"Y/N are you ready yet?!" Conor shouted from the other side of the door. Turning off the straightener and grabbing the clutch you prepared earlier, you opened the door and strode out. Conor and Josh were the only ones here, and you felt them staring.
"Where's Jack again?" You asked, backs still turned to them. Conor coughed and spoke up but Josh interrupted.
"At the club already. Joe, Caspar and Oli are with him," Josh said. You turned around and looked at them starring at your back, but they brought their eyes to yours.
"Let's go then. Let's get drunk!" You shouted and climbed into a taxi. Music was blasting and Conor was singing of course, so Josh joined in half screaming half singing as loud as he could. Luckily the club was only 10 minutes away, because you couldn't take anymore of their amazing singing.
You three showed your ID's to the angry looking bouncer and entered the hot, alcohol smelling club. With Josh and Conor pushing through the crowds of people, the held you hand so you didn't get lost. It's happened before....
"Hey baby," someone tried grabbing your waist, but the boys were still guiding you. They were like protective older brothers, but Jack was the most protective. Caspar and Jack were with a pretty blonde and were snapchat videoing themselves. A mix of emotions hit you when you realized how close to Jack she was and how drunk she was.
Walking over to the boys, you sat down on the opposite side of the booth when Jack put his phone down.
"Ey Y/N's here!" Caspar shouted. The blonde gave him a strange look before rolling her eyes and playing with her phone.
"Hey babe," Jack said sliding in the seat next to you. You gave a fake smile and dropped it after when he wasn't looking. The stench of beer and sweat intoxicated you, so it made you crave drinks. Standing up and the group of boys, their eyes traveled down your body, ogling your dress that was too short. Joe walked over with an arm over a girls shoulder. They both look smashed.
"Shots?" You shouted. The boys whooped and cheered in agreement. Walking through the crowds of people, you pulled your dress down to your mid thigh and gripped your purse.
"Hey, nine shots please," you told the bartender. He nodded and poured some tequila in glasses.
"Wild night?" The guy smirked. You couldn't help but smile and shake your head.
"Friends. Here to have a good time I guess." He nodded and handed you the tray with an extra beer.
"Have a good one. If your friends order, tell them to say their with little black dress," he winked. Smiling and walking back over to the booth, where everyone seemed to stay in the same spot. Oli had a girl with him too.
Placing the tray on the table, you took the beer and dragged Jack to the dance floor.
Hours passed and music blared. It must've been late in the morning when you all piled into a taxi and made your way to the boys flat for an after party.
