Rinai POV
I wake to the slamming of a door and the sounds of groaning from the living room. Rolling myself out of bed I stumble into the living room where Bailey has finally made an appearance, laying face down in the couch clutching her blonde hair-covered head.
I don't even bother to address her, simply walking to the kitchen and grabbing two ibuprofen and a glass of water before making my way back to my clearly hung-over friend.
"Here, take these." I say, offering the pills in my hand, "It should take the head ache away- well, for now at least." I can't help but be mildly amused at her groaned thank you and sluggish movements.
I told her not to go out, and she did anyway. I tried to warn her. I felt kind of smug, if I was being completely honest. I sit slowly down on the couch next to her head, careful not to jostle her too much.
"So how was your night?" I ask in fake innocence. She looks up at me with her light blue eyes slightly hazy and unfocused. Bailey shoots me a lazy smile and stretches her limbs out slightly. My eyes widen at the sight of her body.
Her arms, neck, collarbones, everything I could see were covered in hickeys. Dark, purple, sore looking hickeys. "Damn," I let out a low whistle. "Who gave you those?"
Bailey wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at me, slowly pulling herself into a sitting position next to me. "How about this," She suggests, "You make me breakfast, and I'll give you the juicy details of my rendezvous with the guy I have named 'Butt Boy'."
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As I slide the last pancake onto a plate in front of Bailey, she shoots me an appreciative look and digs in. I laugh at her scramble for food and place the pan in the sink before taking a seat across the kitchen bench from her.
"Okay, hit me with what happened." I demand as she stops eating to finally take a breath. Bailey pretends not to hear me, looking away and scratching at her neck. That is, until she scratches a hickey and lets out a small hiss of pain and I let out a laugh.
"Tell me!" I beg after finishing laughing, grabbing her wrist to stop her from shoving the next forkful of pancake into her mouth. She rolls her eyes and puts her fork down and leans back in the chair, faking not wanting to tell me. "Oh come on, you bitch, tell me!"
She lets out another sigh and looks away into the distance. "Butt Boy." She breathes dreamily. "Damn, did that boy know what to do with his hands! And his tongue! God damn!" She practically moans.
"Okay I don't need those types details, I want to know who he is!" I groan, slapping a hand to my forehead dramatically. Bailey shoves another pancake in her mouth whilst I speak, so I have to impatiently wait whilst she chews and swallows.
"So you know how I went out last night? Yeah well we went to a new place called 'Mahiki' and it's top shit, ya' know? Like, all the celebrities go there when they're in London. Anyway, so me and Keeva from English Lit. and Nicole from our Legal Studies class, are like dancing and stuff, and then boom out of fucking no where comes this absolute babe of a guy."
Bailey's sentence drifts off a the thought of this guy and I have to snap my fingers in front of her face to get her to look at me. I send her a 'come on, seriously?' look, and told her to keep to the story.
"Okay so up comes Butt Boy and these other two guys- one had heaps funky hair and the other was like a fucking giraffe he was that tall. Anyway, Butt Boy and the other two are totally chatting us up and Butt Boy takes me over to the bar, buys me a couple drinks and then things got a little bit more flirty."
"Sounds like a sleazy guy trying to pick up chicks to me." I state, tearing a piece of pancake from Bailey's plate. She shakes her head instantly.
"No, no, no! This guy was totally smooth and chill and we kinda' just... clicked, ya' know? So he leans over to me and whispers something in my ear that I really can't repeat and I tell the girls that I'm leaving with Butt Boy and we head back to his place."
"You ditched the girls! Bailey, they could've been drugged, or raped, or assaulted or-"
"Chill, babe, I texted them when I got to Butt Boy's, and before I went to sleep and when I woke up. They were with the other guys all night as well."
I purse my lips, still not really happy that Bailey and the other girls were so readily trusting of these strangers. "So we head back to his place and he tells me that his mate won't be home tonight so we can make as much noise as we want. And let me tell you, what we were doing... yeah, there was no way in hell that it was ever going to be quiet."
"Too much information, Bailey! Oh my god!" I screech, covering my ears. Despite blocking my ears I hear her laughing. I shake my head at her idiocy and remove my hands.
"I haven't even given you the full run down of what happened though!" She continued laughing until she stopped suddenly, grabbing her head. "Butt Boy was incredible, let me tell you. Such a fucking shame I didn't get his number before I bolted from his apartment this morning. I'd love to go another couple rounds with him."
"Another couple? How many times did you fuck the guy?!" I ask shocked. She sends me a wink before standing from the seat.
"That is for me to know and for you to only imagine." She teases, stumbling away into the bathroom.
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image above is the girl who plays Bailey. Julianne Hough is gorgeous, i have such an obsession for her *insert heart eye emoji*

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