Chapter 43 - Party's are always the same
The team went home and got ready for the influx of party goers that were bound to show up. They never failed to have a crowd. Dom accepted more congratulations on his win and started to talk shop with some other racers. More and more people came and the crowd around Dom grew and grew. Torrie knew that she could break into the middle and go to Dom's side, but he'd just throw and arm around her shoulders and keep talking cars with his friends.
Torrie and Mia wandered off to the kitchen.
"I hate it when he starts to talk cars after races. I'd rather spend time with him and much as I love cars I don't wanna talk about them all the time. Unlike Dom who would rather talk cars then anything." Torrie bitched at Mia.
"Why do you think Letty was always finding ways to drag him away from the party? Besides, I think there's at least one thing he would rather talk about." Mia winked at Torrie.
"Yeah," Torrie giggled, "He's got a two track mind. Cars and." Torrie blushed.
"Exactly." Mia smiled and grabbed a juice. "What're you drinkin'?"
"Oh, gimme a Snapple and a glass." Torrie accepted the juice in a glass from Mia and up ended the vodka bottle over it. She added about a double shot, mixed it and then tasted it. She winced at the strong taste but then added another splash of liquor into the drink. "Ah, would peel the paint off the walls. Perfect." Torrie returned Mia's wink. "Why don't you drink Mia?"
"I do, just not often. I don't like the taste of any of it, I get drunk off one drink most of the time and get terrible hangovers. It's not worth it." Mia screwed up her face.
"Ah, but after a drink or two like this, I'll be ready to make a fool of myself!"
"Exactly." Mia and Torrie laughed.
Torrie downed the rest of her drink, coughed, then mixed another one. It was gone at a similar speed and she mixed a third.
"Slow down Torrie. Damn, you'll be on your ass." Mia tried to slow her friend down.
"Only if I'm lucky." Torrie told her and took a sip of the third drink. Vince walked into the kitchen. "V, baby boy, how you doin'" Torrie asked her friend.
"Not as good as you Torrie. Damn, how much did you have to drink?"
"Not enough yet, you?"
"Gettin' there." Vince answered with a smile.
"Dance wit me V. Come on."
"I don't know Torrie."
"Oh, you know you want to. You're not gonna do better'n me V."
"I like having my balls attached to my body Torrie, and I'd rather keep 'em there if it's all the same to you."
"What'd you mean. Dancing with me isn't dangerous."
"It is if Dom sees us and we don't have a foot between us."
"Oh V, Dom's too busy with his adoring fans and besides it's just you'n me. He's use to that and he sure looks too busy to dance with me himself." Torrie grabbed Vince by the neck. "Let's go, you know you want to."
He did want to. It might make the racer chasers jealous and he knew that Torrie could dance well enough that he'd have fun, if Dom didn't castrate him. "Let's go then girl. I hope you can keep up in your state."
"V, I could dance circles around you any day."
"Let's go then Hot Shot."
"Oh it's on." She laughingly followed Vince into the living room where everyone else was dancing already. They moved into a clear spot and waited for the song to change. The new song started and it was B R right by Trina and Ludacris. It was pretty suggestive but Torrie didn't think twice about it and once she challenged Vince all he thought about was showing her he was just as good a dancer as she was. Vince had his hands on Torrie's waist and she had one arm around his neck and she was holding the other one over her head.
Dom looked up from talking to some people he knew about the RX-8 and saw Torrie and Vince dancing together. He saw red, even though he knew it was just Vince and Torrie. It was always the same with them. But Dom wished that she'd think about what people thought when they saw stuff like this. He started toward them just as the song ended and they let each other go. They were playfully arguing over something and they were face to face, foreheads pressed together.
"I'm a better dancer Vince, you know it so just admit it."
"I admit nothing. I was just as good as you." Vince growled back.
"In you're dreams boy."
"I demand a rematch to decide this once and for all." Vince waited for some random skank to change the CD.
"You're gonna have to take a rain check Vince, cause I got the next dance with my girlfriend." Dom broke in.
