feel. → jacksepticeye

n i n e t e e n

n i n e t e e n

Tonight, Mark and I organised a gathering at a local, exclusive club called El Leto - a club my family was particularly familiar with. We had a private VIP Booth in every club across the country. Everybody was invited, including Signe herself (The Life of the Party, if you WISH), and everybody was dressing to impress. I slipped into my black, spiked Louis Vuitton heels; After all, you may as well dress in platforms to break the necks you Stand on. Do it in style.

I threw a fluffy Jacket over my shoulders, glancing at myself in the wall mirror before reapplying a velvety Mac lipstick. I then pulled out my purse, slipping a pretty hefty knife, Jack's phone and a small bag of powder and a Limited Edition Gucci Glock firearm (Thanks, Grace) into it before fluffing my Pony-tail and walking out of the bathroom. Just as I stepped through the Door, I glanced down at the trash can with a weary gaze, a funny feeling in my stomach before I shook my head and stepped out.

Jack start there, biting his thumbnail and jiggling his leg up and down in a somewhat anxious manner.

"Hey, baby," I said, leaning against the wall. 

"Woah," Jack swallowed.

Stepping over to him, I slipped a hand to his Inner thigh and leant towards his ear. "You should see what's underneath." 

Jack coughed a little; clearing his throat and adjusting his jeans. "Christ; save it for later, Bryony. I won't make it through the night."

"You don't have to," I sighed, stepping back and clicking my heels together. "We should meet up with everybody now. This is gonna be a killer  night." I promised.

"Sure," Jack said, standing up. He pressed a Gentle hand to my lower back, guiding me out of our room and into the lobby, where took matters with Markiplier and Co. Signe was there, looking incredibly uncomfortable, but Mark chatted away to her nonchalantly and shot me a small grin when he noticed me. I nodded, taking in a deep breath. Jack tugged on my sleeve, "please be civil," He whispered to me. "It's just for one night, and then we'll never have to see her again."

I looked at him and shrugged. "Sure; Whatever."

All the girls travelling with us were dressed in fancy heels and tight dresses, yet Signe was there in a plain, shimmery top and jeans and flats. It was clear that she felt self-conscious by the way she was tugging on the hem of her shirt and adjusting her glasses, and I smiled over at her sweetly as I noticed her push her iPhone into her Pocket.

"Are we ready to go?" I questioned, stepping into the middle of the group.

"Yes, we are," Mark nodded, leading everybody out of the lobby and towards a Limo that would take us to our destination. He took my hand politely, and I smiled at him flirtatiously as he followed in after me. I clocked onto Jack's expression, somewhat dumbfounded as he turned to a just as confused Signe, who's gaze held mine with an unmoving questioning.

* * * 

Standing upon the platform, I gazed upon the crowd with a taste of alcohol and sweat in the air. My heels clicked against the shiny surface as I made my way towards the bar, leading the group as if they were my posse.

"Drinks, Boys?" I asked, pulling out my card. 

"I'm not letting you spend your money-" Jack started.

"That's fine, baby," I pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Drinks on me for Tonight. You all Deserve it," I turned to Signe. "What will you be having?"

"Uh, water's fine," she said hesitantly, hugging her elbows. This was clearly not her scene. I rose an arched brow.