Talent Exchange

Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Part 2

Alison's POV:

Oh my life! I was soooo drunk! But I couldn't help it. You know what they say, when in Rome- do what the Romans do. This was one of those situations but without the whole togas and chariot races. And Romans in general. The point is, my current state was not my fault. Well, not entirely anyway...

*Rewind a couple of hours*

After Riley dragged us onto the dance floor, the hypnotic beat of the song immediately caused me to start moving my hips. Grace, Cassie and Riley joined me and soon, we became a group of giggles and smiles. It was after about three songs that a cute guy caught my eye and offered to dance. I shot Riley and Grace a look only to notice the blonde was in the same predicament. My sarcastic brunette friend gave me a glare which translated into something along the lines of "you leave me and I will find you and kill you". I gave her a cheeky smile but went with the guy anyway. Oooohhh... This was so gonna come back to bite me in the ass later. Grace was left alone as Cassie was escorted away by her boyfriend Brett. The two of them were so damn cute! As we left the area, I could hear her angrily and animatedly muttering to herself. Poor Gracie, she need some serious help. As the mystery guy dragged me further into the sea of people on the dance floor, my vision of my slightly psychotic friend was obscured by his large muscled build. A slow song started to play and as if on instinct, my arms wrapped around the guys neck causing him to smirk while taking hold of my waist. As we swayed to the mellow music, his hands seemed to drift closer to my butt. I let out a soft growl and whispered harshly into his ear.

"If your hands go any lower, I'll cut them off and shove them down your throat." My threat hadn't seemed to affect him in the slightest since he chuckled at it and then guided me back into the kitchen as the song came to an end. There were a few couples that were making out against the marble counter tops and beige coloured walls. However, I actually remained sceptic about whether these people were couples or just singles that were looking for a casual hook up. But what I did know was that the male and female who were currently dry humping by the door were making me gag. But my thoughts were soon disturbed by a red cup filled to the brim with a dark liquid being suddenly shoved in my face. I followed the hand to its owner only to find the face of the douche bag guy in all his ridiculous gorgeousness and ass holiness.
"You want a sip?" He gave me another smirk and it just made me want to smother it in bleach.

"I would but then I'm afraid I'd join you in having an IQ lower than a two year old." I replied coldly giving my best fake smile and a shrug of my shoulders. His smug grin dropped off his face.

"Are you calling me stupid?" His face became menacing but I stood my ground. Momma didn't raise no chicken.

"Well I sure as hell aren't calling you smart." I could here some muffled laughter coming from around the kitchen. Damn it, we had an audience.

"Listen here bitch, I might be stupid but at least I'm not afraid of a drink." The ashen haired guy retorted angrily. A chorus of 'ooh's were echoed. Oh heeeellllll no! He was NOT winning this. I sent a chilling glare around the room before plucking the red solo cup out of his hand and gulping down the contents in one go- ignoring the slight burning sensation deep in my throat.

"What was that you were saying?" A large crowd was starting to develop in the kitchen due to the rowdiness those that were already there. The guy, who's name I had yet to learn, raised an eyebrow at me in what could only be described as admiration. His green eyes lit up in excitement.

"Okay, so you've proved that you can down a single cup of cheap beer. Congratulations, it doesn't mean shit." I let out a humourless chuckle which turned into a psychopathic cackle. From the corner of my eye, I noticed people distancing themselves away from me. Yeah, that's right. Be afraid of the British girl.