Ellie Taylor was a shy twenty-five year old girl who didn't know what to do with her life. Her parents had recently passed away, leaving Lottie to inherit a small country cottage house in the middle of nowhere; a far cry from her last few years spen...
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It wasn't long before Tuesday was upon us, and I woke up on the morning of the party feeling a little over confident. The motto that I had chosen for myself was 'new day, new me'.
I spent the morning doing boring house work and after that I had to pop to the local shop to restock on booze. I gawk in amazement at all of the different types of alcohol that exist - gin, whiskey....and that's as far as my little corner shop went with variety.
I was more of a wine girl as I always associated hard liquors with getting way to wasted at some college house party.
I weighed up the pros and cons of each drink. Gin makes you sin (apparently). Maybe I should steer clear of that. But didn't Sophie tell me that whiskey makes you frisky? That's a definate no no, then!
In the end I resorted to 'eeny meeny miney mo' as the untlimate decision decider, and my index finger landed on gin.
Great.
I paid for the big bottle and made my way back up the lane toward the cottage.
It was now five in the evening, and Sophie and I had decided to start getting ready. We sit at the kitchen table and tip out the entire contents of our makeup bags onto the surface.
Sophie grabs two glasses, some cans of 7up and the dreaded gin and mixes us both a drink. I watch in awe as she expertly fills nearly half the cup with gin and the rest with 7 up (a real skill), finishing them off with lemon segments and a straws. She turns to me and hands me the cold drink.
"Are we ready to get totally fucked?" She smirks at me.
I choke on air as I am reminded by yesterday mornings happenings.
"Yes?" I reply with absolutely confidence whatsoever.
We clink our glasses high in the air and return to completing our faces.
An hour later I find myself struggling to put on my bra in the bathroom. Two gins down and I am already failing myself.
"Come on, Ellie. Pull it together!" I scold myself in the mirror.
I had chosen an outfit that wasnt the easiest to place on a body. It was very clingy, and I knew that if I wasn't extremely tipsy right now, I would not have made this outfit decision.
Once the clothes were finally on, i exhaled in relief and stared at myself in mirror.
Alcohol told me that I looked hot.
Whatever sober element was left of me yelled out all of my securities.
However, it was Sophie who made the final decision.
"Come on, Ellie!" She yelled from downstairs.
With that I sped out of the toilet and made my way down each step slower than a slug, the kitten heels that I was wearing proving to be more difficult than they looked.
"Hubba hubba!" Sophie yelled, swaying a little in the process. She had obviously had more to drink during my absence.
This was going to be a fun night.
We both sat in the kitchen for a little longer to discuss any plans and strategies that we might need for the night ahead.
I pour myself another drink and Sophie grins at me. "Good idea!" She smirks.
"Sophie, you need to lay off the drink tonight if you want to actually rememember everything your gonna see tonight in the morning" I attempted to approach the situation gently.
She shushed me with the wave of her hand. "Don't be worrying about me, sweetheart! Its Mark we should be praying for" she grimmaced. "And besides, I think Liam totally wants to bang the living daylights out of you" she smiles at the thought of that.
I gasp at the thought of that.
"Sophie, pack it in!" I joke with her. "Liam and I will never be anything but weird acquaintances. Not friends, not ever. Too much has happened..."
With that we both fall silent.
Sophie looks at her watch as the clock strikes eight.
"Shit! We should really be making tracks if we wanna catch Mark at the start of his whore rampage" she giggled and burped at the same time.
My mind was on the emphasis that Sophie had placed on the word 'we'. I for one had no intention of catching Mark out. He had always been a sleaze-bag, and always would be as far as I was concerned.
I grabbed my long black cardigan and clutch bag and made my way to the door with Sophie swaying in front of me.
I was ready to piss Liam right off.
My flirting game wasn't strong, but to annoy the one and only LG, I would do anything.
Liquor courage was slowly starting to take over my body and I suddenly felt nervous. But it was too late to go back now.
I took a deep breath, smiled and exited the house.
I was feeling good about myself and about the night ahead.
Nothing could possibly go wrong...could it?
Random chapter missing LG's presence, but I really wanted to do a chapter based on how Ellie is feeling, what she is wearing and what what her plan is. I hope you liked it! Chapter of Liam's POV coming up shortly! HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!💗🎄
