"Well, what happened when you woke up then? Come on, dish on the details, bitch!"
I tried to hide my smile with my glass as I took a sip of my vodka and coke. Katie sat on the opposite side of her kitchen table, glaring daggers at me with impatience. She grabbed her own glass and downed almost the entire thing.
"Hmm," I started, earning more glares from the diva across from me. My lips smacked as I took another long sip from my glass and the wonderful liquid fire coursed down my throat and deeply into my chest.
"Don't be so cruel to me, love," Katie pleaded, trying look sweet and innocent in a vain attempt to get me to spill the beans.
With a chuckle, I leaned forward. "I'm not being cruel, honey. There's absolutely nothing to tell if I'm honest with you."
She raised her eyebrow and leaned back in her chair, making it creak quietly and giving me the filthiest of sceptical looks in the process. "I don't fucking believe you if I'm honest, love."
I laughed. "Well you should," I said with a grin. "I woke up and Matt was gone, he left me a note saying he'd gone to the gym and he'd see me later."
The filthy sceptic looks continued, even though I was actually telling the truth. When I'd awoken, the only trace of Matt ever lying next to me had been his luscious scent and a slightly warm patch next to me. If I'm honest, I'd been pretty disappointed. I'd wanted to wake up next to him, slowly awaken him with well-placed kisses and rubs only for him to then tell me of his undying love for me and then we'd have made love the entire day and night, and then some. Unfortunately, that only happens in fairy tales and I just don't happen to be Cinder-fucking-ella. Boo hoo.
"So you mean to tell me," Katie said, leaning forward and whispering as if this was all some big elaborate conspiracy. "That you only had a sleepy kiss? No molesting him? No filthy morning sex? Nothing?"
"Nothing," I repeated with a sad smile.
"I suppose you have only known him a very short while," she said quickly, obviously noticing she needed to change the track of the conversation from dirty to serious. "He seems like the sort of bloke who has morales and standards; although, he is dating that useless whore Angela." I nodded in agreement, trying to hide a smirk as she giggled.
Speak of the devil, and she will appear. No sooner had Katie said those words and the doorbell rang out across her house. Neither of us made any movement, we knew who it was. Besides, it's not like Katie ever opens her own door. No that tedious duty is left to one of her army of boys, as was serving drinks and various other tasks for the night.
Tonight her 'soldier' was Max, a young man who I believe was barely 18 at the time. He was obviously of Hispanic heritage, with dark hair and skin to match. I would guess he stood at around 6 foot tall and his body was quite impressive for his age but at the same time it was really nothing too special. His uniform for that night was only some very tight, very white boxers that left practically nothing to the imagination. He wasn't to my personal tastes, but I could understand why Katie enjoyed his 'company'.
"Answer the door, boy," she said harshly with a snap of her fingers. He bounced out of the kitchen and into the hallway and as Katie poured both of us another drink and also a third for our guest, we could easily hear Angela squealing like a virgin at the boy.
Soon Angela came rushing into the kitchen, her face bright red in embarrassment. "Ohmigosh, Katie, I'm so sorry I've just seen your boyfriend naked!"
Quick as a flash, Katie went from being slouched in her chair with her leather boots up on the table to being in a firm upright position. Her head was swivelling around a mile a minute, looking around for any sign of her boyfriend. "What the hell is Matt doing here?"
"Matt?" Angela asked in a dangerous tone with a glare to boot. I chuckled and took a sip of my vodka and coke, watching Angela carefully. She really was a paranoid little thing.
"Hardy," I said for Katie, who was too busy peeking out into the hallway, frightened that her army of boys would be outed to her long-term boyfriend Matt Hardy.
Angela's face instantly relaxed and she sat down on the chair that was next to mine and giggled to herself. It sounded awful, like two cats fighting. Honest, it did.
"Then don't worry, I didn't see your boyfriend naked."
Katie sighed loudly with relief and joined us at the table. I hated her for sitting opposite myself and not with me. Angela smelled of cheap perfume. Maybe it was my mind just making things up to hate about her, but I swear to God, everything about her was simply awful to me. She turned to me, a wide, fake smile spread across her face.
"So what's on the card for tonight, Hopey?"
"Drinking," I said, giving her a filthy look for asking the stupidest question possible. Both myself and Katie took our glasses in our hands and with a significant look to one another, we both downed the large tumbler glasses in one go.
"So drink up, love," Katie whispered as she pushed Angela's glass towards her. She looked to me and winked cheekily and I knew exactly why. Knowing Angela wouldn't want to be outdone by us, I'd seen Katie purposely fill her glass up with vodka and added practically only a few drops of coke. Angela was getting off-her-face drunk tonight, whether she liked it or not and Katie was damn well going to see to it.
My enemy took her glass and with a nervous giggle took a sip of the liquid, then gasped in shock. "That is soo strong!" She put her glass down and us British girls smirked evilly.
"Well, if you can't keep up Angela..." I let myself trail off and feigned disappointment. It worked a treat and soon Angela was gagging after having downed almost a whole glass of what was pretty much neat vodka. Katie surprised everyone by cackling loudly.
With a snap of her fingers, Katie summoned Max back into the kitchen. She nodded her head towards our empty glasses and he set about refilling them. When that task was done, he turned to Katie to see if she had any more instructions for him. She did.
"Get on your hands and knees, boy," she said with a wicked grin. Angela and I watched in amazement as he followed the order and allowed Katie to use him as a foot rest! "Good dog."
