The Girl Next Door | A Ruby Rose Fan Fiction

Chapter 17

I look in the mirror with a smug grin, I really am a lightweight, just a few drinks of vodka and Coke and I'm already tipsy.

"Damn girl, you looking fineeeeee." Sam cheers cheerfully as he stands behind me in the mirror with a goofy grin.

"Thanks, not looking too bad yourself, ready to go? I sure as hell am." I smile to him, as I adjust my hair one last time. I'm wearing a tightly fitted white bodycon dress which has a cow neck and droops at the back showing off my bare skin. It hugs my body down to just above my knee, and I've matched it with a pair of brown strappy heels and dangly cheap diamond earrings. My makeup is subtle, but enough to make it look like I've made an effort; my lips are dark red, my lashes thick and black with a basic smokey eye as my curled hair sits against my shoulders.

"Legggooo!" Sam takes my arm as we walk outside and to his car as he starts the ignition, and begins to drive.

"I'm leaving my car here tonight and we can get a cab home if I end up drinking," Sam assures me as we pull up into the car park and I nod with a smile.

The place is lit up outside with two hench bodyguards standing firm at the entrance door with earpieces snug in their ears. I take my purse and sling it over my shoulder by its strap and walk arm in arm with Sam into the venue, the alcohol lightly buzzing in my system as the loud music begins to roar as we enter the premises.

The room is dark, lit up by neon cascading lights as the sound of dubstep, chatter and laughter fills the environment. I walk to the bar, ordering sam and I two jäger bombs to truly get the party started.

"To us, friends, having each others backs, always." I smile sincerely at Sam, meeting his sweet smile before we animalistically down the first shot; ordering another.

I pull my phone out and post a few snapchats of us both onto my story, clearly not giving a single damn anymore about what people have to think about my oh-so-wreckless behaviour going clubbing once. (Queue hysterical sarcastic laughter).

"Hey, another shot!" I demand to the bartender with a giggle, my conscience growing dazed as the jäger slips down MY throat easier than water.

I take a look around, the smell of alcohol and cologne intoxicating my nose as I see bodies dancing against and with each other on the dance floor, the roaring music calling me as I step up and walk over. I begin dancing by myself amongst the hoards of people, my hands in my hair as I close my
Eyes and sway my hips to the beat of "Gecko - Overdrive". I open my eyes to feel hands on my hips.

"Hey there baby! Why is such a pretty thing like you dancing on your own?!" A guy yells over the music to me as I laugh, his outfit making me find the situation ridiculously amusing. He's wearing a flamingo outfit, bright neon green leggings and white converse, his dirty blonde hair muffled; yet he looks good.

"I'm drunk, I'm sad, and this music is fucking great." I admit, dancing some more with him before his friends come over and pick him up, chanting how he's the "king of the flamingos".

That's all I can manage before my mind is completely lifted, as I walk as precisely as I can to one of the tables with stools across the dark room and take a breather.

I didn't notice, but a woman is sat directly opposite me, her eyes a deep shade of green and her blue hair cascading down her face. She was beautiful.

"Can't stand the crowds?" She asks me with a smile, and I look at her dumbfounded with a grin.

"They're alright, just came to take a breather; you know, partying hard all night long and all that jazz." I stutter, intoxicated fully.

"What's your name?" She asks, a piece of hair twirling in her fingers as she leans closer to me.

"Anastasia, and you? You're fucking gorgeous." I blurt out, followed by errupt laughter coming from my own mouth at my egoistic confidence- fully aware of the situation I've been in the past few days.