Friends On A Rooftop

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Jades POV :
4 and a half coke and vodkas down and it's fair to say i'm enjoying myself.
I thought coming out tonight would be a bad idea because i thought i needed some space from Perrie after the whole 'dream' situation, but turns out being drunk in a club with my closest friends dancing to music is all i needed.
It's a good reminder that no matter what confusing dream i woke up from this morning...everything between me and Perrie is normal. And it feels reassuring to know that i don't have to worry about it as much as i was.

I look down at my now empty glass "Jade are you going to get another drink?" Jesy shouts as loud as she can over the music, i nod at her (trying to save my voice from tomorrows show).
"Can you get a tray of shots while your at it please and bring it to the booth over there?" she shouts again, i give her a thumbs up and head over to the bar.

"hey miss what can i get for you" i turn my head from the dance floor and over to the most oddly perfect looking face on a man i had ever seen in my life. It had taken me aback a little, it's very rare to see an attractive male. He gives me a cheeky smile as he sees me observing his face, but of course it even more rare to find an attractive man with a good personality. I can already tell his ego doesn't need any more boosting.

"Can i get a tray of vodka shots please?" i ask trying to avoid his overly charming gaze, he thinks he is the shit huh? I chuckle to myself a little.

"some thing funny huh?" he says getting all the shot glasses "sorry, it's nothing" i reply looking down at my hands, i don't want to give him the wrong impression.
"what's your name miss?" he asks. Good manners tho, i will give him that.
"Jade" i reply "You having a nice night tonight jade?" he asks pouring the drinks, he's way nicer than i thought he was gonna be "I am actually thank you for asking, you?" i say trying to make a little small talk, i hate small talk.

i feel an arm glide around my side and a figure come up next to me, i turn and see perrie smiling back "hey babe" she says quickly and i give her a smile back "i'm just ordering shots for our table so you don't need to buy another drink right now hun" i tell her "babe u can't pay for all of that" she says.

"it's on me" i hear the man's voice say across the bar, we both turn our heads "i can't let you do that" i say a bit shocked, shots are not cheap in clubs (especially in America).
"Yes you can, let me repay you" he insists, repay me? repay me for what? "and what would you be repaying me for?" i asked "for gracing me with your presence tonight of course" he says and slides the tray in-front of me.

My face twitches the tiniest bit from the cliche compliment but i give him a smile for being so kind "thank you so much...." i realise i'm yet to know his name "kai" he finishes my sentence "thank you kai, have a nice rest of your night" as i pick up the tray he nods and moves on to his next customer.

i walk away, heading for our table with Perrie following up behind me "fOR gRaCINg mE WitH yoUR pREsEnce" perrie mocks in a funny voice into my ear coming up next to me. I can't help but chuckle "shush you" i say laughing "CRINGE" she says with a disgusted face "leave him alone he was being nice" i say setting the tray of shots down on the table "you didn't atleast cringe a little when he said that?" she asked sitting far into the booth, she knows me too well "exactly" she says as i join the table opposite her and i roll my eyes at her playfully.

It's not long before everyone gathers around the table taking a shot each, we all lift our shots in the air "cheers to success mother fuckersssss" one of the dancers shouts we all quickly knock back the drinks, the burn from my throat causing my whole body to jerk in disgust.

I couldn't bring myself to have any more shots so i've just had a couple more coke and vodkas, fair to say everyone is a lot more drunk than we originally planned but we are still sticking to our 'home time' we all agreed that we are going to leave in an hour for our future selves sake.

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