Selena's POV
It was 9.30 when we got out of the taxi at the club. Demi was dressed in white skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with diamanté's spelling 'no fucking angel' across her breasts. I loved it, it really highlighted her hips and stomach because it was tight but baggy at the same time; kind of difficult to describe.
I, on the other hand, was wearing black skinny jeans, a bright red t-shirt and a back waistcoat to match.
"That's twenty dollars please ladies. Be careful tonight… pretty, young girls like yourselves out late; you never know what could happen. Make sure you get a taxi back because it's scary the kind of things you hear about." The old taxi driver said shaking his head. I handed him a twenty and took Demi's hand in my own.
"Thanks, we will do. Have a nice night." I called to him as we both climbed out of the cab.
"Hey there Demi, long time no see. How's it going?" asked a very butch girl guarding the door in a security guards outfit. There was loud music pounding from inside and smoke pouring out of the doors. It was only from a smoke machine, obviously. It's weird that I didn't even know this place existed.
"Hey Lauren, I know, I've been really busy with work and stuff." She said with a shrug.
"Oh yeah, you're a teacher now, right?" Demi nodded with a small grin and looked at me with a wink. "No Lindsay tonight? You two used to be attached at the hip." She said curiously.
"No, we broke up months ago." She said calmly, seemingly unaffected by the mention of her break up.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, anyway, I won't keep you out in the cold, enjoy your night love." She said as she opened the door and more smoke poured out. I went to follow Demi in the Lauren put her arm in front of me to stop me.
"Hold up sweet cheeks, I'm going to have to ask you for some ID I'm afraid." She said as Demi stopped halfway in the portal. I grabbed the ID card out of my pocket and showed it to her and she examined it carefully.
"Right okay then, lean against the wall, put your arms above your head and put your bag on the floor." She instructed. I looked to Demi, completely shocked and confused, but Demi just nodded for me to do it.
Lauren started feeling the sides of my body, my back, my front and in my pockets.
"You're clean. Do you have a bag or anything?" she asked.
"No… just pockets." I told her.
"Right, empty them please." She told me strictly.
"But you just che…" I was interrupted by Demi.
"'Lena just do it." She almost hissed at me.
I turned out my jean pockets where one hundred and fifty dollars fell to the floor, followed by my iPhone, my house keys and my fake ID.
"Okay, you're completely clean, sorry about that. Enjoy your night." She said with a friendly smile. I looked at her confused and picked my things up. Once the door was shut again I turned to Demi and looked at her quizzically.
"What in God's name was that all about?" I asked her.
"She was searching you for drugs, it always happens."
"Why weren't you searched?" I asked her curiously as we sat down at a table near to the pool table and the dance floor where there were three silver poles fixed in the middle.
"Lauren's known me since I was like five, she knows what I'm like and that I would never try to bring drugs into her club." She explained. "Would you like a drink?" She asked me.
"Yeah please; a coke." I told her with a smile.
"Selena, are you forgetting where you are?" She asked me with a raised eyebrow. I looked at her with a questioning look before she called a brunette waitress in just a G-string and a t-shirt with no bra on over. "Can I get eight shots of vodka and two 'Wet Pussies' please?" She asked, sticking a twenty in the girls G-string with a wink.
"It's coming right up sweet cheeks." She said as she walked off writing down Demi's order.
"What in God's name is a 'Wet pussy'?" I asked her, assuming it was some kind of cocktail.
"Well sweetie, if you don't know what one of those is, you can't be a very good lesbian." She said with a wink. My eyes widened as I realised what she meant and I kicked her softly under the table.
"You ordered two wet girls?" I asked her, completely shocked.
"No honey, I was kidding. I'd order at least three. It's a cocktail; Amaretto, Crown Royal and Red bull. They're absolutely lush." She explained. I relaxed a little as the waitress came over with our drinks. She put four shots in from of me and four in front of Demi, then she out the two 'Wet Pussies' in the middle of the table.
"One, two, three… Go!" She said, looking at me and Demi. Demi started drinking her first shot quickly, so I copied her. The vodka burned my throat but it was soothing after a while. Demi finished her last shot seconds before I did and the waitress grinned at me.
"Better look next time maybe." She said as she walked off. I started coughing from the vodka and Demi pushed the drink closer to me.
"Drink the Pussy." She instructed. I nodded and took a sip of the cocktail; which I must admit really was delicious. I grinned at Demi and wiped my mouth after the pink froth settled around my lips.
"Feeling it?" She asked, taking a few gulps of her own cocktail.
"Kind of. Shall we get some more shots?" I asked her and I waved a waitress over.
"Feisty one you are. Go for it!" She called as the music seemed to get louder.
"Ten shots of Tequila please!" I ordered, handing the same waitress as before a twenty again. She shook her head and pointed to her G-string.
"In there honey or you don't get your drinks!" She called. I looked at Demi who nodded and put the twenty loosely in the G-string. "I'll be right over ladies."
"Was that your first time doing that?" Demi asked me knowingly. I nodded and took another mouthful of my drink. My teeth started to feel weird; they were numb and tingly when I pressed them together. Demi noticed me pressing them together and shook her head. "You little lightweight! You're tipsy!" She exclaimed.
I sunk in my seat slightly and was about to reply but we were approached by two women. One was tall and blonde, very pretty with big boobs. The other was your typical dyke; dark short hair and a checked shirt. I grinned at them both and so did Demi.
"Can we buy you ladies some drinks?" asked the blonde woman.
"We've just ordered actually. Thank you anyway though." I replied with a smile.
