May The God Have Mercy

A night out

"So, tell me. Are we going out tonight or are we staying in because I have a great idea in my mind right now and I want to write it down" Annabelle turns her head towards her friend laying almost naked on her carpet and simply surfing the net.

"Of course we're going out, are you stupid?" She answers not bothering to look up from her phone.

"Well then get ready, because it's already 9, you shit head" she stands up and kicks Diana gently, ordering her to move.

"Text that hot guy you met and invite him. I want to meet him."

"Mhm" Annabelle mumbles as she walks to her room to find something to wear. Going out the same day that Diana came back was sort of a tradition, that's been going on for about 2 years now. It first started when Annabelle needed something to drag her back to the real world, so she wouldn't stay too long in her dream place, and just that day, Diana had just returned from her long days of work in Japan. So they both dressed up very nicely and went to the club to pick up some guys. If someone was left without a guy that night, the other one would call her a looser for a whole day.

Annabelle wanted to make Tom drool over her so she put on a short and extremely tight light pink dress, that highlighted her wide hips and revealed long pale legs. The neckline though wasn't huge. It was big enough to simply let others know, that her boobs weren't that big, seeing how it was only the size B-cup. Diana, on the other hand, put on a longer red dress, that hid her thighs and hugged her body as if the dress was made exactly for her. She let her D-cups shine like they were little kids, interested to see the world.

Annabelle texted Tom before they left the house, but just as she expected, he didn't answer. Well, how else would he react after a girl doesn't text him for a couple days? Others would wait, but who knows how his brain works.

When they arrived at 'The blue dragon' they greeted the security guards and as always, Diana had a small chat with them. After that, the party started.

The loud music and changing colors made the girls dizzy for a moment, but soon they got used to it and headed to the stall to get some drinks. They greeted Alice, who slipped a couple drinks for free, since they were well known. It took Diana about 3 shots of vodka and she was already drunk. She kept on laughing and spinning around the chair, and telling some weird stories, and, of course, hugging and kissing Annabelle all over her face. Diana was a light drinker and what was even worse was that she was the 'I LOVE EVERYONE' type. Well, at least she wasn't the sad type.

Soon enough Diana stood up and went to the dancing floor, or like she called it the 'war field' and started dancing and talking to some random guys. Annabelle and Alice watched her and laughed, and also from time to time Annabelle would drink some more. Unlike Diana, she was a great drinker and it took her a lot to get really drunk. But when she did reach that level, then a long night beside the toilet awaited her. When Annabelle looked around trying to find her drunk friend and spotting her with a guy, clearly more interested in her boobs and her, she felt a gentle brush on her waist and immediately turned around to see who it is. A pair of black eyes met hers and a warm smile, showing a bit to white teeth, greeted her.

"Tom" Annabelle spoke in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw your message and decided to join you" he winked at her and then ordered a drink. "I brought a friend of mine to keep your friend company."

"Is this the guy you were talking about?" Diana popped up out of nowhere behind Tom, pointing her long finger with a red nail at the end at him. Annabelle nodded. "Daaamn, girl, you got yourself a 10!" She shouted and then laughed.

"I'm Tom." He extends his arm towards her, smiling, but instead Diana hugs him and giggles at his reaction.

"Don't worry, we're family!" She yells taking a sip from his drink and walking back to the dance floor with Toms friend following her. He was clearly captivated by her charming smile, or perhaps her great body and her big chest, but Tom seemed to have his eyes set only on Annabelle.