"No problem brotha, see you later Torrie." Vince walked away and as he predicted he was surrounded by skanks. He picked up his guitar and waited for one of them to make him an offer he wouldn't refuse.
"Whateryou doin' dancing like that with Vince?" Dom asked Torrie in his I'm sorta mad but trying not to let on voice.
"Well, Vince wasn't busy so I danced with Vince."
"What are you saying Torrie?"
"Nothing, I'm not saying anything other then what I said. Vince was there in the kitchen. I wanted to dance. Vince was free, we danced."
"Why didn't you ask me to dance then?"
"You were busy Dom. I didn't want to bother you."
The skank got the CD player figured out and it started up again. Mezmerize by Ashanti. Their song.
"Well, you're here, I'm here, we know we know how to dance to this song. Let's dance." Torrie wrapped her arms around Dom's neck and started to move her hips.
"Why did you dance like that with Vince? Why didn't you come get me?"
"Dom, you were in the middle of a crowd of people, you looked happy. You were talking cars. You always talk cars. If I go get you I feel like some sort of clingy bitch. I wanted to let you talk to your friends. If I want some of your time at these parties we either have to have had a fight and you are therefore paying extra attention to me or I have to drag you upstairs."
"That's not true." Dom started. Torrie gave him a look. "Ok, ok, I tend to get carried away talking cars. But if you came to get me you wouldn't look bad."
"But Dom, I danced with Vince while you were busy. Now I'm dancin' with you. No big deal."
"Torrie. I know it's not really a big deal, but people already think that you and Vince are a couple. I don't want to encourage them to feel that way even more."
"Oh Dommie, are you jealous?" Torrie smiled at him, she hoped he was. That was a good sign.
"Yeah, I am." She giggled.
"Ok, good then. I'll make an effort to make sure people know that it's you and I that are an item, ok?"
"That'd be super." Dom smiled.
"Hey, I know how to start them thinking in the right direction." Torrie said as the song ended.
"How's that?"
"Let's go upstairs." Torrie smiled. Dom smiled back and took her hand. They headed up the stairs.
The team went home and got ready for the influx of party goers that were bound to show up. They never failed to have a crowd. Dom accepted more congratulations on his win and started to talk shop with some other racers. More and more people came and the crowd around Dom grew and grew. Torrie knew that she could break into the middle and go to Dom's side, but he'd just throw and arm around her shoulders and keep talking cars with his friends.
Torrie and Mia wandered off to the kitchen.
"I hate it when he starts to talk cars after races. I'd rather spend time with him and much as I love cars I don't wanna talk about them all the time. Unlike Dom who would rather talk cars then anything." Torrie bitched at Mia.
"Why do you think Letty was always finding ways to drag him away from the party? Besides, I think there's at least one thing he would rather talk about." Mia winked at Torrie.
"Yeah," Torrie giggled, "He's got a two track mind. Cars and." Torrie blushed.
"Exactly." Mia smiled and grabbed a juice. "What're you drinkin'?"
"Oh, gimme a Snapple and a glass." Torrie accepted the juice in a glass from Mia and up ended the vodka bottle over it. She added about a double shot, mixed it and then tasted it. She winced at the strong taste but then added another splash of liquor into the drink. "Ah, would peel the paint off the walls. Perfect." Torrie returned Mia's wink. "Why don't you drink Mia?"
"I do, just not often. I don't like the taste of any of it, I get drunk off one drink most of the time and get terrible hangovers. It's not worth it." Mia screwed up her face.
"Ah, but after a drink or two like this, I'll be ready to make a fool of myself!"
"Exactly." Mia and Torrie laughed.
Torrie downed the rest of her drink, coughed, then mixed another one. It was gone at a similar speed and she mixed a third.
"Slow down Torrie. Damn, you'll be on your ass." Mia tried to slow her friend down.
"Only if I'm lucky." Torrie told her and took a sip of the third drink. Vince walked into the kitchen. "V, baby boy, how you doin'" Torrie asked her friend.
"Not as good as you Torrie. Damn, how much did you have to drink?"
