How Life's Rivers Flow
By Vampire-knows
Max
"Tell me again why I'm going through your older sister's closet?" I pondered, looking through the plethora of risque attire. Maya was worse than her brother if that said anything about her, and being a Sophomore in college was made easy with the right hair flips and lip gloss according to her the last time we talked.
"Because I want you to put on the hottest thing you can find if you insist on babysitting me." Iggy drawled out, also looking through his sister's clothing. "Tell me, how do you feel about push-up bras?"
"Iggy, just stop." I groaned, and he smirked, bumping into me playfully. Although every now and then I could see that psychotic glint in his eye he seemed to have calmed down a bit after seeing Lupo's reaction. It was as if he had reassured himself that he was the Master at the game. Although considering the game was created by his sister there was no question in my mind that a Griffiths definitely held the title. In fact, Iggy might have surpassed Maya by now.
"Is that a no?" He pondered and I nodded in confirmation. I wasn't going to a club to look drop-dead gorgeous, I was going to keep Iggy from killing someone.
"Iggy, none of these clothes would fit me. She's a size zero." I pointed out after pulling out a halfway decent dress and checking the size.
"Max, you're looking at her high school stuff. Look over here at her freshmen college stuff, and do not dare tell me you are not a size zero." He added, yanking me over to a different section of her walk-in closet. I almost rolled my eyes at all the sparkle.
"Nothing flashy." I demanded.
"Alright section five is out." Iggy said, pushing back everything that shined brighter than a diamond.
"Nothing ball gown-ish either."
"Bye-bye section seven."
"I can't believe she has so many dresses she separated them into sections," I mumbled, and Iggy grinned for a moment, as if remembering going to the mall with his sister when she picked out about half of these. They didn't talk much, but when they did it was true friendship. I couldn't explain it, I don't even think their dad could explain it.
"I'm getting you a dress from section three and you are to try it on with no complaints."
"What's section three?"
"Sex in a dress." Iggy answered slyly, throwing me a dark red cocktail dress that couldn't have made it past mid-thigh if my legs were two feet shorter.
"No, absolutely not- well, this color is pretty nice." I began, already slightly defeated.
"You'll look gorgeous, Cupcake. I'll do your makeup, don't even worry about it. Go change." Iggy demanded, and pushed me out of the closet before I could ask how he knew how to do makeup.
Yes, I will admit the strapless dress fit me nicely, and maybe it made my long legs look a bit longer, and possibly I looked hot, but I still wasn't happy about it. My first priority was Iggy, not the first guy that caught my eye when I walked in.
"Beautiful. Okay, I'm thinking a wing look with the eyeliner, and some natural tones for the eye shadow, and yes I'm going to overdo the mascara a bit because it will bring out your eyes more." Iggy added as he pulled me into his sister's bathroom, searching quickly underneath the cabinet and pulling out a large makeup bag. "But first some foundation. Your skin is so pale lately. You need to get into the great outdoors more, Cupcake." Iggy advised, and I closed my eyes as he began rubbing liquid foundation all over my face.
"How do you even know how to do this?" I questioned, slightly terrified I'd come out looking like a clown who had drank too much.
"I practiced on Maya a lot when she was in High School because she told me being good with makeup could make me sexier. What I didn't get is she meant with putting it on myself. And yes, before you ask, eyeliner does make me look like a hot bad boy from a band."
"Lovely." I mumbled as he began doing my eye makeup. In reality I was grateful Iggy had some skill in this department because I didn't know the first thing about anything that wasn't mascara.
"Okay and a light pink lip gloss should do it," Iggy decided, and slapped it on my lips before commanding me to open my eyes. I did, peeking into the mirror and smirking. Damn, I looked hot.
"I'm going to hire you as my professional makeup artist."
"Tell anybody I did your makeup and I'll kill you." Iggy said, patting my head like a father would his child before grabbing an unused brush out of a drawer. "Alright, your hair looks really nice straight so I'm not going to bother curling it- yes, I know how to do that to- I'm just going to tease it a bit- stop looking at me like that- and then let it fall over one shoulder." Iggy decided, working his magic on me.
