Ok it's been about a year since my last story so I may be a little rough around the edges when it comes to writing. If so, I completely apologize in advance This chapter is short because I'm just getting my feet wet again but I plan on uploading the rest of today or early tomorrow. Hope you enjoy!
Call Me Maybe?
It's the first Thursday of fall semester at McKinley College and only around 10:30 pm but there is already a line forming to get into the bar. It's the small town's "college bar" which is really just a dive bar that the underage students can get into for over, and everyone knows that it's all you can drink for $10 from 10pm to midnight. Brittany and Quinn are only a few people away from getting into the bar using their fake I.D.'s and Brittany can barely contain her excitement. The bass from the music is blaring from the doorway and Brittany has begun to slightly sway her hips to the rhythm. Brittany almost let herself get lost in the music before she was brought back to reality by Quinn leaning over to say something to her.
"A few of my friends should already to be here," Quinn said. "I can't wait for you to meet them. Rachel loves to talk but means well and Mercedes has the most diva fabulous attitude you'll ever encounter." Brittany was nodding her head in understanding and couldn't wait to meet the girls Quinn was telling her about. Brittany was a sophomore like Quinn but she had just transferred over from the community college in their hometown of Lima, Ohio. Brittany and Quinn had gone to high school together and when Quinn found out her friend would be coming to the same college, she promised to take Brittany under her wing.
"But be prepared for Santana…" Quinn continued. Brittany stopped dancing and looked at Quinn with a confused expression. "She can be a little hard to handle at first. Actually, she's pretty much a bitch and will insult you horribly, but if she likes you then she's an incredibly loyal friend." Brittany just smiled and was about to speak but it was her turn to show her I.D. to the doorman.
Brittany was wearing a pair of very tight skinny jeans which showed off her perky, round butt perfectly. A low cut deep purple tank top accentuated her cleavage and her long, blonde locks were expertly curled and flowing. She gave a flirty smile to the doorman and handed over the fake I.D. with a slight wink. The guy couldn't help but smile back at Brittany and barely even glance down at the fake before handing it back and placing one orange band on her right wrist. "Success!" she thought silently as she walked through the doors and into the dimly lit bar. Quinn followed in close behind and the two girls shared a pleased smile with each other.
Walking straight to the bar, the girls handed over their $10 to the bartender and ordered their first drinks of the night.