Possessed (Adult 18+)

Club Float Pt. 1

THERE ARE A FEW PICS OF SAFYRA'S OUTFIT THAT SUTTON PICKED OUT FOR HER, CHECK THEM OUT.

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The girls arrived to Club Float fashionably late, like always, around 10 pm. Club Float was a roof top club with a pool right in the center. The atmosphere was thick with noise, artificial smoke, and strobe lights. You could barely see anything through the silhouettes of dancing bodies on the dance floor. They could barely hear their stilettos clicking across the tile as they made their way to their VIP section above the rest of the crowd. Safyra was thankful for the booth simply, because she hadn't partied in so long. She didn't know what she was capable of, so it was best for her to stay far away from the scene itself. Sutton and Giselle popped a bottle right away, and began mixing drinks. Safyra grabbed a Sprite soda from the ice bucket on their table. Sutton gave her a dirty look as she sipped on her drink.

"Saf you're gonna get drunk tonight. I want Sexy Saf back. Where is she at?" Sutton whined.

"The only way Sexy Saf is coming back is if Slutty Sutty comes back." Safyra joked about their old nicknames that they had before she left. They were truly some wild cards. It seems like just a year ago they ran the coast of San Diego. Safyra thought about how she was a completely different person now. Last year, if she would've came to Club Float, she would've been on the dance floor, with her dress hiked up, and her tongue down Zion's throat. She was glad that wasn't her anymore. Zion was like poison in her veins.

As she began to people watch she looked up into the dj booth and saw Bryson. He wore a tropical print button up, unbuttoned over a crisp white v-neck and some black Levi jeans, with what seemed like too much gold jewelry, and a pair of urkel glasses. He literally tried so hard to bring the 90's back. But Safyra gave him props. He looked the part, especially with the high top fade he was sporting. He looked up and shot Safyra a dimpled smile, flashing his pearly whites. He waved his hand telling her to come up to the booth. She got up and walked up the mini staircase stashed off behind the vip booth.

"Hey Saf, you lookin good tonight" he licked his lips while reaching over and giving her a one armed hug since his other hand was busy scratching at the turn tables, twisting knobs, and switching levers.

"Thanks Bry, when did you get back on the party scene?" she asked with a judgmental stare. They were the only two out of their whole entourage who decided to grow up and stop partying like the alcoholics they used to be.

"I need to pay the rent man, this is what brings in the money. Plus I get to see a-ss naked women running around getting wet while I'm doing it." He laughed sliding his beats by dre headphones down around his neck. Safyra laughed and punched him in the shoulder for being rude. He was right. She looked down into the crowd, and right on cue there were girls toppling over into the pool, some missing bikini tops and some missing morals. Then she noticed the reason the half naked girls were falling into the water. Zion. He was sporting some red swim trunks and a silver whistle around his neck. Under his arm he held white blown up lifesaver. What a phony she thought. Zion knew damn well he was nowhere near qualified to be a lifeguard. She turned her attention to Sutton to see if she saw him yet, but of course typical Sutton was entertaining some guy that appeared out of nowhere. Giselle was pulling a couple of girls that looked like her clones into the booth and was dancing with them. Sutton seemed to be half past drunk already. She held the guy's face in both of her hands while they talked, and their faces were literally two inches away from each other. His hands were resting underneath her skirt, even though her legs were crossed. They might as well have been a couple. Safyra realized she needed to stay sober, simply because Sutton wouldn't, and that guy looked like a complete creep: like a substitute teacher with a mustache creep. Bryson grabbed Safyra's waist and pulled her in front of him so that her hands were now on the controls and dials.