Falling For The Enemy

Chapter 39 (Best Fwends)

Everyone in the club started focusing their attention on us one by one as I cleared my throat preparing myself. Seth was grinning like a pervert next to me as I slapped him to wake him up. 

'Ow that hurt!' he protested rubbing his cheek and shutting up.

'Get on with it you bunch of idiots!' A drunken guy shouted at us, as I laughed at his horny expression for the girl adjacent to him.

'My best friend here...is..' I took a pause forced my uncontrollable hiccup then continued patting Seth on the back, 'Wants to challenge anyone to a drinking contest! The one who wins..' I hiccupped again getting slightly annoyed then preceded, 'Will...hmm...get my friend Chace to personally serve him for the night!' I grinned. All three eyes widened and pun towards me in horror. Seth then forgot and started giggling like an idiot while Chace glared at me attempting to say something but stopped by Alex. In the spur of the moment I was pulled roughly of the platform and before Alex could clear up the 'misunderstanding' the crowd moved forward, everyone intent on giving it a try.

'Hey I'm up for it babe,' some guy in his late 20's, wearing a pink shirt volunteered rolling his sleeves up. He was definitely gay from his actions and speech. Now this was going to be fun! I peered at him through a cracked smile and snapped my fingers for the waiter. The poor waiter looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a second but then went to the back of the bar to prepare the drinks after an indecisive speculation.

'Ani what the hell do you think you are doing? Are you out of your damn mind?' Alex bellowed at me as I cowered beneath his rising temper.

'Oh come on Alex it will be fun! What’s the worst that can happen?' I hiccupped covering my mouth with both hands as much as possible since Alex was still gripping onto one; so tight that a bruise was sure to form.

'But you literally s-' he started off again but was immediately cut off by an angered Chace.

'What the f*ck, who said you had any right to speak for me! I am not going to be an f*cking prize to be won!' Chace screamed pointing his finger at me as I felt guilt settle deep inside me. Remembering the trouble that same man had put us through I pushed the feeling aside and stepped back to gain some space back.

'You wanted my forgiveness...this is how you can get it!' I crossed my arms defiantly and stood rooted to the spot. Chace scrutinized me as I squirmed under his gaze slightly.

'Fine,' he spat through gritted teeth, 'If this is what it takes to end your sh*t then...fine.'

'So...are we doing this or not...coz I'm not going to wait here all day doll?' he asked standing with both hands on his hips as I giggled and dragged a dancing Seth of the counter. Right on time the waiter came out with 12 shots; split between them both. The crowd chanted behind me as I lifted my hand up and signaled for them to start. All of a sudden both guys were guzzling down shot after shot until both had only 2 left. Seth attempted to pick the last up but ended up throwing it on his forehead instead of down his throat. My eyes popped out of their sockets as the other man in the pink shirt one and wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand, puckering his lips at a horrified Chace.

Seth grimaced then lurched in his bar stool, making gagging noises. Alex whispered something to a perturbed Chace who nodded in understanding while giving me one last evil look, as I was suddenly being pulled away by Alex. I was on one side while I noticed a hysterical Seth was on the other.

The bouncer opened the door of the nightclub and a canon of fresh air hit me, sobering me up instantly. Not being able to control it anymore both me and Seth tottered up to either side of the door of the nightclub and threw up simultaneously. A bitter/sour taste covered my mouth like a coating of sticky caramel. Turning back Alex handed me a handkerchief as I wiped my face of the remains while Seth used his own blue shirt, to which I grimaced.