Night of Howls

Chapter Three

A dresser with a mirror attached to it looking throughout my luggage to see what might suit me for the evening and night. Pulling out a linkshe denim dress. It was fit for both occasions. Well, me, yes.

Standing in front of the mirror focusing on how the dress might show off the little curves that I have or if it's slightly loose enough. Even when I barely have anything to flaunt, I was flaunting how every curve on my body looks but it's to a certain degree. Still looking in the mirror; It was a casual attire while the neckline was a turndown collar and the sleeves were long. The length of the dress was just right, mid-calf. I threw my hair in a messy top knot bun with some locks hanging from both sides.

"Aye, best friend! Can you both come in here once you're finished?" I shouted for them to confirm how I look because I was so sure of myself or what I'm wearing.

Putting on final touches after tying my gladiator knee-high sandals, I've doubled checked for any flaws. Realizing who gives a damn about my flaws. I accept my flaws and wear it confidently. I'm not totally drowning for how I was created and shaped because everyone is beautiful in their own way. I just wish that most could see the same. Not that I think too highly of myself because I, sometimes think down myself from the way I look. In order to make some changes, I might as well stop thinking what I should look like and put positivity within myself.

"Yes, my love. you look marvelous." I saw how Rayla nudged Paisley in her side but the looks on there faces weren't disappointing or uncertain. I instantly took that as a yes."You look great. I can say this is about as girly as you can get." They all laughed together then took a selfie before tonight got started.

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When 8 o'clock hit, we were all figuring out which bar we wanted to hang out. The girls made up their minds to go to Den O' Barrels. A bar full of a mixture of people and some foreigners. Some were humans and some were werewolves. I never mentioned those things to my friends because I don't want them involved with the world I lived in.

Besides of them knowing that there will be other people in there besides my species then I'm fine with it. Speaking of other wolves, they have no clue on knowing if I'm a part of the human life or werewolf life. Some things are better left unsaid.

With the time passing by it was now going on 9 o'clock. To have a good start, me and the girls all took out a bottle of absolute vodka. The mini bottles. Rayla made us take two shots each and she took a second shot for herself. It takes a lot for me to get drunk. I would pass up on that opportunity. 

"Are we going in to get drunk and find a couple of hot guys to dance with or are we're gonna sit here and look like desperate housewives?" Rayla almost sounding kind of whiney.

Getting out the vehicle, walking towards the bar, all three of us busted in like we're the owners of the place. With all eyes on us. At that moment the girls felt like they were the shit. On the other hand, I still hated being center of attention even with being around my friends. I hated it and I rolled my eyes at that thought.

Seeing them walk off getting lost in the crowd, I allowed myself to have a few more drinks before I got lost in a crowd full of sweaty, tipsy people.

"Excuse me." A bartender called out. "Would you like to order a drink?" He rested both his hands on the counter waiting for the order. "Ah, yes, please? I'll like the wolf bite, a shot of Tennessee whiskey, jagerbomb, and sidecar. Thank you."

"Order coming right up." A small smile was plastered on his face.

Sitting in the chair I sat in, I managed to turn around trying to locate my friends. I saw how much fun they both were having and ended up smiling to myself. Not looking at my surroundings a guy appeared out of nowhere.

Holding up his glass so the bartender could notice "Scotch on ice." His was overtook by the music playing as to he had to shout.

He sat there while I continued to vibe in my own little world. He soon to take in every inch of me. To him, he finds me something intriguing. Perhaps it might be the way I looked or dressed. Feeling a pair of eyes watching over to me, I found the source.

"Can I help you with something?" Feeling my facial expression was a bit confused.

"Ma'am, your drinks." He left without her saying thank you then handed the guy next to my left his scotch on ice. "No, but you can start off by giving me your name. I'm Jake. Jake Valez." With a gorgeous smile plastered across his face, I didn't seem interested into any guy tonight. "I'm Bex. Nice to know your name but if you'll excuse me, I have some babies I need to babysit tonight. Have a nice night." With that, I walked off after grabbing the drinks ordered.

All the sweat I had to push through. "Girls! Take a shot with me!" I handed out the drinks and counted down to three. We all took our shots and yelled with our heads tilted back.

My body was tensed before but loosened up a bit, swaying my hips to the music playing; Earned it by The Weeknd. I was definitely feeling myself. Grooving and vibing to the song in the background, I knew I was unstoppable tonight.

Not knowing Steven was in the mixture, he somehow found and joined me as he was moving his hips in rhythm with me. He was not a stiff one. Snaking his arm around my waist from behind.

He whispered in my ear "I've been waiting for a thank you, Bexley." His voice sent chills down my spine.

The way how he moved one hand towards my neck and he knew I was loving it by the way I leaned my head back against his shoulder while his other hand smoothly scratched across my stomach. I couldn't fight back the desire I was holding in until a moan slipped out of my mouth.

I gave into him when I knew it was pure temptation knocking at the door. I felt his erection growing then he led my hand down his pants to feel what he was packing. It was getting late so it was time for me to go. I left without a word to him because I promised myself to text him by tomorrow.