"Okay, seriously, Bonnie?" Caroline asked, with one hand on her hip, and the other pointing a single, manicured finger in her face.
"Why can't you loosen up? Come on! Let us go out and have a girls night! Elena needs it, I need it, and you, miss witchy, need it as well!"
Elena stared, with a twitchy grin, at Caroline's outburst, towards Bonnies declination of going out. Bonnie wasn't up for going out because she was "sick", and, obviously, Caroline was not taking that as a proper excuse.
"I'm sorry, Care! I'm just having a hard time "loosening up" when the originals could be plotting our demise, as we speak! Not to mention, Kol, has been chatting me up, every single second, he comes in contact with me! I mean, Hello!, does it look like I'm interested in a centuries old vampire? Even if he is wickedly hot, I—"
"WICKEDLY HOT?! Oh, Bonnie, get your witchy butt in some skanky heels because we are going to make that "wickedly hot" vampire drool over you! The whole "look at how sexy I am but you can't have a taste because I hate you" sorta thing." Caroline excitedly planned, and sealed their fate, with no questions asked.
"Bonnie, I promise, it will be fun, and Caroline is right, you know…We all need to go out and have some pg-13, on the brink of R, fun! Who knows, maybe Kol has honest intentions? Either way, you can use your bad ass witchy magic, to give him multiple brain pops, if he annoys you too much." Elena said, with a waggle of her eyebrows, as she, also, tried to convince her friend. Truth was, Elena missed her friends. She missed the girly gossip, the deep discussions over which dress went with those shoes, and, most of all, the connection they all had, before the world of crazy, supernatural, vampire/hybrid dramas. She was willing to go with any plan Caroline had, short of running around naked, in town square! Even so, if Caroline compels the bartender for enough alcohol, who knows just what could happen! She was determined for her friends, and herself, to have a normal, pathetic, teenage girls night!
"FINE! Hmmpf. You guys win. But, Caroline, I want to borrow that dark red dress, um, the one that would make my dad lock me in the basement, with an electric fence, and barbed wire, blocking the door," bonnie said, while blushing to the very ends of her toes, "do you know the one I mean?"
"Hm," Caroline thought out loud, "the one with the black bow, underneath the breasts, or the one that has no back, just chains, holding the dress together?"
Bonnie bit her lip, and tried not to blush again, as she smiled and whispered "I think Kol would like the chains…"
"BONNIE BENNET?! Are you seriously going with my evil "I am woman, hear me roar'' plan, against Kol Mikaelson? Ohhh, this is going to be epic!" Caroline shrieked, as she hopped up and down, with a glint of feminine evil in her eyes.
"Now, Elena, what are you going to wear?"
Elena smiled, put on her best poker face, and said " I'll show you, after we do our hair, and make up, but I swear, my outfit will not disappoint."
"Oookay!" Caroline was just bursting with excitement, and couldn't wait to WOW the girls with her daring ensemble, too. Tonight was going to be wild, free, and these girls…well, they were going to make heads turn, mouths water, and hearts stop.
After 2 hours of primping, curling, plucking, and painting, the girls were finally ready to complete their looks, with their outfits. Elena had ran home to grab hers, right before the makeup frenzy, and had it carefully laid out in the guest bathroom. Then, Caroline pulled the red dress out for Bonnie, and, quickly, snatched the dress she would wear, and hid it behind her back.
"Alright, ladies! When you are finished getting dressed, we'll meet in the living room!" Caroline squealed, overly excited to show off her new dress. It would've cost her quite a bit of money, except, she may, or may not, have compelled the cashier to give her a "seniors, employee discount". Hey, at least, she paid for some of it!
Fifteen minutes later, the girls started filing out of their "changing rooms" and all met in the living room.
"OH MY GOD! YOU LOOK FAN—"
"HOLY COW! YOU LOOK AMA—"
"WOW! YOU LOOK AWE—"
All the girls started, excitedly, complimenting each other, not able to get a coherent sentence, from any of them. They looked hot, and they knew it.
