A Night To Taste

Chapter 1 : Katerine

I am not a morning person. Neither I love late nights or partying. 

Nope! Parties are just not my way of living. I love my 8 hours of sleep. Or even 10.

 But she is the opposite of me. And by opposite I don't mean that she is a party person but also she doesn't sleeps a wink. I am starting to think that she is ghost and doesn't needs to sleep.

Oh, I forgot, by she I mean my best friend, Nate. Natalie Grace.

Guess, I am just fine being the sleeping beauty. I will still prefer my precious sleep.

But, HELL. This is wrong. So fucking wrong.

Scratch that. She is the WBF. Worst Best Friend. I will abso-fucking-lutely kick her ass once I am sober enough.

Well, I have been drinking with Nate, for...

I don't know how much time we've spent drinking, shaking our ass on every beat while the song plays at a sound which will make us deaf if we keep listening to it.

"HEYY! Come oonnnn" she shrieks. I swear to god I want to kick her ass out of my house for what she did.

"Still mad at me?" She asks flashing her puppy eyes. I glare at her. Hope she understands that a party at my house will not make me agree to this. Losing my precious sleep only gets it worse. So, instead of answering I keep glaring at her.

She gasps realizing I have been throwing daggers at her. She is just too drunk to think. "I'm offended," In an instant, she says changing her puppy eyes to the normal cat eyes she has.

 I am just so mad at her so, her offended state means nothing if compared to my wrath. I continue to glare.

"Aww, as much as you're hot, you are even more ado-" She falls on the floor with a loud thump. Eyes closed. God, if these are her last words to me then you may take my soul too so that I can fight with her about the shit she did in hell. Plus, I will have no worries for tomorrow.

First, I need to pick her up and not-so-gently throw her on the bed. Just when I'm about to carry her in my arms-

"Adorable when angry" she laughs while saying. "Oh! did I scare you?" she giggles again. Guess even if I'm mad at her I won't be able to imagine my life without her.

So, we go to the room. Correction: I dragged her out because she didn't want to leave. Once we both settle ourselves on bed I examine my surroundings looking for all the nuisance I will find in the morning. Still, this house is so much better when there isn't any loud music.

Guess, its just the time to unleash the monstrosity inside her brain. Kate, Take deep breaths and ask the drunken Nate. So, gathering all my anger bottled inside me I ask her.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU THINK WHILE DOING THAATTTTT??" I make sure that I'm yelling at her so she knows that she fucked up.

"Oh, I guess that everyone is human being and-" she gulps invisible water.

"Anndd-" I dare her to continue cause I know she will come up with some shitty excuse.

"And, they all need some, uhm, you know fun" she says without making eye contact with me. I signal her to continue with my hand.

She gulps again "You know, I just  want you to have some fun." Before she can explain any further I throw a pillow at her but the bastard has been with me for so much time that she knows when, where and what I will throw at her. She dodges.

 " Your idea of fun and my idea of fun is fucking different. Do you even know how the fuck you spell it? D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-T. Don't let me remind you again."

"Yes madam, but-" she trails off.

"But what?" I ask. Some little innocent part of me is curious how the fuck does her 'genius' brain works.

"Okay, let me tell you. Its literally unfair for a..." She takes a deep breath and continues. "..Hot woman, height - 5'5, age -24, appearance - long silky golden-brown hair, porcelain skin, big nice ass and tits, forest green eyes, huh."

My mouth hangs open. I am genuinely shocked that she described me in a whole fucking sentence without waiting for oxygen to get into her lungs. She is the only person who knows me this well but still. I would say it is the best description about me I've heard from anyone else. Minus the big nice- Forget that.

"Okay, so what with my height, looks and what not. What's wrong with that?" I am curious so I need to know.

"Well, to remain a virgin. Like, HELL, who is virgin nowadays. Everyone is sexually active. And you my girl," she jabs a finger at me. " You're too good to remain a virgin. Every man dreams of having someone like you in their bed. You're doing humanity just the opposite of favor by not being available while I just served them." She says the last sentence with a wink.

" And your idea of service is just horrible as hell."