ALASKA
The Leafs ended up beating the Kings 3-2 in a shootout. It was a very stressful, yet exciting game for everyone at the Staples Center. Steph, Carly, and I got super into the game, only taking one break to pee. There were a few other Leafs fans, but everyone seated around us were die hard Kings fans. They gave us some grief through the game, but Auston's goal in the shootout shut them up.
All of us agreed to meet at a club downtown to celebrate the win and kick off the week. All of the girls agreed that we need to change into something more club appropriate so we headed back to the hotel for a wardrobe change. The three of us went our separate ways once inside the room, promising we would be done in twenty minutes.
Now I stand in front of the daunting closet filled with possible outfits. Unfortunately, I have no idea what to wear. I hate being overdressed because then it looks like I tried really hard, but at the same time, I hate being underdressed because it looks like I didn't try. Plus, I didn't know how fancy this club is.
Sighing, I walk down the short hall to Carly's room. I knock on the door, hoping she can help.
"What?!" she yells, stress evident in her loud voice. I groan, knowing she isn't going to want to help me.
"I don't know what to wear," I yell back through the door. A loud thud followed by a grunt sounds from inside Carly's room.
"I'm a little busy right now!" she yells. Several loud sounds come after, prompting me to turn around and walk back to my room. I shut the door and groan, staring at my closet. I drag myself over to it and begin thumbing through the rack of clothes. Nothing jumps out at me on my first glance through, but I know I have to pick something quickly if I want to be on time.
I grab a black tank top with lace trim and a pair of distressed, light high-waisted jeans off the rack and toss them on my bed. I slip Auston's jersey off, along with the jeans I wore to the game. I replace them with the outfit I just picked out, tucking the tank top into the jeans.
I step in front of the mirror that hung on the wall and take in my appearance. The outfit looks alright, but it's missing something. I rummage through the bag of jewelry I brought until I find the fake diamond stud choker I got from Urban Outfitters. I clip it on, feeling better about my appearance already.
"Alaska! Let's go! We're supposed to meet them at the club in 15 minutes!" Steph yells to me outside my room.
"Coming! Give me a second!" I reply, trying to find a set of matching heels. After a grunt of frustration, I slip on a pair of plain black heels and scramble out the door. Carly and Steph were waiting for me by the front door looking amazing. Carly was wearing a leather skirt, a sleeveless shirt, and a denim jacket, while Steph was wearing a tight olive green dress with over-the-knee boots.
"You good to go?" Carly asks, looking me up and down then smiling. I nod and follow them into the hotel hallway. With long strides, we reach the elevator and press the button for the ground floor.
Once we reach the hotel lobby, we quickly exit through the front doors, stopping on the sidewalk to hail a cab. Steph successfully grabs one's attention and slips into the passenger's seat, Carly and I following suit.
The car ride was silent other than the few comments we made about each other's appearances. Carly throws the driver a couple bills as we practically tumble out of the cab. Steph strings us along behind her as she marches towards the entrance to the club. I'm glad at least one of us was taking charge.
Rather than standing in the intimidatingly long line, Steph skips right to the front and pulls the bouncer aside. She begins whispering something in his ear. His hard expression turns to a smile as Steph finishes speaking to him. He moves out of the way and allows us to enter the club.
"How did you do that?" Carly asks, amazed at Steph's ability to get us in.
"I wish I could say it was all me, but Mitch called ahead and told them we were with them," she explains, pushing through another door which led to the actual club.
Loud music and the smell of alcohol overwhelms my senses, helping me perk up. Steph pushes through the crowd, leaving Carly and I to hurry after her. We finally stop in a roped off area that was significantly less crowded than everywhere else.
I glance around the space, seeing all of the Leafs and a couple of their girlfriends. Mitch and Will immediately swarm us when they see us enter.
"It's about time, geez," Mitch huffs, throwing an arm around Steph. They really are the most adorable couple you'll ever see. Steph frowns and motions toward me. Mitch and Will look at me and shake their heads.
"How come you're always the one that makes everyone late?" Will asks with a chuckle. I shrug my shoulders and smile.
"I didn't know what to wear!" I say, defending my honor. Mitch looks me over and lights up.
"You look great! Just wait until Auston sees you," he says, wiggling his eyebrows. Will and Carly join Steph in laughing at Mitch's comment. I roll my eyes and playfully shove him. I'm glad they all have something they can laugh at together.
"Oh come on, Alaska, you know we're kidding," Will says, noticing my reaction. Mitch shoots him a look before turning to me.
"No, we're not," he says, grinning. I glare at him and swipe a drink off the table sitting beside me. I take a sip, my body relaxing at the taste of alcohol. The group laughs at my actions as Carly slings an arm over my shoulder. I down the rest of the drink and set the glass back down on the table.
"Can one of you take a picture of Alaska and me?" Carly asks sweetly. Will volunteers, sending his girlfriend a genuine smile. I hand him my phone and pull Carly to my side.
"What kind of pic should we take?" I yell to Steph over the noise of the club.
"Make a sexy face!" she shouts back. I look to see what face Carly was making to see that she had a finger in her mouth. I burst out laughing at her 'sexy face.' The flash goes off, capturing the moment. Will hands me my phone and I thank him for lending us his unsung photography skills.
I pull the picture up in Instagram and turn the screen to Carly.
"Can I post it?" I ask her. She nods eagerly in approval. I grin and press upload, posting it for all of my followers to see.
@alaskamay : cellies w. carl
Tagged: @carlyyvalentine, @williamnylander, @stephlachancee, @marner_93
Location: Los Angeles
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@marner_93 : @austonmatthews speed it up, ur girl is getting impatient over here
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@austonmatthews : @marner_93 neither are you
@43kadri : got off your phones and be present pls
@alaskamay : @43kadri hypocrisy isn't attractive either
"I'm going to get a drink," I tell the two couples with a wave. They don't bother looking over at me, but that's okay. They're too absorbed in themselves to care what I do.
