A pure, virginal Rose moves into her first year at NYU. She tries to navigate balancing her studies and trying to find "the one" to lose her virginity to. She's gone this long without having sex, so whoever takes it needs to be up to her standards...
Knowing that this booth is Vinnie's prompts me to swiftly take two more shots of rum.
"Come on Cass, let's dance" I say trying to get as far away from him as I can.
"Uhm ok, let's do it." she responds
We take to the dance floor and start moving to some house music. It's not long before a couple girls find their way to our old spots in the booth. Patrick waves them off, but Vinnie locks eyes with me and invites them to sit next to him.
I try to take my mind off of him and just let the alcohol take over. I'm definitely feeling tipsy, if not a little more.
I borrowed another outfit from Cass's closet, this one is a black dress with a cowl neck scooping down to my belly button. I'm an attractive girl and I know it, but I wasn't prepared for the attention I was getting in this dress.
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One lucky man approached me as the shots took their effect and asked to buy me a drink. He was tall and muscular. Definitely older, but with a soft and inviting face. We headed toward the bar together and I ordered a vodka cran.
"My name is Damien." he says, handing over his Amex to the bartender.
"Well thanks for the drink Damien. I'm Rose." I say planning my escape route back to Cass.
While looking for Cass and Patrick in the crowd, my eyes graze across the sight of Vinnie making out with one of the girls who sat down earlier. I chug my drink and realize that Damien is actually very attractive.
"Look at that, my drink seems to have finished itself. How about a dance?" I ask him.
"Well how could I ever refuse an offer from a pretty girl like you?"
We make our way through the crowd, right in the eyeline of Vinnie's booth. I turn my back to Damien and dance to the music, softly grinding on him to the beat. His hands are softly grabbing my hips and guiding me into his rhythm.
After only a few moments, I completely forget about Vinnie and whatever slut he's off with. In fact, my senses narrow solely to the music and my dancing. That's when I realize I may have drank more than I can handle.
"One sec, I have to head to the bathroom." I tell Damien apologetically.
My stomach is jumping up and down. I hear Cass calling after me as I run to the women's room. Miraculously there is no line, so I head to the nearest stall and sit down. I hang my head in my hands and try to ignore my spinning feeling.
"Rose, you in here?" Cass says with fear in her voice.
I muster up all the stability I have in my body to respond to her. I can't let her think I'm some small town girl who can't handle her liquor.
"Yeah babe. I just had to piss like my life was depending on it." I say feigning a laugh.
"Oh thank God, I thought you were gonna puke or something. That would have been mortifying in front of all these seniors."
"OMG, never."
The next few seconds in the stall pass like hours as I pull myself up and shake my head. Most of the dizzy feeling has settled, so I can walk out and wash my hands like I wasn't just fighting for my life in a dingy club bathroom.
"Hurry up slowpoke, I heard they were giving out shots."
"Oh great! I'm coming."
We head back out to take some shots in the booth and my vision starts getting spotty.
Vinnie
My hands are wrapped around the waist of some girl in the booth when Cassandra and freshie come out of the bathroom. She looks so damn good in that black dress. I can sniff out a virgin from miles away, but the way she's dressed and the way she moved with that guy would have fooled me.
She didn't make me jealous, but she took me off guard. I couldn't stop staring at her hips and ass practically hanging out of her dress. She was grinding like no one could see her. My mind couldn't help itself from imagining her in my room dancing like that for me.
Freshie looks a little off balance leaving the bathroom, but I can't tell if she's too drunk or if it's just her heels bothering her. Patrick pours a couple shots for the group and passes them out. I take the one meant for freshie before she can grab it.
"Hey, you sure you want to take this?" I say holding her shot glass hostage.
Most girls can't handle dark liquor, so I just like to be sure.
"You have no clue what I can and can't handle." she says, looking at me like I've just dared her to take it.
"Alright." I shrug my shoulders. My job is done, I've done all I can.
"Cin Cin!" I cheer, raising my shot in the air to cheer with everyone.
Shortly after we take our round of shots, I see freshie sink into the booth and close her eyes. Her head slowly descends towards her chest. She looks a little too relaxed and far too drunk.
"Hey, Rose you ok?" Cassandra asks, shaking a bit on the shoulder.
The light touch of Cassandra's shake causes freshie to fall to her side on the booth. Cassandra squeals, she's so fucking dramatic.
"Move!" I say
My finger raises up towards the freshie's nose to check that she's still breathing. My heart steadies as I realize she's breathing and probably got just a little too drunk. I close her legs to protect her modesty while she's passed out.
"Fuck, fuck. What are we gonna do?!" Cassandra says in that stupid fucking voice.
"Can you grab her Patrick? What the fuck are you freaking out about?" I say trying to keep every ounce of my composure.
"I can't take her back to Hastings like this, Vinnie. The RAs are already on our asses for leaving looking like this." She motions to their outfits.
"First, don't call me that. Call me Vincenzo or better yet, don't call me anything at all. She'll be fine, you can stay at my place tonight. I'll call a car."
Cassandra rolls her eyes and cowers into Patrick's chest. What a fucking baby. I call my driver to pick us up at the entrance.
"Alright freshie, time to get up." I say into her ear.
There is a curl covering her face and a softly swipe it away as I pick her up, cradling her in my arms. I bring her out to the car and lay her down in the back.
"Portaci a casa" I order the driver. (Take us home)
Freshie has her head leaning on my lap until we arrive at my apartment. I carry her up and lay her in my bed.