"Not enough yet, you?"
"Gettin' there." Vince answered with a smile.
"Dance wit me V. Come on."
"I don't know Torrie."
"Oh, you know you want to. You're not gonna do better'n me V."
"I like having my balls attached to my body Torrie, and I'd rather keep 'em there if it's all the same to you."
"What'd you mean. Dancing with me isn't dangerous."
"It is if Dom sees us and we don't have a foot between us."
"Oh V, Dom's too busy with his adoring fans and besides it's just you'n me. He's use to that and he sure looks too busy to dance with me himself." Torrie grabbed Vince by the neck. "Let's go, you know you want to."
He did want to. It might make the racer chasers jealous and he knew that Torrie could dance well enough that he'd have fun, if Dom didn't castrate him. "Let's go then girl. I hope you can keep up in your state."
"V, I could dance circles around you any day."
"Let's go then Hot Shot."
"Oh it's on." She laughingly followed Vince into the living room where everyone else was dancing already. They moved into a clear spot and waited for the song to change. The new song started and it was B R right by Trina and Ludacris. It was pretty suggestive but Torrie didn't think twice about it and once she challenged Vince all he thought about was showing her he was just as good a dancer as she was. Vince had his hands on Torrie's waist and she had one arm around his neck and she was holding the other one over her head.
Dom looked up from talking to some people he knew about the RX-8 and saw Torrie and Vince dancing together. He saw red, even though he knew it was just Vince and Torrie. It was always the same with them. But Dom wished that she'd think about what people thought when they saw stuff like this. He started toward them just as the song ended and they let each other go. They were playfully arguing over something and they were face to face, foreheads pressed together.
"I'm a better dancer Vince, you know it so just admit it."
"I admit nothing. I was just as good as you." Vince growled back.
"In you're dreams boy."
"I demand a rematch to decide this once and for all." Vince waited for some random skank to change the CD.
"You're gonna have to take a rain check Vince, cause I got the next dance with my girlfriend." Dom broke in.
"No problem brotha, see you later Torrie." Vince walked away and as he predicted he was surrounded by skanks. He picked up his guitar and waited for one of them to make him an offer he wouldn't refuse.
"Whateryou doin' dancing like that with Vince?" Dom asked Torrie in his I'm sorta mad but trying not to let on voice.
"Well, Vince wasn't busy so I danced with Vince."
"What are you saying Torrie?"
"Nothing, I'm not saying anything other then what I said. Vince was there in the kitchen. I wanted to dance. Vince was free, we danced."
"Why didn't you ask me to dance then?"
"You were busy Dom. I didn't want to bother you."
The skank got the CD player figured out and it started up again. Mezmerize by Ashanti. Their song.
"Well, you're here, I'm here, we know we know how to dance to this song. Let's dance." Torrie wrapped her arms around Dom's neck and started to move her hips.
"Why did you dance like that with Vince? Why didn't you come get me?"
"Dom, you were in the middle of a crowd of people, you looked happy. You were talking cars. You always talk cars. If I go get you I feel like some sort of clingy bitch. I wanted to let you talk to your friends. If I want some of your time at these parties we either have to have had a fight and you are therefore paying extra attention to me or I have to drag you upstairs."
"That's not true." Dom started. Torrie gave him a look. "Ok, ok, I tend to get carried away talking cars. But if you came to get me you wouldn't look bad."
"But Dom, I danced with Vince while you were busy. Now I'm dancin' with you. No big deal."
"Torrie. I know it's not really a big deal, but people already think that you and Vince are a couple. I don't want to encourage them to feel that way even more."
"Oh Dommie, are you jealous?" Torrie smiled at him, she hoped he was. That was a good sign.
"Yeah, I am." She giggled.
"Ok, good then. I'll make an effort to make sure people know that it's you and I that are an item, ok?"
"That'd be super." Dom smiled.
"Hey, I know how to start them thinking in the right direction." Torrie said as the song ended.
"How's that?"
"Let's go upstairs." Torrie smiled. Dom smiled back and took her hand. They headed up the stairs.