Blake:
“Carter, Chase, get in the truck. We need to go pick up the girls from The Aqua” Chase looked concerned, but it was probably because he knew that Ebony was there. He doesn’t care about the rest of them.
“Why are they there and how do you know!?” I unlocked the truck, Carter in the middle, Chase shotgun, and I started driving into the night.
“Miles said he saw them there, which means, I guess, that they are all twenty-one now” I looked at the clock. It’s one in the morning, which means we are probably going to crash the party, but oh well. You can’t just leave these six girls at a nightclub unsupervised, and I just know Miles well enough to know that he sure as hell isn’t watching them. They’re probably drunk off their asses, and I sure hope none of them do anything stupid because there are some really weird people out there.
We pull into the parking lot, but stay inside the truck to make a plan.
“Alright. How are we going to get six girls who have never been drunk before out of an amazing party that they’ve never been to before?” Chase looks at me.
“Well, you should just assume that Amber, Scarlett, and Ebony will be either extremely drunk or passed out by now, or maybe in a bathroom” Carter was paying attention, but Chase looks angered, and he coughs on purpose to . He gets mad when someone says her name, even in a simple or obvious statement.
“As I was saying, before I ever so rudely got interrupted,” I say, leaning towards Chase, “Sapphire is probably passed out somewhere, Raven is probably out there flirting with someone, or, well, ‘in private’ with them,” I make with air quotes, “but let’s hope not. And then Violet probably took one shot and is now scared out of her mind” Carter chuckled at that.
“Okay, let’s play Retrieve the Idiots, who’s ready? Each Idiot is four points” Chase says. We all walk in and, well, we spot Amber, Scarlett, and Ebony immediately, dancing sluttily on a table. There aren’t a lot of people here tonight, though, probably about a hundred something, but that doesn’t change the fact that they need to be twerking and grinding on a table in public like Miley Cyrus. They must be more drunk than we expected, because Ebony is up there, and Ebony doesn’t do this kind of stuff in front of people.
“Okay, this needs to stop” Chase says, starting for the table. I grab his shoulder.
“Let them finish, Chase, these three are clearly not to be messed with, especially since Amber is up. You can bet that she’ll kill you in a second if you try” Chase rolls his eye.
“Let’s go try to find everyone else” Carter says, gesturing to a ladies bathroom. “Like in there, for instance”
Chase is the first person over there, and is about to walk in before I grab the back of his shirt.
“Uh, are you crazy? We can’t get thrown out until we find them!” I yell over the thumping beat.
