hot sex scene. party
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The next day goes by uneventfully, and the day after – The twenty-seventh – Arthur and I get invited to a party by my (younger, is it?) step-brother Billy.
“No, Tally. I don’t think we should go.” Arthur reinstates for the twelfth time. I groan, looking at him. Even though he is completely denying the fact that we’re going, he hasn’t stopped me from getting ready for it. I flick on some more mascara, after caking my face with makeup, and stand up straight to look at Arthur, who is also ready to go, even though we might not be going in the first place.
“We should! Come on, when was the last time you went to a college party? I also heard that the parties here in England are legendary!” I persuade, and he sighs.
“Tally…”
“Please, Arthur? This can be it. This’ll be the last time that they see me.” I beg, and he looks me straight in the eyes.
“Promise me.” I blink a few times, trying to not reach up and rub my black-ringed eyes.
“Promise.” I give him a glance over, with his ripped dark blue jeans, boots, and yet another band tee with a leather jacket. I crook a smile, and look at my nearly matching outfit, skinny black jeans, light blue Converse, and elderly ‘The Ramones’ shirt. I slip on a light hoodie, fluffing my hair, and grab the keys with my newly painted light blue nails, leading Arthur out to the car, even though I get into the passenger seat and hand him the keys. He pulls us out of the driveway, and soon enough, we’re driving through lower Liverpool, looking for the grungy apartment complex at which Thomas’s friend and party host is living at. We spot it immediately when we feel the bass from outside the building, cars scattered up and down the dark street. We hastily exit and make our way up the stairs, knocking before opening the door to the party.
It’s in full swing. Frat students are adorned in what we wear, dancing wildly to something distinctly glam. Arthur and I close the door behind us, giving each other sideways smirks, before we head to the kitchen, to see a card game ensue. I can’t figure out the rules myself, but whenever someone wins, the winner gets to take a swig of their beer. After closer inspection, I see that there is not only beer, but rum and vodka and plenty of other different assortments. I grab a bottle, Arthur following suit. We jokingly clink them together, before opening them and taking a few sips. I haven’t tasted alcohol in a while, and decide that it’s still as nasty-yet-delicious as it has ever been.
“Tally!” I hear from behind, before I get grappled into a hug by Billy. I turn to look at him and see that, although it’s only ten-ish at night, his blue eyes are glazed over and his smile a little too dopey to be sober, not to even mention the blonde tornado that is revealed to be his hair.
“Hi, Billy! Are we here on time?” I greet happily, taking another drink from my beer. He nods.
“Perfect timing! I have someone I want you to meet!” He turns around, before pulling a red-haired girl with hazel eyes next to him. Her eyes are outlined like mine, and she looks to be a little tipsy, but not as wrecked as Billy. “This is Annabelle!” I give her a bright grin, Arthur smiling politely.
“Hello, you two. Billy has said some stuff about you guys.” She says in a thick Irish accent. Arthur and I nod.
“Hi, Annabelle! I really like your shirt!” I compliment honestly at her vintage Grateful Dead shirt. She shrugs.
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