Elena, she was wearing a dress that Damon surprised her with, before he left town, for reasons his stubborn ass will not explain…she huffed to herself. But, this dress screamed "SEX" and most definitely branded the name "Damon". It was strapless. It was black, and set off her olive skin, with a glow. It hugged every curve, on her small body, just right. The dress pushed her breasts into a perfect display of cleavage, and there was a zipper that started at the top, right between her breasts, and ended mid-thigh, at the end of the silky fabric. It was simple, but, damn, it was sexy. She complimented the outfit with blood red stilettos, hoop earrings with a red heart suspended in the middle of them, and dark red lipstick. She was ready.
Bonnie, she had on Caroline's dress, and though they knew what it looked like, they were not ready to see how it looked on her. It hugged her, in ALL the right places. It was a deep red, that contrasted perfectly with her milk chocolate skin. The backless dress made it impossible to wear a bra, but the chains held it tight enough that her breasts sat just perfect. The dress ended, just above her knees, and laid across her legs, tightly. A long slit, went up the left side, ending just under the strap of her thong, and showed off her toned legs. She topped it off with a pair of black ankle boots, and a black and red silk choker. She was ready.
Caroline, oh, her dress was the most daring of them all, if you could call it a dress! It was a neon green piece of fabric, that wrapped around her breasts, no straps, tightly squeezing her tiny frame. The sides of her stomach were bare, and so was most of her back. The top of the dress was only held in place by a thin strap, stretching under her arms, and meeting in the center of shoulder blades, in a neat bow. It ended just under her butt, and lifted it into a perfect bubble. A pair of shiny, black stilettos, with a neon green ribbon, holding them to her ankles, and a black scarf, wrapped delicately around her neck, completed her outfit. She was ready.
The girls were now at a club, about 30 minutes out of town, having a great time. Dancing together, in a tight group, pulling the attention of many guys, to their party, but they were oblivious to the lusting stares. Caroline, as expected, compelled the bartender, and as the girls were taking a break from dancing, they were throwing back shots of tequila.
"Oh My God! You guys! I LOVE YOU!" Bonnie squealed, and pulled them into a drunken hug.
Caroline and Elena started cracking up at their friend's, completely, out of character, demeanor.
"BonBon! I think you might need to slow your flow, my witchy friend!" Caroline got out, through her tipsy giggles. Being a vampire meant it took more alcohol to get her to Bonnies level, but she was enjoying herself all the same.
"Shhh! I think just one more shot, and THEN, only THEN, will my slow flow..er..flow…glow…. Shut up! You know what I mean!"
"Oh, Care! This was a great idea! I am so glad you talked us into this!" Elena babbled as she gave Caroline a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"I know, I know. I AM a fantastic friend." Caroline was grinning ear to ear, when a thought struck her, and the grin turned to unconcealed excitement, and a wickedly mischievous smile.
"I'm texting Klaus. I'm making him bring Kol, and Elena, YOU are calling Damon. RIGHT NOW." Caroline decided with a smile, tinged with drunken stupor.
"No, no, NO! Care, I thought you were kidding about the whole ''make Kol drool" thing!" moaned bonnie. But she knew the pretty blonde's mind was made up, and there was nothing to sway it.
"Caroline, I don't know, I mean, Klaus and Kol, that's a very dangerous combination," Elena said, trying to deter Caroline's one track mind. "and, not to mention, Damon left me for a reason, not that I know what that reason is, dick, but I don't know if he wants me calling him…" Elena trailed off, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Alright, ladies. Tonight was a night to defy all the rules. We agreed to be reckless, stupid, normal teenage girls. While the boys in our life are nowhere near normal, we are going to pretend all this supernatural stuff doesn't exist, and drunkenly flirt with hot boys, Damnit!" Caroline said this with such ferocity, that it shocked Bonnie and Elena into a reluctant acceptance.
