“Silas, Ricky, Julian, Alex, and sorry, I’m not sure who you are” Will says. “Too cool to introduce us?” one of them says. “Guys, this is Y/N and it’s her birthday, so I’m taking her to dance.” Will says in a rush. Somewhere in the back, we make our way to a table crowded with guys. Impatient with my teasing, he grabs my hand and pulls me from the bar with him. “So give me a chance to celebrate with you.” he protests. “Thanks for the drink, but I think I should get back to my friends” I say. I can see him looking at me out of the side of his eye as he sips his but I pretend to be unfazed by it. The bartender slides our drinks across the bar. He looks so good, like when-can-I-get-you-back-to-my-place good. “The other half are drunk off their asses and unaware at what they’re missing.” I can’t help but smile at him. He smiles at me. “I’ll be straight up, I noticed you as soon as you walked in and so did half of everyone else here.” He reaches around me and hands the bartender his card, all without taking his eyes off my face. Except I’ve definitely seen that jawline somewhere. “But I don’t even know you” I say, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
“If you don’t mind,” he says, “I’d like to buy your drink”. Six foot, dreads pulled back in a knot, and a devious smile on his face, an incredibly attractive guy is looking at me. “Make that two, will you?” a deep voice with an Australian accent says behind me. “Can I get a Mai Tai please?” I practically scream at the bartender after shoving through the throng of people in my way. “Who’s ready to break this thing in?” I say, raising an eyebrow. I whip out my new ID, flashing it at them in all its new glory and untapped potential. “Do you have absolutely everything?” Ari asks me, focused on keeping up with our schedule. “Thank you, thank you” I say, giving them a little twirl and a bow. You lookin’ thick as all hell”, and Gemma says, “Twenty-one is a great look for you.” I flick a curly lock of hair over my shoulder and turn to the side for effect.Ĭleo adds, “Shit, girl. They turn around, giving me one quick look up and down. Satisfied, I step out of the bathroom, ready to be praised by my friends. I smooth my hands over the black fitted dress I’m wearing, reaching up to fix the shoulders so that you can see the definition of my clavicle, adjust my boots so they reach an even height on my calves, and align the pendant of my necklace to lay symmetrically against my chest. I tilt my head to the side a bit, displaying the glow on my cheekbones.
“Don’t you fucking rush me!” I give myself a good look in the mirror, turning to examine my ass and flirt with myself. “Y/N! The car is here in 4 minutes!” yells Gemma.