Pen Pals

Middle of the night

Shin and the two females were snogging each other rather than focusing on the game. And currently were losing, which they carelessly blamed on the heavy shots. Good! Because that means I don't have to go to the bdsm club with that jealous bitch, who's rubbing herself up against Mr dumpling here.

Mark and Xing were drunk and were continously arguing, but were still playing. The girls they were both with were trying to kiss up on them, but they weren't 100% interested. I don't blame them, because my boss had them running for their money. My boss was currently winning his hand, if it wasn't obvious. However, I was second, which everyone envied, because they say Ty is helping me, which he slightly is by giving me hints.

Overall, we've played two rounds, which my boss won both. On the second round I was actually close, but my boss began touching my thigh and whispering flattering things, causing my drunken ass to be distracted. He whispered the wrong card into my ear and so I put it down, losing the round along with everyone else. Dirty mo fo!

On the third and current round, everyone is fully drunk and sloppy. Me and Ty are somehow flirting and building chemistry, which I know is bad, but I also blame the liquor. I've had about 5-ish shots and my body is out of control. The reason I said ish, is because its difficult to back down those throat killers.

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Not even an hour later and I'm in a limousine. My head is lying on a hard chest and that's the last thing I remember before I went nun-night.

I felt the need to pee and so I forced my eyes open. It's dark, but fortunately the blinds from the window weren't shut- meaning the moon's light shined into my bedroom. My bedroom? A bedroom? Or a fucking Hall?! No it's a bedroom, but it's not my bedroom. It has a gigantic bed that I'm now sitting up in. It has a large wall of mirrors, with handles, probaby is a mirror wardrobe. It's definitely a bedroom, but my focus wasn't good and neither was my head. Besides I need the loo and I'm not chained to the bed or anything so I need to go!

I steadily got up, feeling a tad light headed, before walking to one of two proper doors. Fortunately, the first one I opened was a bathroom. Despite it being dark in here, there were these fancy night lights that allowed me to see the shower and toilet. I felt around the walls for the light, but found nothing. As I took a step further the lights automatically switched on almost blinding the fuck out of me. White lights are the best looking, but when you just woke up lightheaded with a migraine it's fucking horrible! I immediately pulled up my dress, which made me feel sticky, so I could urinate.

I didn't have to physically pull down the handle to flush the toilet as there wasn't one. There's a little silver like button which has a hand sensor. So is everything automatically sensitive up in here? Pretty cool still..

I walked over to the sink and looked at my run-down self in the mirror. My hair was in a sloppy knot rather than a bun. My lipstick was no longer visible, whilst my eyebrows were merely smudged. Good job I didn't wear a lot of makeup. I washed my hands before wetting my face to refresh myself. I looked at myself in the mirror again and shook my head, having to find an escape route so I can get home safely and wash my clammy skin.

Before I exited the bathroom I observed the beautiful crystal white tiles and marble that was embedded into the bathroom. This looks so heavenly and luxurious, but I have to be sensible and get home before I find myself in trouble. As I walked out into the dark bedroom, my bare feet felt the coolness of the laminated wooden floor.

Wheres my shoes?!
In fact.. Where's my purse?! My phone?!

I speedily walked towards the light switch, which was more of a knob which you had to press then turn to your desired lighting. Rich ass place that's for sure! But I cannot fantasise I have to leave.