Cherished

five| tight clothing

Ellie had soon left me to my own company which I didn't blame her for, she knew people and I needed to get to know people. But instead of mingling I stood alone in the very confined space of the kitchen with a half-empty bottle of Stella Artois, the most outrageous thought came to mind; I should get another.

"Excuse me could you pass us a couple of bottles, please," a slurred voice asked, I nodded and reached over and grabbed two bottles of Stella and handed them back to the voice. There was a guy and his friend stood there looking me up and down— not subtly may I add, I cleared my throat and jolted the bottles further forward. "Thanks, sweet cheeks," the guy said winking. I'd give him the satisfaction of saying he was okay looking but c'mon there's something called sexualising and that's exactly what I'm guessing he did when he so blatantly stared at my body.

After I'd drank another bottle or maybe another two, I decided to go to the makeshift dance floor and not think too much about what people thought of me considering they knew nothing about me. I took my jacket off and discarded it on the chair that was no longer being used as a make-out station and started swaying my body from left to right not entirely sure on what I was doing, but I rolled with it.

I kind of hated the music but at the same time I really didn't care, I was having a decent time. . . Alone. I knew that there was someone behind me and I knew that I should probably stop dancing but where's the fun in that?

When I felt some hands grasp my waist I moved forward to avoid the unwanted contact but they seemed very persistent in touching me. Their hand slowly travelled down the curve of my body until I felt a small squeeze on my bottom. "Don't touch me, please," I said as calmly as I could and turned my body to look at whoever was doing it to see a very tall and muscular ginger boy. . . A man stood there looking down at me with a drunken smirk.

"Is this not what you want?" He spoke moving his hand around to grab my bottom again and leaving his hands there, I squealed in discomfort and jumped back. "No, it's not and I'd appreciate it if you'd get off me," I stated trying not to let the anger overtake me.

"Well, why are you wearing such tight clothing? Everyone can see all your curves," he said as if it meant something, his head kept moving closer to me and his hands kept tightening around me.

"By me wearing this doesn't entitle anyone to do anything to me, I wear what I want just like you wear what you want. So I'll say It again, please don't touch me." I announced, I hated how people automatically think that by wearing something suddenly screams I want you to fuck me, it's disgusting.

"Come on, it's just a bit of fun," He chuckled deeply and pulled me closer to him his grubby hands trailing all over my body like I was some sort of property. "I said don't fucking touch me!" I shouted and slapped him in the face after I'd pushed him away, I stormed away knowing that all eyes were watching the aftermath of the scene.

Some men feel so prestige to women that it's actually sickening, we're not in a patriarchal society anymore there's no need for men to feel or act so domineering around women or anyone anymore.

I stumbled through a door to find a group of people playing beer pong along with my roomie, I sat down on the bed and tried to recollect myself and let off some steam. "Caoimhe!" Ellie's recognisable voice cheered and she stumbled over to me and wrapped me in a drunken hug, I smiled and hugged her back.

"I'm off to get us all some shots, will you help Ollie out?" She spoke and pulled me up, pushing me lightly towards a guy with dark hair and his arms and neck danced with intricate tattoos; I can't imagine the pain he must have gone through to get all those pieces of art on his body. I probably would have said yes anyway but I guess I didn't have a choice.

I introduced myself to Ollie and to the other team in hopes to have a friendly game but little did anyone know I was rather competitive and could possibly smash everyone at this game.

On the opposite team there was a small girl with bright dyed blue hair and to her left was an equally small man with the same colour hair. Chloe was first to throw the ball and it bounced into a cup right in front of me, Okay, maybe this was going to be harder than I anticipated.

"I'll take it," I said to Ollie and picked up the cup pulling out the ball and shaking all the access beer off then chugged the cup down. Ollie allowed me to have a turn at throwing the ball and luckily I got it in, an annoyed groan sounded from Henry before he chugged the drink down, making a face like a slapped buttocks afterwards.

I smiled cheekily and waited for each of them to decide who was going to throw next when they actually decided Henry threw it and missed, I couldn't help the devious grin on my face. I probably shouldn't laugh at other people's misfortune but it was in Ollie and I's favour.

After tossing the ping pong ball back and forth for some minutes Ollie and I actually won the game much to Chloe and Henry's reluctance; we figured the game was over when Ellie came back in and handed everyone a shot. We cheered and high fived each other joyfully whilst laughing in the process. Maybe coming to this party wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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16/1/19