I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing, which earned me a scowl from Katie. Never before in my life had I seen a dominatrix at work, especially in such an asexual situation as pre-drunk vodka night. I took a long sip from my glass and Angela followed suite silently. Katie meanwhile dug the heel of her boot into Max's back.
Around half an hour later, Angela was officially drunk while Katie and myself were getting there. Max, on the other hand, was completely sober and still being used as a footstool. Anyway, if I thought Angela was annoying sober, I should have met her drunken persona. She just didn't shut up.
Even when she was dancing like a complete twat to the radio, as she was then, she just couldn't shut her mouth. "So Hopey, how's training going? How big are your breasts Hopey? How's living with Matt, Hopey? Do you like me Hopey? Do you? Do you? Do you? Do you like me Hopey? Do you?"
Katie and myself had tried to talk to one another over the racket Angela was created, but it was a vain attempt. Every time we'd have a conversation going, she'd barge in or fall over onto the table as she tried to retrieve her drink or something. It was all so annoying.
Eventually I got fed up of all the questions and stood up to talk to her at face level. More like scream than talk, actually. I couldn't help it, the frustration and fury was at a boiling point and it just had to spill over.
"No, I don't like you Angie! No one here likes you, Angie! You're only here because I didn't want to be rude, Angie. Hell, even Matt doesn't like you, Angie."
Of course, the last statement was purely theory and hopeful wishing on my part. The rest, however, was completely one hundred percent truth.
"Lying bitch!" Angela spat her words at me and I grinned evilly. She knew it was true, and I like to think she thought the last statement was true, too.
"Really? If I'm lying, then why did Matt and myself sleep together last night?" I threw out my chest in triumph. Technically that was true, too. We did sleep and it was together! I heard Katie cackling again and I tried not to smile or let my gaze fall to her at all.
Angela stumbled as she swung her hand at me. Luckily she was too drunk already to have any kind of aim and the slap was so off-target and slow that I caught her arm easily and began twisting it, which she didn't like whatsoever. Her free hand swatted at mine that was holding her and eventually I let her go and pushed her to the ground.
"Come on," I said to Katie, offering her my hand. "Let's go out."
She took my hand and I helped her stand up. With vodka bottle in hand, she turned to Angela and snarled, "you'd best not be here when we get back."
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We stumbled around town for the next hour, taking sporadic sips from the bottle of vodka and eventually getting well on our ways to being drunk. It was now nearing midnight and I'd lost my top somewhere. I always do that when I have vodka in me, something about it makes me want to shed clothes like dead skin.
Arm-in-arm, we eventually stopped off at a house that had originally been our destination. It was only a few blocks away from Katie's house but we had been too wrapped up in glory and triumph to get there to begin with and had instead wandered around and gotten lost.
I took to the steps, there were only three small ones but it seemed like climbing a mountain due to the state I was in and both Katie and I burst out in fervent giggles with every fall I took on every step. Then there was a ramp heading to the front door which I walked as if it were a tight rope, but with less balance.
No lights were on in the house and I could hear Katie giggling to herself as she also tried to master the ever-so-tricky stairs. I rang the doorbell and kept ringing until a light came on in the hall and a shadow passed over the glass on the door. It opened and Cat answered, with her hair wild and standing on end and dressed in a nice lingerie number. I don't really remember what it looked like, but I know that I thought it looked hot and sexy.
"'Ello darlin'," I slurred, leaning forward and wrapping my arms around her. Katie soon joined me in the hug, even though she didn't actually know Cat at all.
"What the fuck is going on?" Cat asked, pushing us off of her grouchily. Katie slumped against the door frame and I fell against Katie, making us giggle stupidly some more. I slowly lifted myself off my best friend and leaned forward to Cat so I could whisper to her.
"I loves ya ish whatsh goings on," I giggled some more and Cat just smiled. She helped me to stand up straight and I repayed her by grabbing a handful of her breasts, another thing I love to do when I have vodka in me. I really have a thing about other women's boobs when I'm drunk, don't know why. "You hash lovely boobiesh," Katie giggled at that and I joined in too. Cat just nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"I know," she said with a grin. "Now go home, I need my beauty sleep."
She didn't leave it up for debate, as she detached me from herself and quickly shut the door on us and the house went back to black. I giggled as I pulled Katie down the ramp and we fell down the stairs and lay on the pavement like a pair of hobo's.
"Shouldsh we go backsh," I asked my cohort and she nodded slowly as she closed her eyes and attempted to fall asleep on the street. My foot quickly kicked her in the shin and she woke up and kicked her feet into the air to ward off whatever fiend had tried to harm her.
We ended up not being able to stand back up and so actually crawled the few blocks back to Katie's house. Thankfully there were no stairs leading to Katie's and we'd apparently left the front door wide open. We crawled in together, having a giggle when we got stuck in the doorway because our asses were too big combined to fit through.
When we got inside we were both obviously puzzled by the low moaning noises coming from her living room. So, we crawled slowly to the door of the room and peered in from our low station. What we say shocked me to the core.
There was Angela, on her back, writhing and moaning loudly into Max's mouth as he was atop her grinding his hips into hers. Katie seemed to sober up instantly and shot into the room, pulling Max off forcefully by his hair and screaming "BAD DOG!" at him over, and over.
Angela just stared at me as I slowly crawled into the room, an evil little grin on her face. Obviously she thought she'd got one over on Matt and myself for 'sleeping' together.
Oh, foolish little Angela. No wonder no one likes you.
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