Bed Bug

Chapter 3 - "Seriously Bev, Up to?"

I woke up to the sound of something crashing in the kitchen. Moaning, I rolled over and pressed a palm against my forehead, well and truly feeling the hangover. Reaching for the water on my nightstand I was disappointed to find my bottle empty.

I groaned and swung my legs over the side of the bed, before shuffling into the kitchen. My jaw dropped at the sight of hundreds of glass bottles, cans and stains dotting the carpet. The bench was in a disarray of empty alcoholic beverages, cigarette butts, and food.

The worst eyesore was the one sitting on a stool at the island table. "Still here?"

"Actually," he shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. He had really made himself at home. "I just got in. Your neighbour, Miranda, nice woman." He gave me a cheeky grin which made me gag.

"I'd rather not hear about your conquests," flicking the tap on I welcomed the water running into my bottle. Once it was full I quickly raised it to my lips and moaned at the cold liquid streaming down my throat.

"Jealous?" Finn asked once I had had my moment with the water.

I scoffed and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, it was an impassioned drinking session to say the least. "Hardly."

He looked unconvinced and chuckled. "Ready for round two again tonight then?"

I gave him a baffled look, "Seriously?"

Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked at me as if I was stupid. "Of course, it's a Saturday night."

Groaning I headed back to my room, if I was going to do it again tonight I would need to sleep for another few hours.

- - -

Surrounded by drunken twenty-somethings was something I did not imagine putting myself through for not one, but two nights in a row. However, I was enjoying myself a little more than last night as we were at John Kingston's party and I was hoping to get lucky.

John and I had rendezvoused a few times in the past, but it was never anything more than drunken hook-ups and booty calls. Not that I minded in the slightest, one might say I preferred that over the icky emotions and dramas that came with relationships.

I had come to this thing solo - well without Lexi. I still knew most of the people here but Lexi was my sidekick, especially when it came to wingwomaning. However, she decided one night was enough and her and Marcus were having a movie night, leaving me to conquer alone.

Looking around the party I tried to spot John but I couldn't see his floppy blonde mop of hair anywhere. Sighing, I pulled my phone out my pocket and sent him a quick "Up to."

"Bev," drink was poured into my nearly empty cup and I looked up to see Mandy and Emma grinning as Mandy emptied the vodka bottle in her hand. Emma topped me up with Sprite so at least it wasn't straight. "Drink."

Amusing my friends and wanting to have a good time I poured the contents of the cup down my throat, wincing at the taste. "Lord almighty, Emma," I screwed my face up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You could have been a bit more generous with the Sprite."

Laughing, she grabbed the vodka out of Mandy's hand and had a large swig to prove a point. Rolling my eyes, I spotted a signature set of curls in the far end of the kitchen so I called out to him. "Carter!"

He looked up and around, clearly trying to locate the source of the name calling, and when his eyes locked on mine I smiled and waved. Returning the wave he sauntered over and slung an arm over my shoulder, his hip colliding into mine. "Emma, Mandy, this is Carter my new flattie. Carter, Emma, Mandy," flicking my wrist between them all I made the introductions.