Heya. Nuff' said, deal with it bitches.
Part 1
Introduction
She pulled her hair back behind her ear, her eyes constantly on her best friend sitting on the other side of the table chatting with the two guys that had just bought them drinks a few minutes ago. She hadn't even been in the mood to go out, but since she couldn't say no to Heathers begging she had eventually admitted to going out on a beer. Usually that meant they would stay out till the early morning getting drunk and doing stupid things until they were too exhausted to stay awake. Even though they always said it would only be "one beer, to relax from an exhausting day" both of them new that it never stayed one, they'd always end up meeting some referring to Heather "interesting people" mostly guys who would buy them drinks and talk to them until both of them would get bored and find a way to escape. Naya had never really understood why Heather would want to talk to them in the first place, she'd rather enjoy the night out with her best friend just having fun and getting drunk instead of listening to some boring compliments or life stories by strangers. But Heather seemed to enjoy the attention of all those hopeless boys that seemed to fall for her in seconds whenever she walked into a bar. Usually it took about 15 minutes for the first one to get the courage to walk towards them and start talking. Most of the time it meant that Naya would be stuck with this person for the rest of the night until Heather decided it was time to leave.
So now she was listening to one Steve and Chris or whatever their names were telling them some really boring story about their life as surfers. She wasn't really listening anyway. Before she had met Heather she probably would have felt like she should pretend to be interested until she was so drunk that she would start to make out with one of them. But since she and Heather were friends she felt like there was no point in doing things like these anymore.
Heather giggled over some seemingly really funny comment by the dark haired one of the boys.
"Do you want something to drink?" that was the other one talking to Naya. She nodded without even looking at him. "Okay I'll get you a drink, be right back."
She didn't respond, he probably would try to get her drunk until he'd realize that there was no way he was gonna get lucky tonight.
Naya grinned at the thought. Even though Heather was really flirty with all the guys they met she had never really spend the night with one of them. Naya probably would feel sorry for all those lost souls that probably thought they'd found the love of their lives in her blond friend for one night, but somehow it was too funny to watch all those idiots making fools out of their selves.
By the way Heather was talking and leaning into Chris (or Steve) Naya could tell that she was pretty wasted already.
"I have to go to the toilette" She stated, interrupting the conversation. Just when she made the first step in the direction of the toilette Heather jumped out of her seat.
"Wait, I'm joining you." She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows in a seductive way, leaving the guy grinning of the thought what two girls could be doing in a bathroom together.
It had always been that way, Heather had always been really flirty towards her, making comments about her butt and how hot she looked constantly. And to be honest Naya had never really mind. She wasn't much of a flirty person, but ever since she had met Heather her confidence seemed to have gotten a little boost.
So it was just natural when Heather grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the bathroom door.
Naya enjoyed the feeling of Heathers hand in hers. It felt like it belonged there. It felt save and for some reason filled Naya with proud. Heather pushed the door open and slammed her back against the toilet wall on the opposite side, giggling and staring at Naya, who opened a stall to use the toilette and also to escape Heathers gaze on her that for some reason made her really nervous.
She heard someone in the other bathroom stall sigh and grinned.
"Those guys are really nice, hm?"
"I guess..." Naya answered. She didn't really like these conversations. She knew in the end they probably wouldn't see those boys ever again, and heathers attraction towards them would end as soon as they'd eventually start trying to take the two of them home.
"Puuuh, I can't believe how drunk I am!"
"I knooow, same! Those two tequila shots definitely weren't a good idea."
Naya pulled out of the stall and turned towards the sink to wash her hands. Heather stumbled out of her stall behind her, only now realizing how drunk she was and walked up behind her. Naya could feel her presence before she even saw it in the mirror. She could feel Heathers front pressed up against her back and her hot breath hitting her neck in slow puffs. Two arms wrapped around her stomach and Naya couldn't help but close her eyes as she felt the heat radiating from the body pressed against hers. Heather laid her chin on her shoulder and Naya opened her eyes to look at Heather in the mirror. Heather pressed a quick kiss against her cheek and as surprising as she had hugged Naya she took a step back and giggled drunkenly.
Even though Naya had a weird feeling in her stomach and felt the need to question the situation that had taken place only seconds ago she chose to ignore it.
They left the bathroom and went back to the table where the two guys were waiting. As they reached the table Naya spotted two new shot glasses in front of hers and heathers seat on the table. This was gonna be an exhausting night.
Whatup fellas. Feel free to verbally destroy this peace of shit.
greetz lalekova
