Meg admittedly regretted her decision when five finally rolled around. She had to nearly ransack her closet beforehand to find something that she considered good enough to take Christine out in- even if it was just as friends. Even now she was completely unsure about the sleek plum colored dress that she'd settled for. Was purple even her color, let alone dark purple? She wasn't sure but she definitely hoped so. If it wasn't, then Christine would probably feel awkward for looking good tonight.

She steeled her nerves and knocked on the door, holding her breath instinctively. There was a few minute pause before Christine answered the door, revealing herself. Her hair had been straightened and she wore some red lipstick with perhaps a touch of eyeliner. Her dress was sparkly and red and it hugged her curves. She was going to die by the end of the night because she was probably going to do something stupid.

"You look amazing!" Meg chirped, hoping that Christine didn't notice the way that her gaze lingered. Especially in places such as her chest and hips.

Christine giggled and thanked her quietly, stepping out of the hotel room. She ensured that the door had locked. "Are you ready to go, Meg? Where are you taking me specifically?" She questioned softly.

"I am. It's a secret, Chrissy. But I promise you'll like it." Meg responded. She grabbed her wrist and lead her down the side walk. Christine didn't fight her, just muffled another another giggle.

When they arrived, Christine's eyes widened and she squealed, having never really been inside a club before. It was difficult to do things like this because Raoul had been a very traditional man and their relationship had been traditional. Her cheeks tinted a dark pink at the thought of entering such a building.

As cute as Christine's surprise was, it worried Meg a little bit. But she didn't dwell on such a thing, simply guiding her inside. Christine followed behind her quite willingly. Some part of her felt like she was corrupting her friend, but she ignored that part of her. She was simply introducing her to things that Christine wouldn't have considered under any other circumstances.

The first thing that they did was approach the bar. Meg perched upon the stool beside Christine.

"Pick your poison, ladies." The bartender greeted warmly, a smile on her face.

Meg already knew what she wanted as she often requested this place when she wasn't in the mood for a normal bar. "I'll have a strawberry daiquiri." She chirped before turning towards Christine.

Christine's lips were pouted slightly as she considered her options. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted, but Meg's order sounded rather appealing. More appealing than a watermelon vodka at the very least.

"I'll have a strawberry daiquiri as well." Christine finally answered and the bartender nodded. She was perhaps a little less chipper due to the length of time the order had taken, but she didn't allow it to hinder her customer service too much. She simply fixed the drinks and slid them over to them.

After awhile of drinking and quite a few daiquiris, Christine and Meg were in the center of the dance floor, grinding against each other. Meg turned around to wrap her arms around to wrap her arms around Christine's neck and Christine grasped the shorter girl's neck.

They weren't grinding against each other anymore. If anything, they were simply rubbing against each other with the occasional grope from one of them. Meg stopped and noticed that Christine was gazing at her almost thoughtfully... In fact, to her drunken mind, it almost seemed dreamily as well.

"Christine...what's on your mind?" Meg slurred, a dorky grin on her lips. This didn't get a verbal answer out of Christine. No. It had just gotten a soft sigh. Before the blonde's mind could really catch up with what was happening, soft lips were against her own .

Meg returned the kiss almost immediately, pulling Christine even closer to her. The consequences of such a moment were the furthest thing from her mind and she was essentially on cloud nine.

Until Christine wrenched away to empty her stomach off to the side.

Whatever confidence Meg had gained in that moment was shattered to pieces.