"Miss Rose-"
"Hold on." I blink rapidly to adjust my eyes to the light.
"Countinue." I say.
"Miss rose, do you have any idea why you are here?"
Meet Olivia Rose, she's our typical college student- broke AF, always lazy and a stomach full with Chines...
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"Here's to our last night of keeping our sanity!"
Six beer bottles met together in a loud clink, followed by a round of "cheers!" which was drowned by the loud music and chatter in the club. The group of six were huddled in the corner, the air light and easy around them. Katerina drowned her shot first, wiping her red painted lips with the back of her hand,
"I may get a hungover tomorrow, but who cares!" She yelled over the music, grabbing another shot from the tray Samuel had brought over. "Drink it up, babes." She urged the brunette eyeing the amount of alcohol with wide eyes. "You are legal in the UK, so it doesn't matter."
Olivia held up her shot glass, the clear liquid bubbling as she swished the glass. With a deep breath, she gulped it down, scrunching her nose at the bitter taste. So maybe she had drank before, but it was only at a highschool party and the only think she drank was a cheap beer— it didn't even taste good.
"We are such a bad influence." Sam mumbled, holding a beer bottle to his cheek. "Do you think I can get arrested for illegally smuggling a minor in a club?"
"I don't think so." Emir shrugged, eyeing a perky blonde sitting a few seats away from them. "Hey, I 'll catch up with you tomorrow, yeah?" He patted the younger man in the shoulder, brushing past him over to the group of girls eyeing them for the past ten minutes.
"And then there were five." Sam took a large gulp from his bottle. "Man, Emir's lucky he has high alcohol tolerance."
"You are fucking wasted, dude." Apollo mused, "Maybe tone down the alcohol for tonight, hmm?" He opened a few buttons of his white shirt, rolling up the sleeves up to his elbows. The flashing lights were making his head hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt.
Katerina and Olivia both giggled, tripping their way to the dance floor with their hands clasped together. Apollo almost laughed seeing the glare on Ivan's face as he scowled at everyone who even dared to breathe in his wife's direction. The guy was whipped, then again, Katerina was an amazing woman, especially when the dress she was wearing—
"Eyes off my girl, Apollo." Ivan smacked the back of his head, glaring at him.
"I would if you could just relax, man." Apollo offered his best friend a shot glass. "Katerina can take care of herself, she would probably gauge a man's eyes if he even stared at her the wrong way."
