LUXURY

＂Ｃｈａｍｐａｇｎｅ Ｉｓ Ａ Ｒｅｂｏｕｎｄ＂ (3/4)

Jac could barely hear the loud music bumping from every section of the estate. She couldn't hear Lindsey Wells' screech as she was drenched in Krug champagne "accidentally" by freshman Connor Royce, nor Benny Costa nearly screaming her name from somewhere outside.

All she could focus on was the hands trailing slowly from the small of her back to the edge of her soaked Milly dress that she had made a fuss over just that morning, tasting champagne, marijuana, and a dash of asshole on Asher's lips - 'or was it Craig?'

She'd only kissed four boys in her entire life; Damon Felix being her first, some random kid at a middle school mixer during a game of Truth Or Dare, a random guy to make Damon jealous, and Alabaster's old drug supplier-gone-military-school, Jared Hayward - who she pretty much used to make Damon jealous.

However, she'd never really kissed someone random just for the hell of it and the dark-haired East Prep player who kept reminding her he played Soccer for the most irrelevant team in California - 'who even knew Soccer was still a thing?' - was, while very annoying, A-okay for a kisser.

Although now that Jac really thought on it, Asher-Craig was all grope and it had to be the E she'd taken on the way to the party that was making her so euphorically zoned out.

Whatever.

Jac melted deeper into the kiss, wrapping her arms around 'whatever-his name-was,' neck as his hands slowly went from the hem of her designer dress back to her long violet sleeves, tugging at the fabric so that one sleeve fell down her shoulder.

He managed to pull at the lacy strap of her white floral Dolce & Gabbana bra before somewhere in her hazy mind, she remembered there was actually a game going on outside and pulled away.

Asher-Craig blinked as if he'd just been woken up from a dream - and was pretty disappointed it was over, staring at her as if she was some gigantic billboard in New York. "Why are you so beautiful?" He breathed dreamily.

"What's your name again?"

He frowned. "Asher." However, all Jac heard was Lobster and suddenly all she could think of was one of the ritzy pubs he had taken her to once where lobster was on the menu.

Great, now she was being pathetic.

Asher was apparently about to say something else but at that moment, Brett Richers pulled open the door of the Mont Vernon's large, and cozy, unheated sauna, nearly stumbling over his own red-plaid Stahekeem slippers.

He gave them a lopsided grin before turning back to their exclusive group of players gathered in the only study on the entire estate - because the Mont Vernons weren't really into books or looking like they were either. "Nope, no one getting their freak on in heeeereee, folks," He announced as if he were the annoying host that hosted every Beverly Hills auction.

Jac couldn't even properly roll her eyes because she was far too mellowed out to be annoyed. Instead she barely gave Lobster a glance before sitting cross-legged next to Mia Matthews who looked like a cocoa-skinned Victoria's Secret model in a pink Natori 'Nirvana' robe.

"Who are the next victims that shall enter the sauna of love and discover themselves?" Brett asked loudly, stepping directly on freshman Connor Royce's hand - who yelped like the beep of a maxed out AmEx- as he moved to the center of their circle.

They - as in Mia, Brett, Jac, Lobster, Connor, Lindsey Wells, Seth, and a bunch of other familiar faces that Jac was too tipsy to put a name to - had all gathered for a throwback to middle school because it was only appropriate considering the house was crawling with tweens. And that throwback was the horrible game just for horny teenagers; 'Seven Minutes in Heaven,' in which potential victims literally picked eachother's credit cards from a Paris-printed box with the twist that anyone who refused to enter the "Sauna of Love" had to do something completely outrageous.