When it was all said and done I barely recognized myself. Good, the last thing I wanted was for someone to realize it was me in this attire. As we left towards Iggy's room so I could judge him on his hotness he tossed me a pair of heels that I was honestly afraid to walk in. All the same though I put the black sandal high heel things on, and practiced walking with them to Iggy's room. They hurt like hell and I hadn't even gone that far, but it was too late to back out now.
"Alright, how's this?" Iggy asked, stepping out of his closet in a pair of skinny jeans that were too tight in all the right places and a dark red button down that was halfway hidden under his leather jacket. Vaguely, I wondered if he made us match purposefully.
"Damn, talk about sex in a jacket." I growled playfully and he chuckled, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet from where I sat on his king sized bed.
"Do you think I should straighten my hair? It's all wavy and stuff." Iggy muttered, looking towards the full length mirror hanging on his wall.
"I would. It'll look nicer- and put your earring in. That's hot." I added and he nodded once, grabbing the diamond stud off his dresser before heading to the bathroom to complete his look.
Together we rode in what I had figured out was Lupo's old Mustang, straight to the club Iggy had decided we were going to. Only because Lupo would be there of course. How he knew this I still had no clue, but once again I was not about to question him in his psychotic state of mind.
"Alright, Babe, let's go break hearts," Iggy said, parking in a front row spot that was sure to get Lupo's attention. We both got out of the car and Iggy made a point of setting the alarm before stuffing the keys in my clutch. After they were safely locked away we began heading towards the entrance when all of the sudden Iggy's bright red Mustang convertible pulled up. It parked next to the one we had came here in, and Lupo stepped out of the driver's side with all the class of a woman who knew what she was doing.
"Damn, she almost looks better than you," Iggy smirked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I grinned to myself, until I noticed Fang get out of the passenger seat.
"Damn, he does look better than you," I purred, feeling for the first time something claw at my heart when I looked at him. A pure physical attraction that I hadn't thought about in years.
"Thanks, Cupcake," Iggy rolled his eyes but all the same side-stepped the line and gave the Bouncer a nod. As they started to walk in Lupo's voice rang loud and clear.
"We're with him," We both turned as she gestured towards Iggy, and his smirk only grew as the Bouncer took his smile as approval and let Lupo and Fang walk in. One thing was for sure, this was going to be one hell of a night.
"So, are you going to drink anything or are you going to prance around awkwardly looking like that all night?" Fang asked, his voice so close to my ear I cringed with fright and spun around hastily.
"Don't sneak up on me like that," I growled, looking past his shoulder and towards Iggy and Lupo. She was currently grinding against him while his smirk lit up the dance floor. I watched as he whispered something in her ear and she smiled at him before heading over towards us.
"How's it going, guys?" She asked before ordering a drink.
"Boring… and make it three." Fang added, and the bartender nodded in acknowledgement.
"Well, there's a whole dance floor, some gambling over there, a bar at your disposal, have some fun." Lupo smirked at Fang, and I scowled to myself. "I mean honestly, are you just going to sit here all night?" Lupo rose an eyebrow at me as if I was being dumb for not drinking and not grinding against people like Iggy.
"Yeah, probably." I muttered as she grabbed one of the three drinks the bartender brought before shaking her head at me with a chuckle and heading off onto the dance floor where Iggy was already busy with another girl. They were practically having sex right there in the middle of the crowd, and Lupo's presence sure as hell didn't slow him down from groping his poor victim.
"Here, drink it." Fang handed me a tall glass of something that smelled like whiskey, and I flinched.
"No way." I held it out towards him, but he only shook his head.
"We're not going to have any fun tonight if we don't get drunk. You might as well." He insisted, and I sighed deeply, staring at the unknown liquid for a moment before deciding if nothing else, I had Iggy. He'd take care of me if things got bad. I was his number one priority just like he was mine. At least, I hoped so.
"Well, here goes nothing," I muttered, and down went the first glass.
Five cups later for me and about twenty more for Fang we were both on the dance floor, drunk as all get out. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, I just knew Fang had already lost his jacket and was guiding me in whatever the hell type of slutty dance we were doing.
Wonderful. he was having a good time. I was having a good time. Lupo was having a good time- and Fang, well Fang's shirt had mysteriously disappeared.