A Beautiful Girl , Amanda, Who's 25, Finally Had To Get The Chance To See Michael Jackson! As Soon As Michael's Concert Ended He Noticed A Fan, Amanda, He Didn't See Her As A Normal Fan. He Saw Amanda As His Future Lover/Girlfriend. And Here They Ar...
I smiled widely and I grabbed Michael's hand to go into the bedroom. No! Not to have sex! To get ready. We decided to dress up like actors from Suicide Squad.
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Michael's outfit (he didn't wear the tie and the half of the buttons were undone on the red shirt)
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Amanda's outfit
7:45 P.M
"Dayum Harley Quinn!"
"I feel like there's gonna be a nip slip some time of the night"
"I would like that" Said Michael with a smirk.
"You're so nasty sometimes" I laughed. "We better get a driver ready cause we're gonna be to drunk to drive Michael"
"We're gonna be drunk?"
"Fine! I'm gonna be drunk. I haven't drank in forever now let's go!... Puddin' " I smirked. And Michael blushed.
30 minutes later
Michael's POV
We were at the bar of the club and Amanda was taking shot after shot. She pulled me to a table with velvet rope around it. She didn't have trouble walking or talking. (Bars)
"Come on Puddin"
"You're pretty immune to alcohol huh?"
"I guess you could say that"
Just then a lady walked over and handed us 2 shots of vodka and a packet of salt. The shot glass had a lime on it as well as some in it.
"What's the packet of salt for?"
"You've seriously never done this before?" She said while opening the packet of salt.
"I only drink wine" I said.
I watched as she put salt on the back of her hand, grabbed the shot glass, licked the salt off her hand and downed the shot. Her face scrunched up from the vodka and looked at me.
"You're not gonna try it?" She said.
"I'm not gonna drink tonight"
"Pussy" she mumbled.
"That's what I'm getting tonight" I said with a smirk.
She choked on the vodka and hit my chest. She squeezed the lime juice in her mouth and then looked at me.
"Dayum girl!" I said
She started laughing before she pulled me to the dance floor. After we stopped dancing we headed back to the driver.
9:00 P.M.
Amanda was trying her best to walk her her heels. She was drunk. I carried her to the bedroom.
"I like this!" Amanda said touching my chest.
I chuckled and threw her on the bed and she started laughing. I took off her makeup because she didn't do any help. I put her in her pajamas. Which was hard to do because she wanted to have sex. She layed on my chest and we fell asleep.
10:00 A.M.
I woke up feeling chunks on my chest. I looked down to find Amanda and Amanda's puke on my chest. This girl done puked on me. I thought. I got up and took off my shirt and changed into another one and went back to the bed to wipe Amanda's mouth. I went downstairs to make breakfast and Amanda walked in holding her forehead.
"I'm not doing that again!" Said Amanda. I started laughing.
Suddenly she ran to the bathroom downstairs and I heard puking noises. How lovely. She came back and got some water.
"How much did I drink?"
"About 5 shots of vodka with salt, 4 margaritas, 2 Whiskey shots and 3 shots of Crown" I said laughing.
"Oh god. And why was there a Harley Quinn club outfit on the floor?"
"We were dressed as Suicide Squad members. You were Harley Quinn and I was the Joker. Or as you called me "Puddin" "
