Entanglement of Time

Chapter 14: Party Blowout

Summary: It's wintertime now; this is Tamber smut basically. 

⚠: Smut, drug use, and underage alcohol use. 

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The cool night air wraps around Tara as she walks quietly down the dimly lit streets, her jacket pulled snugly around her shoulders. The muffled bass of music and laughter grows louder with each step she takes toward the fraternity house. Chad had officially made it into the football frat, earning his spot among the members with his skill, charisma, and easygoing personality.

It wasn't surprising—Chad had the perfect blend of athletic prowess and charm to fit the mold. To celebrate, the fraternity was throwing a massive party, the kind that spilled out onto lawns and echoed down the block.

Tara had accepted Chad's invitation, deciding she needed a break from her relentless study sessions. Now, as she reaches the house, the glow of string lights and the thrum of music greet her. She takes a deep breath, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face, and ascends the wooden steps. The faint creak beneath her feet is lost in the din of music and conversation as she steps inside.

The frat house is packed. Partygoers crowd every corner, chatting, dancing, and leaning against walls as the music pulses through the space. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, faint hints of cologne and the ever-present undertone of sweat from the press of bodies. Tara pauses just inside the door, her eyes scanning the crowd.

A light tap on her shoulder makes her turn, and she's met with a familiar smirk. Amber stands there, her presence magnetic as always. Her black military boots and cargo pants give her a laid-back yet effortlessly cool vibe, paired with her signature leather jacket. The T-shirt beneath clings just enough to highlight her toned frame, and Tara feels her cheeks flush before she can stop herself. Amber's dark eyes rake over Tara's white dress, and her smirk deepens.

"I didn't know you had any white dresses," Amber remarks, her voice smooth and teasing.

Tara shrugs, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah... it's the one you got me for my sixteenth birthday."

Amber's expression softens, a flicker of something warm passing through her eyes. "Good to know you still have it," she says, reaching out to cup Tara's chin gently in her hand. Her thumb brushes lightly against Tara's skin, sending a shiver down her spine. "You look good, by the way."

Tara's blush deepens, and she pulls her chin away from Amber's touch, more from nervousness than anything else. "Thanks, Ambs," she replies softly.

Amber's grin is easy, but there's a glimmer of something more in her gaze. She leans down and presses a quick kiss to Tara's forehead, her lips warm against Tara's cool skin. "You're welcome," she murmurs, stepping back with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now, let's get fucked up, huh?"

Tara laughs, the tension easing as Amber's playful demeanor takes over. "Alright," she agrees. "Lead the way."

Amber slips effortlessly through the crowd, Tara close on her heels. The way Amber moves—confident, unbothered—seems to carve a path through the chaos, the partygoers instinctively parting to let her pass. Tara can't help but notice how some heads turn to watch Amber, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity. Amber has that effect on people.

As they approach the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen, Amber leans close to Tara, her voice low and conspiratorial. "You know, after this, we could do something fun if you're up for it."

Tara raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of fun? Is that what the duffle bag is for?" she asks, gesturing toward the black bag slung over Amber's shoulder.