A Moment in the Crowd

Chapter 23: Party-er

"Let's find some hot guys to fuck." Amy says completely out of the blue in the middle of a comfortable, but now awkward silence.

"What?" I spin to face her and she's sitting on her bed looking bored. She picks at her nails and shrugs.

"I was serious about having a good time Lils. Can I call you Lils? I guess fucking some random guy doesn't necessarily mean 'good time' but who cares? Let's find a party. I don't want to be bored all night." 

I can't help but laugh at the way she states her reasoning so casually. I don't plan on fucking any guys, obviously. But I also didn't plan on sitting around to do nothing. What have I got to lose, right?

"Fine, but you lead the way since it's your idea." I'm shaking my head at her as she loops her arm through mine.

"No. Makeup, hair and clothes first. You know the drill." She leads our interlocked arms towards the mirror that hangs on the inside of our old wooden door.

I laugh at her through the reflection then unhook our arms to search for something to wear. I decide on the same skirt that I had on the first time I met Harry. The one with roses. I add a red cropped top and look over to see what Amy has picked out to see if I should bother with heels. She has a pair of beige heels on the floor matched with a dress, so I decide that it's alright to put on my black ones.

We both change into our outfits, then go back to the mirror to examine each other.

"Damn you look hot." Amy says to me, speaking to my reflection. 

"Says miss curvy over there, holy shit." I thought she was beautiful in her casual clothes, but this makes her look so much better. She's wearing a tight blue bodycon dress which has cutouts on the side. It shows off her curves and makes her blue eyes more luminous than when I first noticed them.

"Thanks, I think we're one hot pair. Don't you?" She smiles and flips her hair while laughing. 

"Hell yes." I say through giggles.

We move on to the next stage: makeup. I put on a little more than I usually do, adding some eyeliner and more mascara than normal. I'm lucky because mascara makes my eyelashes look huge so I never bother with fakes. I immediately move on to my hair. I don't need to do much because I prefer it when it looks somewhat natural, so I just brush the tats out and leave it down. 

When I'm done I turn around to see Amy staring at me.

"What?" 

"You look fucking hot, we need to get out of here before the boys smell it." She laughs at her own little joke, and I join her.

"Alright hotstuff, you lead the way. This was your idea." I already feel so comfortable with Amy.

"Gladly." She smiles at me and hooks her arms with mine again while leading us both out of the dorm room and into the hallway.

For the most part our residence is empty, but I can see some people walking up and down the halls. Two guys stand outside their room and whistle at Amy as she walks passed. She makes sure to sway her hips and wink at them as she struts her way to the entrance. I remain awkwardly linked to her arm and smile at the two boys who continue their catcalls as we leave.

"Frat party, please." She says in a sing-song voice as her eyes scan the parts of campus that she can see.

I have no idea where to start looking for a frat house, but luckily we can hear booming music nearby. We look at each other and share a mischevious smile as we make our way to the direction of the music.

It takes about ten minutes to finally find the source of the booming, and by the time we're standing in front of the supposed frat house, there are students occupying every space on the lawn. Damn is this crowded.