Here we go with chapter 5. It's getting pretty exciting now :)
Enjoy!
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„Oh, there you are girls." Lana stumbled into the bathroom, supporting herself against the sink. "What's that s-smell in here …?", She babbled. Then the blonde took a sip from the bottle in her hand, while she was trying to get over to her friends, swaying dangerously on her high heels.
"Nah … these things a-are a pain in t-the …", Lana mumbled, before she ripped the shoes off of her sore feet, throwing them clumsily into the direction of the sink.
"Oh shit!" Paige snorted with laughter, watching one of the high heels hitting the big mirror - right in the middle – breaking it into a million pieces. Her laughter was contagious and soon the bathroom was floated by the loud giggling of all three girls.
"Ouupsii …", Lana chuckled, landing a bit ungently on her butt right next to Brie. The handcuffs, which were still hanging loosely around her wrist, were jingling quietly, when the Russian raised the bottle up to her lips once more.
"Wine?", the blonde asked slurred, holding the almost empty bottle over to Brie, who was taking another deep inhale from the joint.
"Y-Yeah.", the twin coughed – not used to the smoke – while she was taking the wine out of Lana's hand.
"Where did you get a whole bottle?" Paige asked surprised, taking a last drag of the joint, before she threw it into the trash can next to her.
Billows of smoke started to come out of the can. But the girls were sitting right beneath an opened window, giving the smoke enough room to escape, so the British didn't pay attention to it. Her focus lay on the bottle of wine, which was now passed to her.
"Did you steal it from Mathew?", Paige grinned, before her lips embraced the bottleneck, letting the rest of the wine float her dry mouth.
"N-No, I would n-never …", Lana shouted indignantly, taking the empty bottle out of Paige's hand, "M-Mathew gave it to me."
"Woaw it's okay …" Paige laughed over the blonde's reaction, "I was just kidding."
"Can I have a drag?", the Russian babbled, much to her friend's surprise. Paige had lightened another joint, blowing the smoke into the direction of the window. She always had seen Lana as the nice and well-behaved girl, disowning any kind of drugs. But then the British just blamed it on the alcohol, handing the joint over to her.
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"Brie!", Paige chuckled, "What are you doing?!"
It had been their second or third joint together, when the brown haired woman had had another hilarious idea. She quickly had fixed the other, open side of Lana's handcuff on a small rod – which was climbing vertically in between both of them - shackling the sleeping Russian on the wall.
"S-See it as round two of the game …", the drunk twin said, trying to get up from the floor.
"But don't you normally have to handcuff her in the men's bathroom that this 'toilet-party'-game works?", the British asked amused, feeling the effects of the weed, which were making the situation even more funnier for her.
"Hmmm …", Brie started thinking, when she realized that her friend had a point. How should the soon-to-be bride find a man to bail her out, when they were in the woman's bathroom?
"… sooner or later Mathew will come and check on her anyway.", the drunk twin shrugged, swaying towards the door.
"Y-Yeah you're right." Paige grinned, linking arms with Brie to make it as straight as possible through the door. She felt dizzy and when they stumbled out of the bathroom, the British realized how much fresher the air actually was outside in the bar.
"D-Do you even know … w-where the keys a-are right now …?" Paige giggled. Letting go of the door.
"N-No …", Brie snorted with laughter, almost falling over. Loudly the door snapped shut, but Lana already was fast asleep, not even hearing it.
… Unfortunately Mathew didn't come to check on Lana and their friends quickly had forgotten about the shackled Russian after some more shots …
00:30 am
"Lana, where have you been?", Maryse asked, watching the blond stumbling bar foot towards her. A piece of metal rod was hanging from her handcuffed hand, jingling over the floor with every unsteady step the Russian did.
"F-Fire …", Lana coughed incomprehensively.
"W-Why do you still have t-these handcuffs on?", Maryse interrupted her, pushing her swaying friend down on a chair. "A-And where is that r-rod from …?" She asked, not listening to the blonde's babbling.
"Where a-are the keys?! B-Brie?!", Maryse's look went through the small bar, searching for the brown haired woman. But before she could find the twin, her eyes caught the flood of water, which was coming from beneath bathroom door, causing the blonde to quickly run towards it.
"Oh shit!", Maryse cursed loudly, stepping into the floated bathroom.
The rod Lana had been shackled to was now completely ripped out of the wall and Maryse was sure, she would find the missing piece handcuffed to her friends arm. More and more water was streaming out of the hole and the blonde's eyes - which were searching hectically for something to stop the fountain – fell on the still heavily smoking trash can beneath the opened window.
A strange smell hit her nose, when Maryse quickly wade through the already ankle-high water, pulling the can under the stream.
She coughed loudly and had to avert her face, when the last billows of smoke raised out of the trash can, before the water extinguish whatever had been burning inside of it. A quiet sigh of relief escaped Maryse's throat, knowing she had bought herself some valuable time to get to Mathew and tell him to shut-off the water.
But when Maryse stormed out of the woman's bathroom the party already had started descending into chaos. The room was lightened in blue by at least three police cars, stopping right in front of the bar.
A neighbor had heard the loud noise from inside and had made a noise disturbance. Besides that a passerby had noticed smoke - coming from the bathroom window – and had heard Lana's cries for help, deciding to call the fire department and the police as well.
"Holy shit …" was all that left Maryse's mouth. She could hear sirens – of more action forces coming – from afar, while the bar was floated, this time not with water but strong, uniformed men … They were screwed.
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