Friends

Part 3

You slam your shot down onto the bar with a victorious grin, Ryan slamming his down seconds too late.

"You lose!" You crow, laughing at his disappointed expression. "Five bucks, hand it over!"

You'd gotten quite a tolerance for alcohol in the past couple months, you weren't quite as much of a lightweight as before, which all the guys were learning the hard way.

Ryan grumbles as he peels the five out of his wallet, reluctantly handing it over to you. You immediately turn to the bartender, waving it at him as you order another drink.

You had a nice buzz going.

You weren't over the top drunk, yet, but you were definitely heading that way.

Which is exactly what you wanted.

After the episode a few hours earlier with your ex, you wanted to get so plastered the guys had to haul you back over their shoulders; normally, that would have mortified you, but that the moment, that was sort of your goal.

When you and Chris had managed to clean up the busted glass in your bedroom, you'd shooed everyone out and told them all to get ready, you were going to show them the bars and clubs of the town!

And you had.

This was the third bar, and you'd swept them through two different clubs.

You'd lost Ricky and Devin somewhere in the second club, and you had no idea where Balz had gotten off too, you were pretty sure he was across the room playing pool with some biker looking dudes.

You, Chris, and Ryan were at the bar.

Chris was just sitting beside you, his hand covered in stamps from the last two clubs you'd visited, chin propped on his fist. He didn't drink, so he just looked bored as you and Ryan tried to out-drink each other.

The way he'd looked at you earlier - you didn't want to think about it.

He'd looked so shocked when he'd realized your ex had proposed, and he'd stared at the expensive ring for several minutes, but he hadn't said a word to you about it. You weren't sure what his thoughts were, but you wished he'd say something so you knew.

It made you nervous.

You run your finger along the top of your glass, absently brushing at the condensation building.

You can hear Ryan and Chris talking around you, laughing back and forth at each other, the music vague in the background to the roaring of your head. You were pretty sure this drink was going to be your last one.

You were probably going to pass out soon.

You shuffle, feeling a sharp buzz in the pocket of your jacket.

When you'd finally finished up cleaning your room earlier, you'd gone full out with your outfit, dragging it out of the back of your closet. You hadn't worn this dress in months, and you'd been pleased to see the reactions of the guys when you stepped out in high heels and their mouths had all dropped open. You'd gone so far as to wear your red lipstick, applying heavy makeup around your eyes that really made them stand out, where usually your colors were either neutral or nonexistent.

And yes, you did have nice legs when you decided to not look like chewbacca. Yes, you did own heels that weren't wedges, and yes the dress was almost two sizes two small, accentuating all the curves that mattered.

You'd went all out.

You'd even got hit on tonight, though the men who had had quickly disappeared when Chris had stepped to your side with menacing glares.