"Ho-ly shit," I said, taken aback as I stood in front of the mirror.
Samara put a hand on my shoulder, "You look amazing."
"Mhm," Darian nodded, on the other side of me.
I blinked a few times, my lids feeling heavy due to the smoky eyeshadow and winged eyeliner, making my eyes pop with colour. My lips were a wine red and I was wearing a skin-tight strapless dress that was the same colour as my lips.
Samara suddenly started spraying hair spray on my carefully curled hair, breaking my trance, "You could be a model, girl."
"I doubt that," I turned to my friends, giving them both a big smile, "Thank you guys, I think tonight is going to be great."
They both gave me a hug in return, however, Darian pulled back saying, "Picture time!"
First, it was a nice selfie of all three of us, then a goofy one. Afterwards, Darian decided he wanted to have a photo with just me. Then Samara wanted one with me and then one with Darian. In total, it felt like nearly a half hour of solid picture taking.
"Alright, now are we done?" I asked, ready to get to the party.
"Patience," my roommate sighed as he clicked away on his phone, his blue eyes glued to the screen. A minute later he was finished, placing his phone in his pocket, "Alrighty my dudes, let's go."
"Hello and welcome to my not-so humble abode," Darian's boyfriend boomed as he swung open the door.
"Hey, babe," Darian gave Justin a quick peck on the cheek, "This is my roommate, Audrey."
"Nice to meet you," I beamed, holding out my hand.
Justin ignored it and pulled me into a hug, "Nice to meet you too! Darian has told me so much about you."
"Good things I hope," I laughed as I pulled back from his hug.
He smiled, "All good things, I promise." Justin turned his head to Samara's direction, "And you must be Samara. Darian says you're all the sass in the group."
"Obviously," Samara responded with a wink.
Darian clapped his hands together, causing us to look in his direction, "Alright, enough chit chat. Let's party people."
Two hours later, Darian was dancing the night away with Justin in the living room and Samara was sitting outside with some other people by the fire pit. Meanwhile, three shots of vodka and four beers later, I sat on a stool in the kitchen finishing my fifth beer.
I was about to reach out for another one when my phone started to vibrate on the counter.
"Hello?" I drawled out loudly, hoping whoever is calling me can hear over the music.
"Where the hell are you?" A voice yelled angrily into their phone.
I hopped off the stool, weaving my way through the sweaty drunk bodies in the living room to go outside. Once I reached the door, I answered, "I am currently in the great outdoors."
"Bullshit!" The man boomed, "You're at a party acting like you don't even have a boyfriend!"
"Noah?" I asked, suddenly realizing who was on the other end of the phone call. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Noah let out a big, annoyed sigh, "I saw the pictures of you and your little city friends on Instagram."
"So?" I challenged as I kicked a pebble off the porch out of frustration. The cool air started to make me shiver and I was starting to get really impatient with my supposedly supportive boyfriend.
"So," Noah began, "You're acting like someone you're not. Wearing a skimpy dress, five pounds of makeup, and partying with a bunch of strangers? What is wrong with you?"
My breath hitched in my throat and an angry heat rose from my legs all the way up to my chest, "You know what Noah? I am so sick of your bulls-"
"And that's enough out of you," an amused voice said from behind me while grabbing my phone, "Don't take what she said to heart buddy, she's a little -- scratch that -- a lot, drunk. She'll talk to you tomorrow when she isn't a sassy drunk."
I whipped my head in the voice's direction, "You can't just-" I paused, "Nathan?"
"The one and only, princess," Nathan mused with a flirtatious smirk.
He started to unzip his jacket and I took a step back, "What are you doing?"
"You're shivering," Nathan said, "I'm just trying to warm you up."
His jacket enveloped me as he started to rub my arms to provide me with more warmth.
"Nathan," I began, feeling completely lightheaded, "I don't feel so good."
I leaned back, nearly falling over. Nathan immediately wrapped his arms around me to ensure I don't crumple to the ground, "Easy there, princess."
"I'm going to vomit," I groaned, letting myself completely embrace Nathan's hold because I could no longer feel my legs.
"I don't doubt it," he snorted, "You drank nearly the whole bar."
Nathan tried to lead me into the house but I nearly fell into the bush beside the porch.
"Ow," I started to whine, feeling a piercing pain in my knee, "My life sucks."
"Shh," Nathan started to say, "It's alright. I'm going to take you home, okay?"
Ignoring what he said, I asked, "Where's my phone? I want to give Noah a piece of my mind."
Darian's brother let out a chuckle, "Your phone is in my pocket and your boyfriend can feel your almighty wrath tomorrow when you're sober."
"Screw you buddy," I slurred as he tried to walk me to his car.
Opening his passenger door and gently placing me inside, he said, "You'll thank me tomorrow."
A half hour later, I felt a hand shaking my arm, "Audrey? Wake up, we're at the apartment."
I sighed as I opened my eyes, "I was having a good sleep you know."
"I know, princess but I feel you'll have a better sleep in your bed," Nathan said in a hushed tone.
Trying to make my legs move, I mumbled, "I can't move my legs."
"Fear not," Nathan said, unbuckling his seatbelt, he got out of the car and walked over to my door, "I'll just have to carry you."
"How chivalrous of you," I whispered so quietly I doubted he could actually hear me.
Darian's brother carried me all the way out the parking garage, in the elevator, and finally, into the apartment.
We reached my room and he placed me on my bed. He stared at me intently, "How are you feeling now?"
"Like colossal ass," I mumbled into my pillow.
Nathan started taking off my shoes and pulling up my bed sheets to keep me both comfortable and warm.
I started to drift off into a slumber when the last thing I heard was Nathan whispering, "Have a good sleep, princess."
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