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Carly offers me a fake glare and says, “Okay, well, after I started coming around as a club slut, I had a threesome… with Rage and Sugar.” She half mumbles the last part, but I still hear her.
My eyes go wide, and my mouth drops open. “Really?” My voice comes out a little squeaky. Then something else connects. “Wait, is that what Raven was going to spill? You gave her sex details?”
“Yes!” Raven practically shouts. “She got wasted with me one night and told me all about how fucking insane they were. That those two together were wild beasts. She even gave me very specific details about their cocks and what they did with them. To her. Together!” she says enthusiastically.
I look over at Carly, seeing her face is bright red. “It was, uh, eventful.” She shrugs. “But I got really drunk with Raven, and she likes to talk about her sex adventures. She asked me what my wildest one was, so I shared.”
“And Rage overheard?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah.”
Raven cackles again, “Yes, and he dragged her away shortly after, and she has never told me what happened.”
I swear Carly flushes even redder. She opens her mouth but then quickly shuts it, clearing her throat. I decide to change the subject because I don’t want her to be further embarrassed.
I ask Raven, “Anyway, what are you doing here, and what’s with the suitcase?”
Turns out that was even worse to bring up. Next thing I know, Raven is dragging us both upstairs with the suitcase and into Jackson’s room. She pulls out a bunch of clothes, makeup, hair supplies, and a bottle of tequila.
“We, and I mean all three of us, are going out. We are going to dress up, drink, and go to the nightclub and dance until we can’t stand anymore.”
“Raven, that isn’t the best idea right now.” I’m not sure I want to go out or could handle it that well. Plus, I need to ask Jackson. I know he would worry.
“Nope. I did not come here for it to be a debate. Pick an outfit out, and we are going. That’s the end of it. She grabs her phone and plays ‘I Got You’ by Jessie J, turning it up loud enough that we can barely even hear ourselves think.
I glance at Carly standing next to me, who gives me a wide-eyed look before shrugging, grinning, grabbing the tequila off the bed, and taking a big swig before thrusting it at me as she eyes the clothes on the bed.
Raven jumps up and down and yells, “Fuck yes!”
I stare at the bottle in my hands. I have never been drunk before. I’ve barely even tried most liquors. But something is oddly appealing about it right now. The thought has crossed my mind a few times since I woke up in the hospital that maybe getting drunk just once would take away some of the pain and guilt.
I have seen how out of it and almost free some people seem when they drink. So why can’t I experience that? Some part of me is screaming at me to tell Jackson, have him by my side, but I trust Raven, and I think I can grow to like Carly and trust her too. So why—
“Why the fuck not?” I shout and take a big swig of tequila. It burns, and I cough and gag, feeling like I might puke, but Raven hands me something else and I take a drink, letting the fruity taste follow the tequila down as it warms my insides.
Tonight, I need to let go of all things Ben and the baby and focus on just being me. Living a life that isn’t full of devastation and heartache. At least for tonight.
I walk around the bed, taking in the enormous pile of clothes Raven brought. A lot of it is black, which is not surprising in the least. Until… perfect. I snag the dress and head into the bathroom with a grin, shutting and locking the door behind me.
I get undressed and realize I have to go braless, so I pull it off, looking myself over. My boobs are small. Barely an A cup. I try to avoid looking at the scars, so instead, I grab the dress and pull it over my head. It is silver and sparkly everywhere. It’s low-cut in the front, sitting perfectly right between my boobs. The back also has a V that goes about halfway down my back. It’s a spaghetti strap and when I move my hips from side to side and twirl, the dress swishes with my movements, making the sparkle shimmer. The dress barely falls to mid-thigh, meaning I have to be careful and not bend over, but it looks amazing, and even with the slight shake in my hands, I know I will not regret it once we’re there.
Raven bangs on the door. I take a deep breath, shaking my arms out.Let go, Presley. Just one night. Let go.
I exhale and pull the door open. Raven stands in front of me in a skintight black spaghetti strap dress. The front swoops down and sits perfectly right above her full breasts. It has a slight sparkle to it and sits snug against her hips, falling right below her butt. She has on black heeled boots that go up to mid-thigh, and her bright pink hair is curled and left down to move with her as she dances.
She squeals as she looks me over and pulls me out of the bathroom door back into the empty bedroom. Grabbing the tequila, she takes a swig and then hands it to me. “Ready?”
I shake my head. “Nope,” I say, popping the P and taking a big gulp.
My eyes water as it burns down my throat, and Raven hands me the other bottle. I have no idea what it is, but it soothes the burn. After I drink, I take another shot of tequila before handing it back to Raven.
She makes me sit on the floor so she can do my hair. Curling my short, straight black strands into perfect waves. She also gives me smokey eyes with a very light pink lip tint.
“No blush for you. You make that naturally.” She winks at me, which of course makes me blush slightly. She laughs and returns to her suitcase, looking around before pulling out something. “Perfect!” She turns around and holds up light pink strappy heels. Probably about four inches tall.
“Raven…” My eyes go wide.
She tuts, “Yes. You’re doing it. We all are.”
