Chapter 9: The Party
Shirley was going to kill them.
Why no one had called the police yet was beyond her! You could practically smell the drugs from outside! The music was so loud it nearly made both the neighboring flats shake, and half the kids there were too young to be drinking. Shirley had half a mind to do it herself, but of course that would require her pulling herself away from her current experiment.
Shirley was testing the different effects various chemicals have when mixed with different objects that have been melted. She was currently taking notes on the effects when mixed with a melted skin from a human arm. She had just about to move on to melted led when someone knocked on her door.
With a groan, Shirley stood from her stood and went to answer her door. "What?!" She said angrily, only opening her door enough so that she could look out of it.
Behind the door stood, or rather swayed, a man who was about a head taller than Shirley with blood shot eyes. His shirt was hanging off of his shoulder and his trousers were beginning to fall off of him. His hair had clearly been messed up by someone, for there were clear sighs of gel that had once been applied. Although blood shot, his eyes were starting to close.
When he didn't answer back Shirley gave out another groan and closed her door hoping the man would leave.
Shirley returned to her experiment and began searching for something to melt plastic in.
~10 minutes later~
There had been no indications that the man had left from his spot at the door. The knowledge that there was another presence right outside her flat was beginning to eat at her mind. Are hard as she tried to ignore the man, his ever annoying presence had pushed well past the point of irritating and to the point of unacceptable.
Looking down at her outfit, Shirley decided that it was probably unwise for an omega fresh out of heat to venture into a room full of unbound alphas that were under the influence. She went into her room and came out tying her dark red bathrobe around her and slipped on her slippers.
When she opened the door, she saw her sluggish friend was still standing there and the color from his face was beginning to drain. "Well, come along then!" Shirley said as she grabbed his hand and dragged him down the stairs and down to the first floor where the door to 221C was wide open and overflowing with people. She helped place the man so was leaning up again the wall, but only to have him slide down into a sitting position on the floor.
As Shirley made her way through the room she kept an eye out looking for Jacob. She finally found him sitting on his couch downing a bottle of beer sitting in between two omega girls, both wearing skin tight dresses.
"Mans!"
At the sound of his naming being called Jacob snapped his head up to look at an angry Shirley who stood in the middle of his living room with her hands on her hips dressed in her pajamas, bathrobe and slippers.
"Shirley! So you decided to crash the party! Always knew you'd turn out to be the type! Can't cay much for your outfit though..."
"Jacob...What happened to our promise? You keep your party under control and I don't blow up the flat! That was our deal!"
"Nooooo! Our deal was I keep my music down, you don't blow up the flat!"
"And yet you still seem to struggle with even that!"
"Loosen up Shirley! Here, have something to drink!" As Jacob spoke he thrust a beer into Shirley's hand. Shirley looked up to tell Jacob off when she noticed that the alpha had gone back to his spot on the couch. With a roll of her eyes Shirley began looking around of a path to the door. As she made her way through the crowd she had the misfortune of being grinded upon twice and being mistaken for someone's ex whom they still had a grudge with.
She was almost to the door when something caught her attention. In a corner on the other side of the room, a small group of people were sitting smoking cigarettes. It was in this moment that Shirley remembered that during her heat she hadn't smoked once and realized she was gasping for a drag.
As she put her hand into the pocket of her bathrobe she felt a pack in her pocket. Without any regard to how she was dressed, Shirley made her way over to the small group. "Got a light?" She asked a beta who eyed her suspiciously. With a short nod, the beta pulled out a light and lite her cigarette. Shirley walked a bit away from the group and sat on a cushioned stool with her legs crossed. Her pajama bottoms were just barely noticeable with her bathrobe ending at her shines. Her gray tank-top was completely covered much to her relief.
Shirley continued smoking in peace, calmly strolling through her mind palace reorganizing her plans for ideas that would kept her from getting bored during winter break. This calmness was broke by the sound of someone calling her name. With a small shake of her head, drawing her back to reality, she looked around to see her blonde haired locker-mate.
"Shirley Holmes? What are you doing here?" John asked with his hands crossed over his chest. Although John would never admit it out loud, he was having a horrible time at the party. About five different omegas, only three of which were females, had tried throwing themselves onto him and he was getting sick of it.
"I live in the flat upstairs, came down here to chew Jacob out and now I'm having a drag. Care to join me?"
John rolled his annoyingly. "Medical student, remember? I don't exactly approve of those things."
"No, didn't think you would."
"And do I even want to ask why you're in your bathrobe?"
Shirley looked down at her attire. She hadn't thought much about her clothing, as long as it was comfortable and she looked fine in it, she didn't really care what she wore. She shrugged and took another drag. "I needed something to cover up and this was the easiest thing to find. Although I must say you're making quite a fashion statement, where a whole sheep? That's quite bold."
John took his turn and looked at his beige jumper. "Does it matter? Everyone's too drunk to notice anyways."
"Yeah, I honestly didn't think these parties were you were...Thing."
"They're not."
"Wanna ditch?"
"Oh God yes."
