Tea Break

Revenge Story

This is the first chapter of something in the works. I'm going to redo my profile and try to write my stories again, so The Broken Ones will be taken down until I find the motivation to write it again. Anyhow, enjoy this chapter of this story. :) -B

It was dark. The only light came from the strobe lights on the ceiling and the neon lights below the bar. The air was thick with the smell of top shelf liquor and sex. I was seething in a plush booth in the corner of the bar. On the dance floor was my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, with another girl grinding against him. I glared at him from my seat, arms crossed while my friend looked at me sympathetically.

The three of them had dragged my from my night in with a movie since Shane, the ex-boyfriend, had told me he was going out to a work related event. What he had failed to mention was the fact that this event was code for cheating on your girlfriend. However, they had dressed me up before dragging me out of the apartment.

"Looks Tori, he's not worth it. We all knew he was sleaze." chided my friend Eliza. She was in a stable and "perfect" relationship and felt she was an expert in romance since her boyfriend was clearly wrapped around her finger.

Eliza possessed strawberry blonde hair, honey colored eyes and a smattering of freckles along her button nose. She was petite, no taller than my five foot zero, and looked like a living doll. She loved anything girly, hence the white lace romper she wore that displayed her pale skin and long limbs, perfect for ballet dancing. However, tonight she stood taller in nude colored heeled sandals and the gold necklace from her boyfriend glimmered under the lights.

I rolled my eyes, "Thank you, Eliza. For stating the obvious. Do you want to scold me for dating him for three months?" I growled. She shrugged and whipped out her phone, clearly down with the conversation.

"It's not your fault, Tori," Dianna told me with a pat on the back. She gave me terse smile. Dianna was quiet, mousy even and looked uncomfortable in the club setting. She was constantly looking around and over her shoulder, on the edge.

While Eliza was small, Dianna towered over us. She had hair so pale it ventured into being white and blue eyes framed by thick lashed that never needed mascara. She wore a loose red camisole tucked into black jeans and topping off the outfit with black boots. Dianna wore flats, never wanting to be taller than she was.

"Alright you hens. Stop trying to comfort her. Shane is an ass who can have the skank. Victoria has more class in her pinkie finger," came the voice of Corine, my best friend since kindergarten. She looked at me up and down, taking in her hand work on my outfit and hair. "You look amazing, and take this, and you'll feel amazing." she set down three shots of clear liquid onto the table. A sweet smell came from the shot glasses. Corine had no filter and encouraged all of us to try new things.

While most of us were either tanned from the sun or fair skinned, Corine stood out. She had dark skin from her Latina heritage. Her mother's family had come from Puerto Rico while her father was French. Corine spoke both fluently with her family. Because of this, her hair was a shade lighter than black naturally, but had dyed it blonde. with dark eyes. She liked to dress up all the time and tonight was no exception. She wore a mauve colored top that veed all the way to her navel, tucked into a white wrap skirt. Under her shirt was a gold chain that outlined her chest. She topped it off with grey thigh high boots. She looked gorgeous. While most men gawked at her and tried to flirt, Corine preferred girls.

"Really Cor, she needs ice cream and sweatpants, not tight jeans and booze," Eliza claimed, looking up from her phone.

"Eliza, get your head out of that fantasy world, she needs this. She can take the shot and find some cute guy to dance with. Right next to Shane and his prostitute." she grinned and lifted up her own shot glass.