b.e. short stories <3

does she ever tell you you're pretty?

Alexis could already tell you how tonight was going to go. She and her partner, Freya, would arrive to this party together. Give it an hour or so, and they'd be separated.

This happened every time Freya dragged Alexis to a party she was invited to.

Alexis was coming off a 9 hour shift, there was no doubt she was exhausted. She insisted Freya go to the party with her friends, knowing that would be how the night would go anyway.

But according to Freya, this party was not to be missed. Alexis, nor Freya, didn't even know who was hosting the party and were only invited through a friend of a friend.

They sat in the back of the Uber, Alexis fiddled with her necklace, slightly tipsy from the quick pregame drinks she'd downed the second she got home from work.

"Hey," Freya said, breaking Alexis' gaze from out the window.

Alexis turned to Freya, who then leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"If we leave early, we can finish off what we started," Freya whispered.

Before they had left, the pair had started an unintentional heated make-out.

Alexis' cheeks heated with a smile.

"Okay," She whispered back.

The Uber pulled up outside the house. The girls thanked the driver before getting out and heading through the gate to the backyard.

There were people everywhere. Alexis could only think of the poor person having to clean this up tomorrow morning.

They headed through the crowd, Freya looking down at her phone the entire time.

"Who are you looking for?" Alexis asked, already knowing the answer.

"My friends," Freya replied.

Now, Alexis didn't have a problem with Freya's friends at all. She just didn't quite click with them the same way she did with her own friends.

She wondered if they were here. Probably not, no one had mentioned a party in their group chat.

Meaning she was stuck having to make small talk with Freya's friends like they were strangers.

She followed behind Freya who had her hand behind her back for Alexis to grab onto. She gripped her girlfriends hand as they headed inside the house.

"Freya!" A voice yelled out. They turned to see the voice coming from the kitchen.

They headed over and set down their cooler, each grabbing a drink out.

Freya talked with her friends, Alexis awkwardly standing to the side.

She often felt like a child in these situations. Like when your mother runs into someone she knows at the shops, and now you're stuck there for an extra 30 minutes.

Suddenly, Alexis had finished her drink, yet to contribute a single word to the conversation.

She didn't even know what they were talking about. Something about an incident from high school???

"Alexis," She looked up to whoever was trying to get her attention. One of Freya's friends was passing her a shooter, she looked around noticing they each already had one ready to go.

They each tapped the necks of their tiny bottles, doing a cheers to something Alexis didn't know about.

She didn't care either, it was small but it felt good to be included in the group.

They each raised the bottles and attempted to down the liquid in one go. Alexis immediately recognised the taste of Tequila, her eyes squinting at the burn that sat at the back of her throat.