💭 D A H L I A 💭
The gang decides to prep themselves up at my apartment since my place was 'better for chilling and dealing with hangovers' according to the girls.
Rose was reluctant to go but we all managed to convince her. However, she decided to dress sloppily and she pulled on a cream oversized cable-knit jumper, light blue jeggings and black lazy shoes and put on minimum makeup. She left her hair in a medium length bob and sprayed some hairspray so it won't go everywhere
Holly went full out and wore a white lace crop vest, a black mini pencil skirt and black heels then decorated her face in glitter and highlight. Her chest-length red hair was let down in loose curls which she spent an hour perfecting
"Are you sure you won't need tights?" Iris asks
"I want to go full out. It's been a while since I had a boyfriend." Holly says as she adds more glitter
"If you say so," Iris says as she stands up to inspect her figure in front of my full length mirror
Iris wore a crimson velvet halter dress and suedette chunky Chelsea boots accompanied with fishnet tights and covered herself with a biker jacket. She wanted to go for an 'edgy' look. Her hair was styled into a pineapple hairstyle. I, however, was aware of the word 'casual' and decided to wear a grey halter top, black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots and only did the essential makeup. I tied my hair into a loose high ponytail
"Let's go!" Holly cheers as she chugs a can of coke from my fridge and runs out the apartment.
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We arrive at the mansion-like house and Holly opens her mouth in awe.
"We've been to Dahlia's house before, you know," Iris says
"Shut up! Let me live my moment!" Holly hisses as she averts her attention back to the house.
There was really loud music playing and as soon as we walk in, disco lights blind us and a bunch of shirtless boys greet us by screaming their heads off and running back somewhere.
The party didn't smell like how people usually portrays it- every girl grinding on boys, the smell of weed and couples making out. Instead, there were a few visibly drunk people, rarely any couples but a few girls grinding or whatever they were doing and only sweat suffocated the atmosphere. A song came on and everyone started screaming. I start to get confused and the familiar lyrics come on
I'm Italian, my shorty from France
I'm in Cali just getting a tan
Say she love me but follow my mans
Shawty high must be off of the xans
Rose gasps and grips onto my arm before leading me into the dance floor and starts dancing. I just play along and let my body sway into the beat. After 3 or 4 songs, we decide to grab a drink and explore the house. We walk into an incredibly large kitchen with less people than on the dance floor and walk onto the shots table. Rose smirks at me and grabs a plastic shot glass and hands it to me before grabbing herself one
"Wanna beat the record?" A dark haired boy says as he lines up more cups and tops them up with vodka. Rose chugs the one she had in her hand and scrunches her face as she clutches her throat. I chug mine as nearly gag due to the burns. When the boy finishes, he grabs his phone and puts a stopwatch
"One, two, three. Go!" He yells as we both grab a drink and chug it. After 5 chugs, Rose goes all loopy but I wasn't affected as much. Rose starts to delay her pace and I begin to go faster until all the drinks are finished.
"Done!" I yell as I wave my hands in the air.
"24 seconds! New record!" The boy yells as he claps his hands together
After a few seconds, my head starts spinning and continues to spin as I start to walk and lose co-ordination with my feet. However, I felt less tense than when I came in the first place. Rose walks over to the secluded garden and starts dancing. I think she's drunk. Like me. I sit on the grass and watch as she starts to get freaky
"If I drop out, I'm gonna be a stripper," Rose slurs as she starts to shake her butt. She starts to do all sorts of sluttish moves and I start laughing uncontrollably
"I'm gonna be like Cardi B! Hey, you!" Rose yells as she points to a boy who was leaning against the doorway and just smirking at how weird my best friend was. Rose runs over to him and slips occasionally but carries on like nothing happened. Eventually, she brings him to sit next to me on the grass. I turn to him and stare
"Hey-" I say as I hiccup. "You're that boy who invited me. ¡Feliz Navidad!" I say. I stop talking and feel his face with my hand
"What are you doing?" He asks as he giggles slightly. He laughs like a bunny
"Shush! You laugh cute!" I say as I laugh uncontrollably
"Deeliah! Shut up!" Rose yells
"Rose! My name is Delilah! I'm a country boy! Yee-haw!" I say in a southern accent
"Can you shut up so I can show my client how I do my stuff!" Rose asks as she folds her hands hands across her chest
"Sorry?" I say, nearly sounding like a question and let go of the boy "client?" I ask
"I told you! I'm a stripper!" She screams
Rose starts dancing weirdly and stops.
"You like it?" She asks
"It's beautiful" The boy laughs
"You have a pretty laugh for a pretty boy," I say, continuing my southern accent
"You have a pretty face for a pretty girl," He laughs, joining along with the southern accent
"What about me!" Rose yells as she stomps her feet onto the ground.
The boy stands up and gently pushes her onto the ground and he does the same and they end up in a position where she's on his lap. The boy engulfs her in a bear hug and caresses her face before kissing her forehead
"You're a funny dancer for a funny girl," he says "I love you!" He says playfully and he tickles her stomach
"That's a strong word! You can't just say it out of nowhere," she pouts
"It varies." He laughs as he then walks away into the crowd
Rose pouts as he leaves her "I didn't get your name." She whines silently
I stay focused on the crowd and answer her "Grayson Dolan,"
Before I knew it, Rose falls onto the ground and passes out. I crawl up to her and hug her before passing out too
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The song is from Ethan's SC
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