Bestfriend or Best Lover

SEVEN

Belle's POV

I entered INKwell with Arden trailing behind me with a sense of anticipation while constantly pulling at my ever-riding-up black skirt. The dance floor was full; The smell of shot mix drinks attacking my nostrils. Arden and I found it increasingly difficult to move around the many sweaty bodies, we proceeded to push our way through the crowd nevertheless; with only one destination in mind- the bar.

"Four shots of tequila and two beers please," Arden shouts our order from behind me, struggling to be heard over the pounding music.

The lady bartender nodded her head in understanding and set about prepping our drinks, I catch her looking at me. I think she remembers me.

"Where's the other one tonight?" She asked, indeed referring to Kyrie, which in turn, made me smile.

I instantly felt the corners of my mouth twitch in mischievous smirk; caused by the decision I made to wing-woman one of my friend.

"He's stuck at work, I'm afraid. But, I'm pretty sure he'll be pleased to know you were asking about him," I said, or rather shouted; much to the music's convenience.

She gently handed over our beers and with wide eyes, smiled that drop dead gorgeous smile of her.

"Why would me asking after him please him?" She smirked, thankfully participating in the playful banter I had set up for us both.

"Why don't you call him and ask," I grinned, slyly handing over one of Kyrie's business cards.

Thankfully, the lady bartender which name is Denver took it no questions asked, and placed it carefully in her back pocket, sending a friendly wink my way while doing so. Her attention then returned back to her work as she proceeded to pour out our four shots.

"Here you go," Denver yelled to Arden, whose front was currently pressed against my back.

He murmur a thanks and pulled at the hem of my skirt when I attempted to bring it further down.

"Stop pulling at it. You're not flashing anything," he ensured, embracing his amusement.

I craned my neck to enable myself a better angle to reply.

"I can't help it, I feel like this is too short and I think, I'm showing my underwear to the world. I can't believe I let you talk me into wearing this," I pouted, making sure he could see clearly just how unhappy I was about it. These skirt was so vintage that I think I bought this when I was still in middle school.  "You know I'm a jeans kind of girl," I added, smiling through his smirk.

Arden had come around to my house at seven as planned and insisted I change my jeans outfit, which according to him, was something worn back in the 80's. He was exaggerated. My jeans wasn't that bad. He recommended the black skirt and pairing it with my glittery tank top. "Saying I look fucking amazing."

He always did have such a way with words.

"Relax, you're not showing anything and besides, you have a killer legs and a fantastic bum, Campbell," he delighted, spanking me right at it.

The action caused me to push forward and as I ended up slamming my stomach into the bar on an elegant groan, I cursed my best friend for all that he was. Arden, having seen none of this, simply leaned over me to grab his drink; the feel of his groin pressing into my ass certainly bringing me back to reality. Blushing furiously (and thanking the high heavens above for the low lighting) I subtly shrugged off my embarrassment and followed suit by taking hold of my first shot.

"To Belle's killer legs and sexy ass," he marvelled, holding up the tequila glass to toast the air surrounding us.

His jaw widened into a full blown grin, exposing his left dimple and I instantly smiled, joining in with his celebratory toast by singing a happy, "cheers!" The fiery liquid made quick leeway on sliding down my throat and while warming me from the inside out, I jumped when the sensation of cool breath stung at my bare arm.