The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

Chapter Twenty.

Sat on the floor surrounded by every single bit of make-up I owned, the room resembled Boots' make-up counter rather than mine and George's bedroom. As I attempted to apply the third shade of eyeshadow in the last five minutes, George strolled into the room and sat on the bed, all ready in his shirt and jeans and smelling of aftershave - the aftershave I got him for Christmas last year. 

"Putting on make-up never was your strong point, was it?" he joked as he watched me do my eyeshadow like a panda. 

"I'm okay with my normal make-up," I groaned. "But slut make-up just doesn't agree with me."

"That's because you're not a slut," George laughed. 

"Yeah, but Elle had this so-called amazing idea that we should all dress like prostitutes for her hen night," I sighed, nearly stabbing myself in the eye with the end of my eye pencil. "We could have easily gone for a classy grown up meal and then gone to a cocktail bar after wards, but no! Elle wanted to go around the clubs as city sluts."

"You'll have fun, but," George paused as he stood up and walked towards me. 

"What?" I asked, looking up at him in confusion as he grabbed hold of my hand. 

"Keep that on at all times though," he winked, pointing to the engagement ring on my finger.

"I tell you what. Why don't you go and quickly make me a sign that says "I'm engaged and my fiancé will kick your ass if you try anything with me" and I'll wear it?" I joked.

"No," George laughed. 

"True," I paused. "Everyone knows you'd never kick anyone's ass."

"For you? I'd kill if they laid one finger on you," George laughed.

"Okay. I don't know whether you're joking or you're actually serious."

George flashed a cheeky wink at me before walking out the room. "I love you, future Mrs Shelley."

"Go out, George," I giggled as I began to put a set of false eyelashes on in the mirror.

*

"Oi, you," Chloe said to the bar man as she leant across the bar's surface and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Wanna do something for a bunch of drunken girls to get us even more drunk?"

I looked at Elle with an alarmed look across my face. When Chloe gets drunk, she also gets confident - and very, very unaware of social boundaries. "Chloe," I said, trying to tug her back. 

"Sure," the bar man winked. 

"Grab us a bottle of tequila, shot glasses, salt, lemon.. you know the drill, and meet us in that booth over there," Chloe flirtily winked to the bar man before walking over to an empty booth in the corner of the club. 

Wearily, I followed Elle and a few of Elle's friends into the booth as they followed behind Chloe as she strutted across the bar's floor in her neon pink heels. As I walked, I kept pulling the bottom of my skin-tight black dress as it kept riding up. I didn't feel comfortable at all. Sitting down in the corner of the booth, I watched Chloe and Elle as they talked to the bar man as he placed the tequila, shot glasses, salt and lemon down on the table. Sipping on my cocktail, I looked around the club. It was surprisingly empty, thankfully. 

"Elle, you're first," Chloe beamed, pouring the tequila into a shot glass, making sure it was full to the very rim. 

"There's only one way I'm doing this," Elle grinned with a devious look in her eyes. She grabbed the bar man and pulled him down to sit next to her as Chloe downed a shot of tequila. "Neck back," Elle added, grabbing a pinch of salt and placing it on the bar man's tanned neck once he tipped his head to the side. 

I watched Elle as she slowly licked the salt off the bar man's neck in a flirty manner, downed the shot and then sucked on the lemon as her face squirmed from the taste. 

"Sammy," Chloe grinned, pointing to me as she flung the tequila bottle across the table to me. "Your go."

Reluctantly, I nodded as the bar man shuffled along the booth's bench to sit beside me; his head still tilted, ready for me to put a pinch of salt on it. Taking a deep breath, I moved in closer to the bar man, licked the salt off his neck, downed what I thought was enough of tequila directly from the bottle and then put a slice of lemon in my mouth as quickly as I possibly could. As I slammed the bottle back onto the table and passed it to the next person, Elle and Chloe clapped with huge grins across their faces. "My party girl is back."

*

"You didn't, did you?" I whispered to Chloe as I noticed a tall, handsome man walking across the empty bar towards our table, dressed in a police officer's outfit. 

Chloe didn't respond. Instead, she just grinned at me and wolf whistled at the obvious stripper. 

"Who's the bad girl then?" the stripper winked as he called Elle with his finger. 

Elle giggled as she stood up and walked over towards the chair the stripper had pulled out for her. Guiding her to the seat, the stripper signalled for the same bar man from before to hit play on the music. 

"Chloe," I giggled to Chloe as she clapped along to the beat of The Pussycat Dolls' Buttons as it played through the speakers. 

"Bit of a female stripper's song," one of Elle's friends laughed as she turned around to me and Chloe.

I couldn't stop giggling as I watched the stripped lunging across Elle's lap and thrusting his ass right in her face. "This should not be funny," I whispered to Chloe, gasping for breath in between laughs. "But it's too hilarious."

Chloe grinned at me again before watching the stripper as he undid his shirt slowly. 

*

Kicking my heels off, I got into bed, smiling at George as he laid asleep on his side of the bed with his hand draped over my side of the bed. Picking his arm up off the bed, I snuggled into him and put his arm around me. As soon as his arm hit my body, he wrapped it around me and pulled me in closer. 

"Good night?" he asked in his sleepy voice.

"Yeah," I giggled. "You?"

"It was alright," he yawned before kissing me and falling back asleep as he rested his head against mine.

"I love you," I whispered as I placed my hand up against his cheek and ran my fingers through his soft hair.