A/N: Dunno if I have warned already or what-not, but foul language ahead and other stuff. Just to let you all know for future chapters.

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Two bottles of vodka and one makeup intervention later, we were very dolled up drunk girls in Chloe Beale's room. The monsters curled my hair and applied brighter makeup to my face rather than my usual dark smokey look. But being somewhat intoxicated numbed my protests. And also the fact that Chloe's gotten oddly touchy-feely these past few hours has made the negative-nancy side of myself quiet down

The five of us were currently sat on the redhead's carpeted floor in a small circle. I was told that the only thing left to a slumber party after makeovers and alcohol is to put the empty bottles to good use. This resulted in truth or dare. Mind you, if I didn't drink so much I probably would have been able to scoot out of this. But to my surprise, the words I happily said aloud were cheered by Chloe, and the other three whose names I've forgotten.

"Let's do this thing." I said with a sloppy smile plastered on my glossed lips. Yeah, they put on lip gloss. I know.

I was sat in the middle of Chloe and her weird blonde friend, I think her name was Audrey or something. My eyes narrowed on the bottle that was placed in the middle of the circle, trying to focus on it though my vision was disoriented. I felt Chloe's hand wrap around my waist, holding on securely to my right hip. I keep thinking that if I wasn't so out of it I probably would have acted appropriately, but drunk Beca didn't seem to care. Hell, she practically encouraged the motion for reasons unbeknownst to me. Well, sober me.

The girl who sat across from where I sat shouted that she would spin first, and so she did. Everyone was kind of giggly, the effects of the alcohol taking the extent of its toll. Sober me would have left the house by now.

The bottle span in 5 complete circles before it landed on the blonde friend to my right. The girl who twirled the bottle grinned, and then slurred her question.

"Ms. Aubrey Posen, truth or dare?" Chloe 'oohed' at the anticipation in my left ear, causing the skin on my neck to goose-bump. Shaking my head at the weird feeling, I looked to Aubrey, not Audrey. I'd seen her around in school before, but never really got a real impression of her. Just that she always seemed wound up and uptight. But who am I to judge. She was also known as Chloe Beale's best friend, so I took note to get close to her as well.

"Truth."

"Lame." Chloe muttered into my shoulder. At some point she rested her head there, draping her other arm around my front, clasping her hands at my hip opposite of her. In a sense, it kind of looked like she was hugging me from the side, but it didn't feel like that. It felt oddly intimate in a way. Like I said, she got weirdly touchy these past few hours.

Brushing it off, I listened to Aubrey answer the other girl's truth question.

"Is it true that you and Jesse Swanson did it behind the bleachers?" My ears perked at the sound of the quarterback's name. My mellow demeanor faded at the question, it snapped a small heart-string inside of me. Grasping at my acting skills, I kept on the drunken smile I sported only seconds ago. Aubrey tried to swat at the girl across from us, but she completely missed, hitting the carpet below our bottoms.

"Of course not, Stacie." She said matter-of-factly. My acting skills weren't needed much anymore upon hearing this, it kind of settled me knowing Jesse and Aubrey didn't hook up. Looking between the two girls, there was an odd exchange of hidden emotions between their stares. I smirked to myself. I love seeing things I'm not supposed to.

Aubrey snagged the bottle from the middle, "My turn."

The bottle whirled in circles before it landed on me. Aubrey's face showed mischievousness and also, drunkenness.

"Truth or dare, Mitchell." I was kind of scared, and if I was sober, which I keep mentioning, I would have picked truth, keep things safe.

"Dare." Everyone seemed more lively now that someone said dare. But I on the other hand, was a little queasy and a little ballsy. Not necessarily a good thing when playing this game. The blonde rubbed her chin as she stared at me. Her eyes flicked to the girl whose arms were secured around me, and then back to mine.

"I dare you to ask Chloe for the initiation into our circle." I squinted my eyes at her. Initiation? What is this, a cult? God if I was sober. . . I turned my head to my left, feeling as if the dare was nothing, I mean, how bad could it really be anyways. But my ballsy-ness was soon replaced with nerves and fear. Those once cerulean bright blue eyes that were filled with nothing but sincerity and puppies and unicorns and other stuff, were overtaken by something else. Looking into her eyes I didn't see the usual ocean, I saw a strong heat. I saw a strange intensity, and something else that I just couldn't put my finger on. I cleared my throat.

"Can I have the initiation-thing?" My voice shook with a bit of uneasiness. I was just trying my best to understand this new look the redhead wore. Her head nodded once, her eyes tracing down my face, landing on my mouth. I saw her lick her lips quickly, snaking one of her hands that was on my hip, up to the back of my neck. Sober me would have stopped this in its tracks so long ago. Something about the night, the way the alcohol flowed through my veins, or the way everything just felt made it all happen the way it did.

Her lips collided with my own hungrily. Surprised, I gasped into the sudden kiss. If I was sober.

My right hand raked through her fiery mane, pulling her as close as possible. She moved onto my lap, straddling me as she deepened the heated lip-lock. The ballsy-ness coming back, I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She granted it quickly, as we both fought for dominance in the kiss. My hands had a mind of their own, moving from her hair to her thighs, squeezing and scratching gently. A small moan could be heard coming from one of us, but my head was too hazy to figure out if I had made it, or if it was elicited into my lips.

Someone coughed rather loudly, halting the drunken kissing session from going any further. If only I was fucking sober.

"Welcome to the group." Aubrey said awkwardly as Chloe and I's chests rose and fell in long pants.

I really wish I was sober, and not so stupid.