My best friend's brother and my brother's best friend (2016)

A girls night out

We approach the club as I ready my ID, it is 18+ but under 18's can attend with an adult.

"You know, lovely ladies like yourselves don't need ID," the middle aged bouncer comments leerily to us.

"Yeah ... thanks," I cringe pulling Cara into the club before she throws shade back at the little bald guy.

"Ugh!"

"I know," I say wrapping my arm around her neck as we head towards the pulsing music "but let's not get kicked out just yet."

"Why should he get away with that?"

"He was harmless, he'll get battered soon enough I should think."

We head straight for the already crowded bar and I carefully wedge myself to the front of lots of very excited girls.

"What will it be?" Ok, this bartender is the definition of gorgeous.

"Two Porn Star Martinis please," I say with a slight flick of my hair.

"For you anything." He gives me a cheeky wink before setting about mixing us our drinks.

"Took you long enough," Cara exclaims when I finally locate her in the booth that she's bagged.

"Here," I say passing her her drink which she takes a welcome sip of.

"Thank you my lovely. So are you going to tell me what you got up to with my brother last night?"

"Hm," I gasp, unfortunately at the same time that I take a sip of my own drink, making me half-splutter.

"Oh come on, you spend the night in his room and then the next day it just so happens to be super awkward between you two."

"May I point out that I wouldn't have had to share a room with him if you and my brother hadn't been so obviously at it."

"No you may not, you will not change the subject. Also if you were really opposed to it, why did you not sleep in one of the spare rooms."

"Eli said all the beds were stripped," I protest taking another drink.

"How convenient." Cara rolls her eyes before reaching the halfway point of her drink.

"Slow down," I laugh grabbing her wrist carefully.

"Why? It's summer and girls night, just make sure you can keep up with me."

***

"About You Now" by the Sugababes envelopes the room around us as the already heaving dance floor fills with even more tipsy women.

Me and Cara have wormed our way to pretty much the front and are replicating our well rehearsed dance moves.

"That DJ is so fit!"

"Hey calm down," I laugh nudging her "remember a certain someone called Jeremy."

"I'm looking not touching," she protests continuing her perfect dance moves.