I make my way over to the bar and lean against the counter. The bartender notices my presence and stops in front of me.
"What can I get ya?" he asks in a laid back tone.
"Could I get some vodka shots and a Sprite?" I ask without second thought. Tonight's going to be interesting. He nods and pulls a couple shot glasses out from below the bar, setting them up in a line. He then grabs a bottle of Cîroc, pouring an equal amount of the clear alcohol in each glass.
"Thanks," I tell him after he's done pouring the vodka and Sprite. I pick up the first glass and throw it back, setting the glass down after I swallow the burning liquid. I repeat my actions, feeling a slight buzz already. I take a couple sips of my Sprite to chase the alcohol, looking out at the crowd as I do so. I spot Steph dragging Mitch onto the dancefloor and Carly enthusiastically dancing with William.
I smile to myself and turn back to my drinks, facing the bar. I take the third shot glass in my hand, admiring the smoothness of the surface for a second before putting it to my lips and drinking it in one big gulp. However, the liquid almost makes a reappearance when a tall body appears next to me out of nowhere. Any guesses on who it may be?
"Drinking alone already?" Auston's voice rings out next to me. I look up at him with a loose smile.
"No," I reply, causing him to raise an eyebrow.
"Who are you drinking with?" he asks, amused. A mischievous smirk forms on my face, despite my slightly sober self's best effort.
"You," I reply, sliding him one of the shot glasses. He stops it with his large hand, smirking. I pick up one of the remaining glasses as Auston picks up his. I clink mine against his before throwing it into the back of my throat. The liquid cools my mouth but warms my stomach among the other effects the alcohol was having on me.
Auston takes his shot, setting the small glass on the counter when he's finished. Thoughts swirl rapidly in my head due to my somewhat intoxicated state. I don't even notice myself staring at Auston's facial features until he chuckles. I smile awkwardly out of embarrassment, trying to come up with something to say.
"You wanna dance?" I blurt out, not improving the situation. I don't even dance!
"Dance?" he questions with an unreadable expression. I nod and let out a nervous chuckle.
"The thing people do to music," I say sarcastically.
"You know what else we could do to music?" he asks suggestively. I roll my eyes at his comment and push myself away from the bar, heading toward the mass of dancing bodies. I spot one of the Kings rookies in the crowd and make my way over to him. I think his name is Adrian, but who my drunken self may be making that up.
The tall Swede smiles when he sees me and pulls me closer by the waist. I let out a drunken giggle at the contact and place my hands on his chest which vibrates as he talks.
"What's your name, beautiful?" he asks. I try not to laugh at the cheesiness of his question as I answer.
"Alaska," I shout over the music. He grins and moves his hands farther south until they rest on my ass. I smirk at Adrian and reach one of my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair slightly. He groans and pulls me closer, placing his lips on my neck.
"Alaska!" Auston's voice booms over the music and other noise. His voice is followed by my arm being tugged away from Adrian. Surprised by the sudden movement, I stumble into Auston's chest.
"What the hell!" Adrian shouts at Auston. Auston turns back to Adrian, making the 6'1" King look small.
"Fuck off, Kempe," Auston growls, pulling me over to a different area of the club. I stumble behind him, bumping into him when he stops abruptly. I almost fall over, but Auston holds my hips to keep me steady. My whole body heat up under his touch.
"That was dramatic," I say, breaking our silence. His lips stay pressed in a line, not amused.
"What's wrong? I was just dancing with him," I ask him curiously.
"I thought you were dancing with me," he says, serious expression still plastered on his face.
"Are you jealous?" I ask with a huge teasing smile. He furrows his eyebrows and tightens his grip on my waist.
"No," he insists. I roll my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling my body closer to his.
"If you insist," I say, beginning to sway my hips to the music. Auston looks surprised at my movements that mimicked grinding and doesn't do anything at first.
"What are you doing?" he breaths out close to my ear. I smirk and look him in the eye.
"Dancing with you," I reply, continuing to move my body against his. His hard expression cracks and a smirk appears. One of his hands slides down my side, resting on my ass. He grips it, sending a jolt of excitement through me.
My fingers comb through his hair, tugging on the ends. He lets out a groan and connects his lips with my neck. I gasp at the contact and press myself against him even more, tilting my head to allow him more access to my neck.
His lips work their way down my neck and over to my collarbone where he gently nips at the skin. The combination of his warm, plump lips and cool breath make my knees weak. Suddenly, he moves over to my ear, kissing the area of my jaw right below it. He lets out an audible shaky breath to match mine.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?" I ask him, knowing I won't last much longer. He pulls his head back so that he is looking me in eye. His mouth twitches up into a sly smile as he pulls me through the club by the waist.
"Your room or mine?" he asks as we step out into the warm LA air. I try to match his hurried pace on my own, but end up needing to hold onto him for support. We stop in front of a shiny black BMW. He pushes me against the side of the car, waiting for my answer.
"Whichever's closer," I say, smirking like a mad woman. He pulls me into his chest so he can open the door for me. My breath hitches at the proximity of our lips. He notices my reaction and grins.
"I was thinking the same thing."
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Author
!!!!SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN. I REPEAT, SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN. GET READY PEOPLE!!!
But seriously, I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter!!!! I can't wait to see your reactions!!!! I know I was freaking out while writing it!
Anyway, you can expect a possible update tomorrow night and a definite update on Tuesday because we're supposed to get like 18 inches of snow where I live, so I'm almost 110% sure I'll have the day off school.
That's pretty much it! Thank you guys for reading!!
Happy Sunday!
xx- Emily