fallout - r.b.

twenty five

i bet that you look good on the dancefloor - arctic monkeys

"Did I mention you both look amazing?" George complimented as he glanced between Shayla and I. His eyes lingered on her, lips pulling into a smirk as she beamed at him.

"Yeah, if you two are the vampires, I wouldn't mind getting bitten," Blake agreed cheekily. I covered up my blush with a smirk and a witty remark.

"Careful what you wish for." I took a sip of my drink while Shay finished setting up for pre's. She cranked up the volume on the speakers, music filling the room--loud enough for it to feel fun and exciting, but not so loud that we couldn't hear each other talking. Cups, shot glasses, and soda cans piled up on the coffee table. Blake and George brought some beers, and between that and the two handles of vodka that Reece bought, we were well equipped to get shitfaced tonight.

"Right, time to get bloody," Shay announced, holding up a tube of fake blood.

"What about Reece? Wasn't he just going to change? He's been gone a while..." George pointed out. I noticed he had in fact been up there for a while. We were all nearly finished with our first round of drinks, plus the shots we started with. I was already feeling tipsy.

"I'll go check on him," Shay groaned. "Ren, start doing Blake," she handed me the fake blood.

"That sounded funny," I giggled as I stood up.

"Let's go to the kitchen, in case it drips on the floor," Blake suggested.

"Good call," I nodded and led him into the kitchen. Shayla darted up the stairs as George started pouring the next round of shots.

"This might ruin your shirt." I looked up at Blake with a wince as I unscrewed the lid.

"That's alright, I figured it would. Thought the white top would look the coolest." He smiled.

"Okay, I don't really know what I'm doing but- lemme just-" I brought the tube to his neck and let a few drops of blood drip onto his skin.

"What, you've never covered anyone in blood before?" He asked with a chuckle. I took a step back to look up at him again, narrowing my eyes goofily. "I'm just saying, this is serious business, and you're telling me you're inexperienced?" He mocked.

"Fine, fine. You can do it yourself if you don't trust me," I played along with his bit, pretending to walk away. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back in front of him. I froze for a second as I met his eyes.

"Nooo, I trust you." He smirked. "You can do whatever you want with me." Between how close I was standing to him and the alcohol coursing through me I couldn't help but interpret his comment in a not-so-innocent way. I felt heat rising to my cheeks as he smiled back at me, and I quickly masked it with an act of confidence.

"Right, well for starters," I brought my fingers to his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers trailed over each button, slightly grazing his skin, as I made my way down his chest. "This will make your outfit look better," I explained, stopping about halfway down his torso. I poured a bit of the fake blood onto my index finger and started dabbing it on his neck to give it that signature vampire bite look.

I heard Shayla come back downstairs and pull George up off the couch.

"Reece said he'd be down in a minute." She explained. She headed towards me and stuck out her hand. "Gimme a bit of that," she gestured to the fake blood. I squeezed some out onto her palm and she immediately brought her hand to George's face, trailing her fingers down the side of his face and leaving harsh streaks of red glistening.