questioning if you still like women, but I was questioning if I did like women. The way Evan was all hot and bothered, phew" Noelia states while fanning her face off with her hand. "Okay you guys are being dramatic, it was one body shot. Roman's probably done ten thousand on that same table." I say sitting up straighter. That should put them in their place. Hmph.
"Oh no baby, you keep dreaming. You just met Roman, I've known him for a whole year. That man has NEVER taken his time or touched every inch of any girl's body during a body shot. It was like it was only you two in that room" Might as well have been.
"Well he said I wasn't his type so..." I state, looking anywhere but at Noelia. "Evangeline," Noelia says making me look in her eyes. Guilty. "Bullshit". Noelia can read me like an open book. When she knows I'm lying she calls bullshit. "NOT bullshit," I say looking right into her eyes. Guilty times ten. Dammit.
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