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The Night's Mark - Cuphead x Reader

You sat on the bed, contemplating whether or not you should go out. You only stared at your phone beside you. The invitation your friend sent was the most recent message you got. You sigh.

20:04

The clock read. Groaning, you grab your phone as you typed out a short response.

Coming.

You mumble, fumbling for your lamp as you were gonna go get ready for this party in a club your friends set up and owned. Because what's better to do with daddy's money than spend it I mean-

You sigh. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up with such amazing, generous friends. They had more than enough money to feed a whole damn nation for life and they use it wisely. Like for charities, donations; unlike most.

At least sometimes.

You walked over to your closet, having at least stepped on three shirts along the way. You took out your hardly used crop top along with your leggings that made that ass pop, (almost grabbing hold of the yoga pants instead because you were tempted to achieve comfort more than style). You shrug, taking your soft over sized jacket on the way to close it. "Might as well look hot."

-

Holding onto your purse as you walked down the sidewalk towards your car, you see your friend's more expensive one just turning a corner. It stops in front of you, the doors swinging open as multiple pairs of arms pull you in without a second thought. You squeaked, complaining. "I was gonna drive there!" You complained, your friends laughing.

"Like hell you will!" Your driver exclaimed, the obnoxious music blasting inside the car as a neon blue light illuminated the enclosed space. She hit the road, you and the six others in the back laughing and hollering. The place reeked with the smell of alcohol, one of your friends already passed out in the back with two others contemplating whether or not it was possible to be immortal by eating enough bananas.

-

You eventually reached the bar, having yourself sit in a booth with three others as the others went to go get themselves laid. One was waiting for her boyfriend, the other being surrounded by testosterone filled apes wanting to get a taste of her when in fact in she was gay. And for the other girl who tried her best to control herself and not pole dance, she simply sat there questioning everything her life was for. 

"I'm not drunk enough for this." You heard your friend mutter (surprisingly), wanting to not remember whatever might happen if one of these males get their way. You shake your head, scooting closer to the girl who was in the middle of an existential crisis. "Hey, you see that guy?!" You ask, trying your best to be louder than the ear piercing music.  She raised a brow, seeing the male your finger is pointed towards.

"Yeah?! What about?!" She exclaimed as well, drinking another shot. "Almost everyone in here is getting the hots for this guy! Two bucks say he's an incubus!" You joked, the girl laughing it off as she shoved a bottle towards you. "Hey now, I thought you said no alcohol for you?" You laugh, shrugging as you push it away slightly. "I just don't want to. Just went here for the sake of going out."

She shrugs, "More for me!" She proceeds to down it; finishing the bottle with huge gulps. You cheered her on, eventually calming down and leaning on the table to use your phone.

Your eyes then squinted, looking at the woman beside you chugging down her third bottle. 

"WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE OUR DRIVER?!"

-

As the night got older, you have managed to gather your friends into the vehicle you were to be driving. All were passed out; and seeing as you were the one who was the least drunk, (admittedly having drunk a shot or two) you took it upon yourself to drive everyone home. Planning to let the car owner rest at your place until tomorrow in where she can (hopefully) drive properly by then, you got ready to exit the parking lot.