Two rules that are never broken:
1. Drunken mistakes have lasting consequences
2. New Year's resolutions never go as planned
But is it a good thing or a bad thing when life throws in the plot twists? Calum and CiCi are about to find out...
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"Enjoy your evening." The bouncer calls as CiCi steps around him into the noise of the club, immediately being greeted by the warm stench of too many people and too much cologne mixed with alcohol.
Wandering through the outer edge of the crowd until she can reach the bar, she immediately orders a drink. Turning to survey the floor as she sips at the sweet cherry flavored poison.
"Looking for someone." She turns to a guy approaching from her left.
"I am. Thanks though." She smiles kindly, not lost on her that in most situations she would have jumped at his offer. Instead she almost seems relieved that he so easily nods and wanders towards the dance floor.
Throwing her freshly dyed hair over her shoulder she starts to get annoyed when she can't seem to find who she wants. Slowly walking the perimeter of the room in search of his dark hair and tan skin within the flashing lights.
"You seem to have had a busy day." She freezes, his voice low, breath warm against her mostly bare shoulder. One hand playing suddenly with the ends of her hair.
"I needed a change, and I wasn't ready to let go of you yet." She smirks as she spins to greet him.
"I wasn't looking for a blonde." He chuckles, "Might have found you a lot quicker if I had known."
"I put it on Instagram." She shrugs.
"I've been working all day and night. I wasn't on Instagram." He shrugs, "I like it though."
"Good. If the king didn't like it I'd have to change it back."
"Wanna dance, Moore?" He motions towards the crowded floor with his head.
"Only with you, Hood." She nods, taking the hand he offers and letting him pull her out onto the floor.
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"So, I actually have a question for you." CiCi talks close to his ear as he drags her towards the bar for another drink after they'd been dancing a while.
"Shoot." He turns to make sure she heard him.
"I know your friends have opinions on us, on this whole whatever fuck buddy thing we are. What are they?"
"Have you seen them try to interrupt us tonight?" He chuckles.
"No. And I don't know if that is a privacy thing or a 'I don't want to talk to her or about this' thing."
"I'd go with the latter." Calum sighs, "They think you're still playing a game, that it's all to get some shit you can blackmail me or ruin my reputation with."
