More Than I Expected.

Chapter 1

(A/N: fair warning...there will be smut in this. That's all. K bye.)

"Come on man," my best friend, Dinah, sang as she nudged my shoulder and almost had me spilling my beer everywhere.

I hissed as I put my beer down on the coaster before turning to her, "DJ would you relax?"

Dinah scoffed at me as if I'd just insulted her tight little white dress, "Relax? On my best friend's twenty first birthday? Not possible." She shook her head and she patted down the bar to get the bartender's attention, "Can we have six shots please?" The tall curly haired guy, Shawn, nodded his head as he got them ready.

I rolled my eyes before looking over to Dinah while she smiled innocently at me, "What? You cannot be having one little drink like your some fifty year old CEO who just got off work."

Pushing my long hair over to the side I sighed, "Well I did just get off work," I told her while taking a sip from my Heineken.

"And came to this fabulous surprise party," she spun around on her red fuck me heels as she motioned to the packed bar with old high school and co-worker friends. Not just my own but Dinah's as well, I recognized the girls from the salon because they honestly had the best hair here. No one beats Dinah's beautiful mane though.

"How'd you even get the whole bar to ourselves," I asked her as I looked around the usual bar we'd come to met up in after our long days at work, of course now I can actually indulge myself on some alcohol. The owner had sweetened up to us and offered me beers, but I declined saying that if I could wait twenty years I could wait one more. Leaving me to just indulge on the great food the underground bar had to offer.

It always drove Dinah crazy how I never chose to drink back in high school. She always insisted I drink whenever we went out to some party, but I told her one of us had to drive home and be sober for our parents when we'd sleep at each other's houses. Dinah was good at playing sober, but only if she was quiet. Which is why I had to speak up every time we got home and one of our parents saw us coming in.

Someone always saw us walking in, thankfully I chose to not drink.

Doesn't mean I didn't do other things though.

"Good Ol'Jimmy let me have this for you, since you know you are his favorite customer," she teased me before flicking my nose and me pushing her hand away playfully. She was definitely close to being drunk. I knew whenever get Dinah gets touchy, it's time to lay her off the drinks.

Shawn walked over and placed the shots out in front of us, "Here you go girls. Y/N. Happy Birthday."

I laughed lightly while taking one shot and lifting it up to him, "Thanks Shawn." He nodded walked to the other aide to attend to some other people while I took down the shot. I shuddered while wiping my lip with my free hand and putting the shot upside down back on bar, "Fuck that." I shook my head while still wincing from the burning sensation going through out all of my body.

Dinah rolled her eyes at me as she did three shots one by one, I felt my jaw drop watching my best friend do such a thing. It made my stomach curl up and flinch every time she did so. "That's how you do it, sweetie." She winked at me before motioning to the other shots, "Now come on. You gotta do the other two."

"Jesus, Dinah. No way," I shook my head while already feeling myself starting to get sick at just the thought of it.

"Don't be a bitch, Y/N." She said as she held one out to me and I just shook my head.

"Don't call me a bitch you bitch," I laughed while taking the shot into my own hand and just glaring her down playfully.

"Just come on! Grow some balls-I mean you already have some but-" I cut her off while taking the shot and placing it down to take the other one, "That's my girl!" Dinah whooped while wrapping her arm around me and pulling me over to the open area where people were dancing around to Pony by Ginuwine. Dinah and myself staying close to each other and swaying our hips to the song while singing the lyrics out loudly with everyone else.