Eyes gleaming with excitement, and brain working hard with this new project, Caroline whipped out her phone, and set to work.
It was official, the Mikaelson brothers were heading this way. Oh no. This is bad. I'm drunk, and about to flirt, and possibly lead on, a centuries old, ORIGINAL , yet oddly charming and sexy..what? Shut up, Tequila!...Vampire. Bonnie was nervous, and tried drowning her jitters in more tequila, and well, she could no longer feel her toes, so she assumed it was working. Caroline was finally starting to let whispers of ''what the hell was I thinking'' and ''Oh shit, this is probably a bad idea'' slip into her tequila soaked mind. She pinched the bridge of her nose, took a deep breath, two shots of tequila, and pushed those thoughts away. Rebellious, crazy, stupid, teenagers. That's what we're going to be. It's going to be fun. It's going to be fun. It's going to be fun. Not ending in stakes and death. Nope. No stakes. Drunk dancing, groping, and fun. Caroline kept chanting in her pretty head, as the tequila's numbing effect started taking place. She suddenly felt, well didn't feel much of her body, but her mind was at ease, feeling much calmer.
Elena was in the ladies room, occupying a stall, cradling her cell phone in her hands. Okay, Elena. It's just a phone call. The worst that can happen is he'll say No. Or maybe he wont answer. Yes, see this will end okay. Just call him, Elena. Don't let him know how much you miss him, you don't want to sound desperate. Just call him, and if he answers, invite him to have a few drinks…
"Here goes nothing…" Elena muttered, and pressed the call button, wishing she had some liquid courage to help this along.
Ring. Riiing. Riiiiing. Click.
"Damon," Elena whispered into the phone, " I've missed you."
Elena came bounding out of the ladies room. She was a bundle of happiness, nervousness, and pure terror. Not of Damon himself, oh no, but what he made her feel, and whether she can handle him saying goodbye, all over again.
"He's on his way! Oh my god. He's on his way? What? Oh…I…uh…oh no!" Elena started incoherently spewing in gasps. "What if he left because he found someone else? What if he hates me? What if—"
"ELENA!" Caroline, and Bonnie, yell, simultaneously at their babbling friend.
"Calm down, sweetie. He wouldn't have agreed to come if he hated you. Remember, this is supposed to be fun! We're doing things, tonight, that we would never do in reality…or sober…but still this is supposed to a night without regrets!" Caroline bellowed, trying to instill confidence into her drunken friends hearts.
They smiled, small smiles, but they were no longer looking petrified, and freaking out, so Caroline took that as acceptance, and brought them in for a reassuring, slightly crooked, hug. Heels and large amounts of alcohol? Vampire, or not, very complicated!
"Well, Well, look at what we have here, Brother. We just got here, and they're already putting on a show! Can't wait for the rest of the night, sweethearts." Kol leered, and eyed them with a wicked gleam that, honestly, didn't leave much to the imagination. Kol noticed Klaus was slack-jawed, and staring with such a lusty gaze, it almost made Kol embarrassed, and that's saying something! Only then did Kol take a good look at what the girls were wearing. Klaus couldn't take his eyes off of Caroline, and Kol, well Bonnie thought she might as well be naked, with the way Kol was fixated on her! The men were speechless, until a certain Salvatore brother popped in.
"Well, isn't this cozy! Centuries old hybrid, with his just as old vampire brother, ogling the witch and Barbie, like a couple of highschool boys! Priceless!" Damon smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, that is, until he saw Elena.
"Hello, Damon. Thank you for the dress…" she whispered in his ear, her voice husky, and encouraged with her last shot of tequila.
Damon whipped around, and any witty, crude remark, was wiped from his mind when he got a look at the sex kitten, that is Elena Gilbert. Staring, just as bad, as the Mikaelson brothers, and not hiding it, at all.
The girls silently exchanged knowing smiles. They knew they were in control, and they knew just how much power they held, in those moments. No regrets, they promised at the beginning of the night, now lets see just how far they'll go, to prove it.