“Fuck,” I squealed 3 shots later. Bella laughed her ass off at me. We were surrounded by empty red cups, and we both couldn’t stop giggling and hiccupping.
“I think I love clubbing,” I slurred, greedily reaching for a cup that wasn’t mine. I downed the cherry liquid and licked the excess taste off my lips, closing my eyes in appreciation. “Mmm,” I vibrated, loving the taste.
“2 more shots,” Bella hiccupped, motioning to the bartender. I vaguely recalled him rolling his eyes as he slid two more cups over and we both took one, downing it in a heartbeat.
“Damn Beth, you’re really a fuck ton of fun,” Bella hiccupped, patting my cheek. I laughed and licked her finger. She squealed and threw her empty cup at me.
“I think that’s enough shots for you Bells, you’re drunk enough. And Beth, it’s your first time getting drunk. Don’t overdo it,” Bella’s boyfriend warned us, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes, but I was too drunk to notice and too dumb to care.
“But I want more, it feels so good,” I slurred, reaching for another cup. He knocked it out of my hand.
“I don’t even know what you just said,” he said in exasperation. Bella was grinding on him in silence while he stared at me, his eyes threatening me to make a move.
“Just go dance with Bella, I’ll be fine,” I choked out, managing to say clearly. He grinned and shrugged, grabbing her and leading her away. Alone and drunk, I hiccupped and looked around. I could see double of everything and for some reason, I found that quite funny.
I started to giggle and next thing I knew, I was laughing too hard to breathe. I calmed down and looked across the bar, seeing those same green orbs still on me. I got up and marched over.
“Why are you staring at me?” I complained, stopping in front of him and crossing my arms. Before I even finished my sentence, he was on his feet and cupping my face.
“You’re so sexy, I just want to fuck you,” I heard him growl under his breath in my ear. I was sure I had heard wrong.
“Excuse me?” I hiccupped, backing away.
He tilted his head, looking at me, and then began to approach me. “Come on Beth, you won’t remember it,” he said, flashing me a devious smile.
I was about to deny him again but my lips were parted in shock. “How do ya know my name?” I slurred, almost falling.
The boy just tilted his head, smiling at me. “Don’t worry about it, Beth,” he smiled, running his eyes greedily up and down my body.
“Help me, somebody HELP ME!” I screamed in panic, not knowing what else to do. His smile was just as devious as ever as he slipped away in the crowd, disappearing into the dancing people.
The club was spinning around me and I lurched forward, feeling sick. I looked around, trying to spot a bathroom. Finally, I found one and dashed over, flinging the door open. Chloe was pressed against the wall, a boy with dyed shocking blue hair pressed up against her. They were both shirtless and he was kissing between her breasts.
They didn’t notice me as I ran past them, slamming the stall door shut and lurching down, placing my hands on the toilet seat and throwing up all over the inside of the toilet.
I sat there like that for a few seconds, breathless, before doing it again. About 2 minutes later, I finally stopped and I wiped my mouth with a trembling hand, dizzy. I pushed the stall door open and now Chloe was on the floor with the blue haired boy on top of her. His pants were off and he was grinding against her in his boxers, the fabric barely suppressing his huge bulge.
