His Shortcake

Chapter Five ~Just a bit tipsy~

~Just a bit tipsy~

The girls showed up like they said they would. I was already showered and had my hair curled. I just needed to get dressed.

"Put the dress on first so you don't get makeup on it." Laura says.

The dress was black, stopped at my mid thigh, the back was backless down to where the top of my ass was. The front had a small heart shaped hole showing the skin between my boobs.

"Damn I wish I had your figure." Grace says looking at me then herself.

She was petite, her brown hair was up in a pony that had been straightened. Her dress was dark blue that hugged her chest then flowed out.

"Grace don't be silly, you're beautiful." I say rolling my eyes at her.

"She kind of have a point. Grace is beautiful, but you are sexy." Maddie chimes in.

"Sit down so I can do my thang." Laura says. I obey and she begins her miraculous work on my face.

"Done." She says after forty five minutes. Yes I was timing her. When she steps to the side, I'm amazed that she managed to make the bruise disappear.

"I have to admit I'm impressed." I say eyeing her work.

"Of course you are. Now get your shoes on and let's go." When they see me going for my converse they stop me.

"You can't let you ruin your amazing look with those shoes. Here." She produces some black heels.

"I can't wear heels." I whine.

"Well you're gonna learn today." Maddie says. I put them on and stand up feeling unsteady. They let me practice for a couple minutes before we leave.

Dad and Reed had both fallen asleep, so I didn't have to try and sneak out. The party was like every other one. There were kids scattered through the place, drinking, hooking up, throwing up, playing stupid games.

I get a drink and make my way to an empty spot in what I guessed was a game room. There was a pool table, some arcade game machines, two leather sofas. I had lost the other girls a bit ago.

"Well fancy seeing you here shortcake." God why did he have to be everywhere.

"Don't call me that." I glare at him.

"You didn't seem to mind it the first day." He chuckles and sits beside me leaving space between us.

"That's because I was concussed." I say.

"You know, I don't think I recall ever seeing you at any party. Is this your first one?"

"That would be because your usually to busy sucking face with that wench." I roll my eyes taking a sip.

"Wench? That's a new one. So I gotta ask what did that poor mail do to you earlier?" He dangles his cup holding it from the rim.

"None of your business." Another sip. I normally paced myself, but tonight, I just wanted to forget everything.

"It seems like you don't like me very much." He chuckles.

"Oh? What gave you that idea?" I ask in a sick sweet voice.

"Let's see. You threw up on me, you slammed a door in my face, you roll your eyes anytime I look at you, now you're just being mean." He was definitely amused.

"Trust me that wasn't mean. Mean was me earlier when that wench and dick bag came up to me to check on me. Of course I called her a whore then." I can't help but laugh remembering her face.

"I prefer whore over wench." He informs me. "Do you know how to play?" He asks standing up fixing the pool balls.

"You want to play pool?" I ask eyeing him suspiciously.

"Are you scared you're gonna lose?" He smirks.

"Absolutely not." I down my drink putting the empty cup down and standing up.

He grins like he has accomplished something big. I grab a stick ready to beat his ass. "Wait." He comes over grabbing the stick from my hands and rotating it. "Now go."

"I knew that." I roll my eyes at him and when I go to hit the white ball I miss completely.

"Wow impressive." He says.

"Why the heck are there two white balls?" I stand back up glaring at him.

"I think you may be a little tipsy." He comes over. "Let me help you." He says.

He comes behind me. "Slightly bend at the waist." He instructs, I do. Still standing behind me I can feel his hot breath on my neck, making it hard to focus. His arms wrap around me. One of his rough hands cover one of my small hands.

I kinda lost focused when his whole front was pushed against my back side. When my arm jerks, I hear the balls clash.

"Look at that, you did it." He says. I blink a few times staring at the scattered balls. He steps away and grabs his own stick. I watch as he leans over with full concentration and hits a ball in.

"Your turn." He stands back up amused, probably because I look a bit confused. My whole body was tingling.

"That's not how you play pool." I finally snap out of my trance.

"It is when my opener is drunk."

"Tipsy." I correct him.

"Sure, tipsy." He laughs.

For the next hour we go back and forth with playful banter, but mine wasn't meant to be playful, I was trying to be mean.

"Well looks like I win." He says as the last ball falls into the pocket.

"You suck." I pout and flop back into the couch.

"By how things just went. You're the one who sucks." He grabs his drink.

"Gimme." I snatch it from him and take a sip. I frown at it then him.

"Water? Really?" I ask.

"I gotta drive myself home." He says.

"Well I need another drink, if you plan on annoying me more." I say.

"That sounds like a fun time but I actually gotta go. Things to do."

"What things could you possibly have to do at one in the morning." I ask.

"I'd offer to bring you, but you're wasted. So next time if you don't drink I'll show you what I have to do." With that he leaves. Leaving me quite confused.

"Whatever, I need another drink." It's my last coherent thought.