Captured

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Their voices were quiet during the rest of the ride, soft music playing on the radio and drifting out the open windows. Blasting music could be heard just down the street and Amira was surprised the cops hadn't been called yet. They had to park pretty far away from the house since the driveway was full and the streets were lined with cars. Rylee turned off the ignition and glanced over at Amira, who was reapplying the lipstick that left when she kissed her. Amira pressed her lips together then closed the mirror of the visor and lifted it up back to its place. She looked to her left at Rylee, who had been caught staring a little too long. She blushed and turned her face away, towards the direction of the house. 

Amira stifled a laugh, "Ready to go?" she urged. Rylee tapped her cheeks with both hands and shook her head, 

"Yeah, I think. Sorry it's just... Wow are you ever gorgeous," she said those last few words breathlessly.

"Thank you, babe. And you look phenomenal, as per usual" She said, giving a sly wink. "Come on, we're already late. Let's get going and have a few drinks before some cops show up. I can't believe the neighbors haven't complained about all the noise yet!" 

"They probably have," said Rylee, opening her car door. Amira did the same.

 They walked together down the street until they reached the door emitting booming music. Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, some overly tan guy with shaggy, blonde, hair burst out the entrance and threw up on the lawn. Andrew, the presumed host, appeared in the now opened doorway and shouted at the scrawny drunk man, laying down in the grass.

 "Hey, hey,hey! Glad you two could make it! Don't mind him, he's a family friend. He'll be fine by mornin'. Come on in! Let me get someone to fix you ladies some drinks." 

They followed him into the house packed with people and blaring EDM music. Gripping tightly onto each others hands, they made their way through the main crowd and into the kitchen, where some ripped guy was making out heavily with some other blonde chick on the counter. 

"This here is Michia, he's the one who'll get you two ladies set up with drinks and snacks. Games are down in the basement and the bedrooms are upstairs!" He said, curling his hands into fists towards himself and thrusting into the air. You've got to be kidding me. Amira was given a mix of rum and coke in a red solo cup whilst Rylee was handed a blue one containing vodka and orange juice. 

"Thanks for the screwdriver!" She shouted over the music. 

Michia nodded. "It looked like you could really use one!". 

They left him to do his bar tending job and wandered around the house for a bit, drinks in hand, dancing on each other. It was fun, and it's good to see her smiling, Amira thought.

***

Amira woke up the next morning with quite the nasty hangover, immediately rolling out of bed and retreating to her en-suite bathroom. As soon as she got on her knees, all the alcohol from last night rose up into her throat and exited out her mouth. Gross, she thought, pulling strands of hair away from her mouth. She reached to her right and ripped some squares of toilet paper to wipe her messy mouth. After throwing it in the bowl and flushing down those nasty fluids, she stood up wobbly and made her way to the sink. I look like a zombie. Amira turned on the sink and splashed her face with cold water to help wake herself up. She brushed both her teeth and her hair before climbing back in bed with Rylee, who was still fast asleep. She smiled then turned to face the other direction before falling back asleep.