"How about a game of pool then, we could play doubles?" Asked the dark haired woman. They both seemed friendly and around twenty-one. They didn't look older than Demi who was only twenty-two.
"I don't see why not. How about you two go and rack up whilst we wait for our drinks?" Demi asked with a charming cute grin. The dark haired woman nodded and headed over to the pool table.
"You any good at pool babe?" Demi asked me with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not the best, but I can play." I told her as our drinks were laid out in front of us. This time I was ready. I wrapped my hand around a shot glass, ready for the waitress to count down again.
"One, two, three… Go!" I downed shot after shot until all five were gone and my throat was practically on fire. I beat Demi though and quickly swallowed some of my cocktail.
"Nice one girlie." Said the waitress as she collected the shot glasses and walked off. I grinned lazily at Demi, knowing that the alcohol had gone to my head. I was such a frigging lightweight!
"Come on baby, let's go play pool, they've set up now. Grab your drink." She instructed as she helped me up. I followed her to the pool table where the two women were dusting their cue's.
"You two versus us?" I asked the blonde one who nodded, passing me a cue. I took it from her and looked to Demi.
"Care to help me break m'lady?" I asked her lazily. Demi chuckled and stood behind me with her body pressed into mine as I leant over the table. She helped me take the shot and we potted a Red ball.
We talked, drank and played pool until One AM with the two women whose names we learned to be Jessica and Polly. Jessica was the dark haired one, who actually came across as a bit of a softie, despite her tough guy image. Polly just came across as your typical girlie dumb blonde, which was quite funny.
"S-So what's the d-deal with you guys?" Polly asked as we all sat to a table, having had enough of playing pool for the night.
"Demi's my girlfriend, a-and she's amaaaaaaazing!" I told Polly, followed by a hiccup. Demi giggled and put her arm around my shoulder, pulling me into her so that I was leaning against her chest.
"'Lena baby… I… I'm gonna go potty. Be r-right back. Kay?" She asked me. I nodded and she got up, leaving me with Polly and Jessica. We talked for what felt like hours but in reality it was only ten minutes before I realised that Demi still wasn't back.
"H-Hey, Do y-you know where DemDemiDemi is?" I asked them both as I looked round. They both shrugged and I heard Demi's voice from the small smoky well-lit stage at the front of the room. She was sitting with a guitar in front of a microphone, speaking into it, well, more like slurring.
"T-this is a song I wrote for my girlfriend Selena, she's beautiful and she's a-amazing. I don't care if all of you lot hate it, a-a-as long as she l-like it." She mumbled into the microphone. Me, Jessica and Polly started walking forward and moved to the empty table directly in front of the stage. Demi caught my eye and grinned at me before she started playing.
"Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day
Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me do I look ok, I say
When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are."
She finished and pulled the guitar off. I got up onto the stage, although I did nearly fall and Demi had to catch me. I pulled Demi straight into me and kissed her full on the mouth, not giving a shit who was watching.
She grinned into the kiss and a few of the girls in the back of the club wolf-whistled. I didn't care though, I just pulled Demi closer to me which resulted in both of us falling off the stage. I fell onto my back with Demi on top of me but I didn't feel any pain because in all honesty I was completely wasted and I was still kissing my beautiful girlfriend.
We stayed out until three AM when the club closed. I was shattered and so was Demi so we called and cab and said goodbye to Jessica and Polly, but not before exchanging Facebook URL's.
"Baby that song was b-beautiful." I told her whilst sitting in the back of the cab. Demi grinned at me and captured my lips in hers.
We got back home and snuck into the house, trying not to wake my mom up. To my surprise she was awake and watching TV, Family Guy.
"Hey girls, did you have a nice night?" She asked without looking up from the TV.
"I-It was amaaaaaazing! D-Demi wrote me a sing and it w-was beeeeautiful!" I told her, trying so hard to speak normally but I couldn't. My mom looked up at Demi and got up from the couch. She lifted my chin with her fingers and looked into my eyes.
"Bloody hell 'Lena! How much has she had Demi?" She turned to Demi, obviously referring to alcohol.
"I don't know, she's had a-a lot. She's v-v-very drunk. We were g… we were going to beddy bies." She mumbled, somewhat ashamed to my mom, who shook her head and sat back down.
"Go up to bed then girls, I'll bring you both some aspirin in the morning. Goodnight." She said with a small chuckle. Any other mom would be pissed off that her seventeen year old daughter had come home drunk with her girlfriend, but hey, my mom wasn't 'any other mom.'
"Night mommy. I laaaaav you." I told her as I sloppily kissed her cheek. She wiped it with the back of her hand and patted my back. Demi guided me awkwardly up the stairs and despite nearly slipping twice, we made it to my room with no problem.
"Come o-on baby, geet neked." I said with a wiggle of my eyebrows. Demi chuckled and shook her head, pulling off her shirt.
"In your d-dreams. Take yer pants off." She instructed. I did as she said so I was just wearing my underwear, top and waistcoat. I pulled the waistcoat off as well and belly-flopped onto my bed. Demi pulled her own pants off and jumped on top of me. I let out a gasp from the extra weight and shifted so that my lips were directly underneath hers.
I connected our lips quickly as I ran my hands lazily up and down her bare sides. She still had her bra and panties on whilst I still had a shirt on, which I hadn't noticed Demi was attempting to take off.
"L-lift your arms up bab." I complied and she lifted my t-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.
For about an hour we made out sloppily, running our hands up and down each other's bodies and through each other's hair. Demi stopped kissing me at some point, and when I looked up at her she was fast asleep on top of me. I grinned to myself and pecked her lips softly.
"Goodnight baby."