Try something else on for a while, hair is only temporary.” She shrugged and I huffed, checking out the streaks of magenta coursing through her dark locks.
I nibbled on my bottom lip, glancing down at the sensible Chucks on my feet, the crossbody I wore nearly every day, then back to one of her fancy clutches on the bed.
“Can I carry that?” My eyes gleamed, finally feeling excitement pulse to life inside me.
“My McQueen?” She stuck out her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes at me. “Swear on everything you hold dear to love it and cradle it like your firstborn child?”
I laughed outright. Taylor had always been fashion-obsessed but I had no idea she felt that strongly. “I promise. And you’re off your rocker, I think you should know that.”
“Shut up, little sis.” She popped a kiss on my forehead, using the endearment she’d been using since we were little. We were only a year and a half apart, I for one didn’t see much of a distinction, besides, to most outsiders my maturity probably far outweighed hers.
“One night only, then tomorrow morning it’s back to the books. I have to pass that mid-term or I’m screwed for the rest of the class.” I felt the anxiety coiling in my stomach again.
“I know, I know, if you don’t pass it then what have you been working for all these years?” She mimicked the excuse I often used.
“Well, I’m just saying. I'm not staying out late, and don’t ask me to do shots.”
“No shots? Boo!”
I grinned and shook my head at her boundless enthusiasm. “No shots. Now what dress am I wearing?”
Two hours later and I found myself at the bar, a line of shots spread out before the two of us.
“Bottom’s up little sis.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I voiced my dismay before lifting a lemon drop shot in my hand.
“To a wild night! And maybe a little sausage for both of us.” She winked before throwing the shot back, leaving me giggling uncontrollably and choking down my own.
“Next!” Taylor called, slamming her glass down and lifting the second she’d ordered for each of us.
“I’m not even done with this one!” I swallowed a sip, the sour confection rushing down my throat.
“Come on, big girl panties up, let’s do this.” She tipped the shot glass to my lips and I swallowed the remainder of the liquid. I slid the empty glass across the bar and lifted the other. “YOLO.”
“For being the big sister you sure are a bad influence.” I grunted before gathering courage in my stomach and taking the other shot in one long gulp.
“Sisters?” Someone said from behind me. “Another round on me!”
“What, no--” I turned to find a handsome guy, hair still wet from a shower, and bold dark eyes eating up the space between him and us.
“Why thank you.” My sister cooed while leaning forward to give him a very generous view of her cleavage.
“Ah, here we go.” I knew that look, she’d found her plaything for the night.
“I’m Luc, wanna dance?” His gaze honed in on my sister’s breasts.
“I would love to.” She flirted shamelessly before lifting her hand out to his. He paced a kiss on it that almost made my stomach turn with the amount of cheese.
“Go, dance, be merry, I’ll be here.” I waved her off, turning back to the lemon drop the bartender had just placed in front of me. “Thanks for the drink!”
Taylor and mystery boy had already disappeared off into the quickly thickening crowd.
“He does that a lot, you may want to warn her.” A voice rumbled from over my shoulder. I sighed, thinking if barhopping meant fending off creepy men all night, I would be retiring much earlier than even I expected.
“She’s fine, she does it all the time.” I waved, not even bothering to match the voice with a face.
“I’m Jenson.”
A hand thrust out of my peripheral vision and I paused, thinking I didn’t even want to shake it. Who
I nibbled on my bottom lip, glancing down at the sensible Chucks on my feet, the crossbody I wore nearly every day, then back to one of her fancy clutches on the bed.
“Can I carry that?” My eyes gleamed, finally feeling excitement pulse to life inside me.
“My McQueen?” She stuck out her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes at me. “Swear on everything you hold dear to love it and cradle it like your firstborn child?”
I laughed outright. Taylor had always been fashion-obsessed but I had no idea she felt that strongly. “I promise. And you’re off your rocker, I think you should know that.”
“Shut up, little sis.” She popped a kiss on my forehead, using the endearment she’d been using since we were little. We were only a year and a half apart, I for one didn’t see much of a distinction, besides, to most outsiders my maturity probably far outweighed hers.
“One night only, then tomorrow morning it’s back to the books. I have to pass that mid-term or I’m screwed for the rest of the class.” I felt the anxiety coiling in my stomach again.
“I know, I know, if you don’t pass it then what have you been working for all these years?” She mimicked the excuse I often used.
“Well, I’m just saying. I'm not staying out late, and don’t ask me to do shots.”
“No shots? Boo!”
I grinned and shook my head at her boundless enthusiasm. “No shots. Now what dress am I wearing?”
Two hours later and I found myself at the bar, a line of shots spread out before the two of us.
“Bottom’s up little sis.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I voiced my dismay before lifting a lemon drop shot in my hand.
“To a wild night! And maybe a little sausage for both of us.” She winked before throwing the shot back, leaving me giggling uncontrollably and choking down my own.
“Next!” Taylor called, slamming her glass down and lifting the second she’d ordered for each of us.
“I’m not even done with this one!” I swallowed a sip, the sour confection rushing down my throat.
“Come on, big girl panties up, let’s do this.” She tipped the shot glass to my lips and I swallowed the remainder of the liquid. I slid the empty glass across the bar and lifted the other. “YOLO.”
“For being the big sister you sure are a bad influence.” I grunted before gathering courage in my stomach and taking the other shot in one long gulp.
“Sisters?” Someone said from behind me. “Another round on me!”
“What, no--” I turned to find a handsome guy, hair still wet from a shower, and bold dark eyes eating up the space between him and us.
“Why thank you.” My sister cooed while leaning forward to give him a very generous view of her cleavage.
“Ah, here we go.” I knew that look, she’d found her plaything for the night.
“I’m Luc, wanna dance?” His gaze honed in on my sister’s breasts.
“I would love to.” She flirted shamelessly before lifting her hand out to his. He paced a kiss on it that almost made my stomach turn with the amount of cheese.
“Go, dance, be merry, I’ll be here.” I waved her off, turning back to the lemon drop the bartender had just placed in front of me. “Thanks for the drink!”
Taylor and mystery boy had already disappeared off into the quickly thickening crowd.
“He does that a lot, you may want to warn her.” A voice rumbled from over my shoulder. I sighed, thinking if barhopping meant fending off creepy men all night, I would be retiring much earlier than even I expected.
“She’s fine, she does it all the time.” I waved, not even bothering to match the voice with a face.
“I’m Jenson.”
A hand thrust out of my peripheral vision and I paused, thinking I didn’t even want to shake it. Who
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