Oh my god, i'm so sorry I haven't updated. Im only allowed on the computer on weekends from now on, but here's a chapter because I don't want to disappoint! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, i have heaps of great ideas for this story ;) x
I do not own Skins
I smiled at this Emily character before nodding and throwing my butt into the streets. She walked up the steps and into the pub with my following close behind. When walking into this pub, the first thing I noticed was the cover band that was playing on a small stage in the back and out of all bands they could be covering, it was The Addicts, and i fucking love The Addicts. Smiling at that fact Emily and I made our way over to the bar.
The place wasn't nearly as rubbish as I had expected it to be. "What would you like Naomi," Emily asked me shyly. "Oh uhh, just a vodka on ice, please." Emily shot me a small smile and then turned round to speak with the man attending the bar. "Oy! That one with you Ems? Shit, she's fit as fuck babes!" It was the bartender talking with Emily, which only made me scoff a bit under my breath. The man had short brown hair, quit some fucked up teeth and a green polo tee with the collar popped up. My god, i could already tell what a wanker this one was.
Emily's face soon was overcome with a blush making her face almost as read as her hair was before she had quietly said "Uhm, actually Cook, she happens to just be a friend..I guess." So his name is Cook huh, well that kind of explains it. Wanker with a wanker's name. "Oh shit, sorry Emilio man, thought she'd be another one of them quality shags of yours," Cook said shooting a wink over my way, handing the drinks to Emily. It was my turn to blush, but at the fact that Emily must be into girls..perfect. We made our way to a table near the corner of the stage.
Taking a gigantic gulp of the vodka down feeling that familiar burning sensation making its way down my throat, fucking hell i love it every time. "Woah, slow down, cheers" Emily said joining me in my sudden drinking binge. We both put our drinks down at the same time and she blushed quickly taking her bottom lip between her teeth. God, this girl really is fucking gorgeous I thought to myself while taking in all of her features. Perfect legs, hips I could already picture myself grabbing, a quality bum, perfect sized tits, oh god. I looked down at our glasses noting that they where both empty "You fancy a pint? My round?" Emily shot me a bright smile before replying "As lovely as that does sound Naomi, I've got myself a interview and then i go on stage at 10.30. Kind of have to stay a little sober."
"Right sorry," I could feel myself slowly start getting red. "I'm going to grab one then, be back shortly," and with that I quickly excused myself heading near the bar. Midway I found myself being stopped by a devious looking Effy "Oh wow, thought you fucked off," I had told her with a small growing smirk on my face. She just laughed at my comment "Naomi, i'm here for work. I have been interviewing all fucking night and my next one isn't for another 15 minutes or so so, you fancy a pint?" I bit my lip and nodded. We both finally reached the bar, "Cook!" I shouted at him "two pints of Stella, yeah?" He grinned and started filling up the glasses "I like you blondie, very demanding, almost dominatrix like, but who's your friend?" Effy gave him her best smirk (as usual) and leaned over the counter, full well knowing that her tits where hanging out and being waved in his face "I'm Effy and thanks for the drinks" she said to him, grabbing the two beers and walking away. Fucking Effy always being such a tease!
"Lets grab that booth, yeah?" Effy said already making her way over to it. Fuck me, I forgot about Emil. "Hey uhm Eff, actually I got a table near the stage with a real lovely girl," I told her and pointed to the table with the red head at, bobbing her head to the music. They don't come cuter than that i'm nearly positive. "Mkay..let's not keep her waiting then," and before I know it Effy was making her way over to the table.
When finally reaching the table Emily eyed both of us wearing a confused look on her face. "Uh, Emily this is Effy my best mate." Effy smile and shook Emily's had "Well excuse me if i'm wrong Emily, but aren't I suppose to be interviewing you in about ten minutes or so? You're in Downhill Meltdown, correct?" Effy had a huge smirk growing across her face. Well fuck me, I would be getting to know someone who Effy is suppose to be getting to know.
"Yeah, I believe i am!" Emily said back to Effy. Both Eff and I just took sips off our beer. We all sat there making very entertaining small talk for a good ten minutes or so, "Oh my god, i fucking love this song. We all have to dance!" Emily jumped up excitedly looking between Effy and I. Hey, i'd be pretty damn stupid to not accept the invite of getting close to this strikingly gorgeous redheaded godess, so fuck it! Downing the rest of my pint in nearly record timing I made my way over to the floor where Effy and Emily already fucked off to.
Emily fixed herself in front of my, swaying her hips left to right with her arms snaking their way up and above her head. I placed my hands on her hips, fixing myself in the beat she's lost herself into and slowly moving with her. Emily turned around so that she was looking up at me, moving in closer and close. She wrapped her arms around my neck and bucked her hips into mine rather quickly. There was not a single centimeter between us and I was loving every fucking minute of it. Continuing in our dancing, i lowered my head a bit to take in the smell of her, smiling when she smelt fucking awesome like coconut, beaches and just fucking fun, It brought a smile on my face. Looking around I noticed Effy was making dancing with the bartender, Cook. Oh fucks sake, she always does have a thing for wankers dear god.
Feeling the alcohol work it's way through my veins I looked down at Emily, staring her in those big brown orbs then to her lips. I wanted to kiss her, not saying I wanted to would be a understatement, I needed to kiss her. She licked her lips and slowly made her way up and near my face when i felt a tap on my back. "Even though you two look like you're really getting it on, I have to steal away Emily for that interview I kind of came her to do." Effy said to me, smiling brightly and sending me a quick wink i'm positive was un noticed by Emily. Both of use where blushing frantically and if I could kiss Effy at any given moment, I would gladly do so right here right now.
Emily shot me a smile saying "Er, you'll have to excuse me, I'm sorry" and with that the both of them where making their way to the back of the stage disappearing behind some door that read 'employees only.' For a remainder of the time I was there I sat up at the bar, having a rather lovely yet wasted conversation with Cook. He's actually a real nice and hilarious guy, which i appreciated very much and the fact that he threw in three or four beers on the house. I still couldn't believe that I, Naomi Campbell, was actually kind of starting to fancy someone whom I just met on top of it all. Fucks sake, it's probably just the drinks talking right now, but I mean it's not like I would mind taking her behind this greasy pub and shagging her brains out against the brick wall.
"Then before I know what was happening, the chick came literally gallons all over my fucking face! It was a bloody glorious sight actually Naomikin man! Though she taste a bit like week old cheese she did.." Cook mumbled on. Nod and smile was all I was able to bring myself to do. My mind was focused on more important things such as, when the fuck would Effy be done with that bloody interview?!
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until next time!
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