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We like to Party Party We like to... PARTY!

The following chapter will be divided into two parts. A character may have more than one POV. Explicit content ahead.

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Chapter 8 Part 1: We like to Party, Party, We like to...PARTY!

Sebastian's POV

It. Was. Packed.

I couldn't see more than a foot in front of me. Neon lights flashed every second making it impossible to find someone even if I tried. On the bright side maybe I wouldn't run into Alexis tonight.

I made my way through the mass of grinding bodies in the living room. Charles had hired a Dj to spin tunes. He really went all out. At last I reached the kitchen where the bar was located. I poured myself a shot of whiskey.

"Hey not in there! Go find somewhere else to do your buissnes." Charles ushered a couple downstairs. Their faces were still glued to each other. I was guessing in about five seconds they were just gonna do it in front of everybody.

"Hey man." I turned to see Reese next to me. An unfamiliar male stood next to him.

"Hey." We weren't really friends and I didn't much care for the guy but we didn't outright hate each other.

"You know where Charles is? I have something for him." The guy with dark hair spoke.

"Over there." I pointed toward the stairs and he took off. "That your friend?" I asked Reese who had stayed behind and was currently pouring himself an entire cup of vodka.

"Yeah." We didn't say much after that. I didn't know he actually hung out with other guys. He was always hanging out with Kimora and Cheyenne. When he wasn't with them he was screwing other girls.

"So what did he need to give Charles?" I finally asked the curiosity eating away at me.

Reese gave me a level look as if deciding if he could entrust me with this information.

"Cocaine."

Well damn. He would hang out with a drug dealer. Charles was really putting out all the stops to this wasn't he.

I finished my drink and gave a little nod to Reese before heading off to find Charles.

Cheyenne's POV

Kimora and I stood at the entrance to the house. It already looked trashed, with the stereotypical red cups littering the lawn, toilet paper, and a couple up against the side of the house butt naked.

Ok gross.

I obviously couldn't bring the kids to something like this so I left them with our least craziest neighbor Ms. Perkins. She was a nice old lady who's husband had died out in war. I didn't understand why she was living in such a bad place.

"This is it." Kimora said excitedly. She had on the little black dress with wedges. Her hair was curled beautifully down her back and Janice had gone dark with eyes and given her nude lipstick. I on the other hand decided on one of my mothers nice dresses she'd left behind in order to save money. It was gold with sequins and clung to my skin. There were two big splits on the side so the skin of my hip was revealed. I finished the look with red lipstick and black heels.

We looked as different as night and day.

She began to move toward the house dragging me behind her. I was a little nervous since this was my first party too. The door was already open and as soon as we stepped inside I started coughing. Lights flashed everywhere and the heavy smell of alcohol mixed with weed penetrated the air. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust. There was a Dj in the living room and maybe hundreds of bodies squished together dancing. We made our way to the kitchen which was just as packed. Lots of people were gathered around the bar and on the table. A girl was lying flat on her back as guys took whip cream shots from her stomach.