AUTHORS NOTE:
This story is the end of the Club Walls and Bathroom Stalls trilogy. It takes place after Second Chances. Though you can read this story without reading the other two, it may make more sense to read the other two stories first.
Happy reading!
"This hotel is amazing," Emily Fields chimed as she walked into her hotel room.
Amazing could have been an understatement. The room she was staying in was the presidential suite. It housed a full kitchen and living room with modern appliances that Emily had seen in magazines and Instagram ads. The suite had its balcony equipped with a pool and hot-tub. Five-star hotels were one thing, but staying in the presidential suite was another.
"Dude, your dad is the man for owning hotels in Florida," Austin Winters beamed.
"I know, this is sick," Carter Daniels replied, grinning from ear to ear. Victoria Jacobs walked in behind of Carter, "CD, I cannot believe your dad got us this room for free. This is crazy."
Emily walked in her room and placed her bags on the floor. She scanned the room as she squealed and jumped on the bed king sized bed. It had been a long day. From the car ride to the airport, from waiting to board, sitting on the flight, and the car ride from the airport, Emily was thrilled to finally be in her hotel room in Pensacola Beach. It was spring break and the brunette and her friends were stoked to fly down to Florida to get a break from school.
Emily loved UCLA. She loved Los Angeles and all it had to offer, but she was ready to take a break from her studies and do nothing but focus on her bathing suit choice of the day and what girl she was going to bring back to her hotel room.
"Em, c'mon! We're taking a shot!"
Emily groaned as she laid flat against the bed. It's almost eleven and we just got here. Can't we just call it a night?"
Victoria walked through Emily's door, "exactly, it's party time. Don't you want to go explore downtown tonight?"
Emily propped her head up on her hand, "yes, I do... the back of my eyelids."
Victoria laughed and grabbed Emily's hand, "come on. You'll have enough time for that later."
Emily let out another groan but allowed Victoria to pull her through the hotel room to the kitchen. When the two girls got there, Austin handed them both a shot glass filled with dark liquor, "cheers to our freshman year spring break, let's do this!"
The group clinked their glasses together before taking their shots at the same time. Emily put the empty shot glass down on the marble counter and grabbed her phone out of her back pocket. She had messages from a few different girls that texted her saying that they had already missed her and that she had better not hook up with anyone else while being away during spring break. Emily silently laughed in her head, yeah right.
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"Fuck, Alison."
Alison DiLaurentis fell back against the bed. She felt a strong hand wrap around her waist as she rested. "You are so perfect," the deep voice mumbled, sounding just as tired as she was.
Alison faced him as she spoke, "I'd say that was a pretty good start to spring break." The guy chuckled, "any time with you is a good time." He brought his lips to hers and Alison pulled back after a second.
The guy looked at Alison with a bit of confusion, "is everything okay?" Alison leaned over the hotel bed and grabbed the Vodka bottle sitting on the counter and took a big swig, "yep, everything is fine."
The blonde licked her lips and sat up, "I'm going make to my room now." The guy frowned, "you're not staying the night?" Alison climbed out of the bed and bent down to throw on her clothes that were just peeled off of her body not even thirty minutes ago, "I need to go back to my room. My friend is waiting on me."
The guy sat up, "Alison, you're drunk. Are you sure you don't want to just sleep it off here? I can cook you breakfast in the morning, just like how you like." The blonde slipped on her heels and grabbed her purse, "I'm just walking in the same hotel, I'm fine."
Alison brushed off her dress and ran her hands through her hair, trying to make sure she didn't have that "just fucked" look. Especially while she was drunk. "Okay.." the guy in the bed replied, sounding disappointed.
"Lorenzo, don't," Alison stated. She could hear the upset tone in his voice and she didn't want to deal with that tonight. Lorenzo brought his dark eyes back up to Alison's, "I just don't understand you sometimes. Half the time you act like I mean something, and the other half, it's just like you're not even here. You're here but your mind is somewhere else."
Alison sighed, "we'll talk about it later."
"It's always later with you, Alison," Lorenzo replied.
Alison grabbed the Vodka bottle and looked at Lorenzo, her blue eyes glossy from the liquor, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
The blonde's voice was raspy and seductive, and no one could say no to that. Lorenzo nodded, "alright. Text me when you get back safely to your room. Pensacola has crazy college kids around spring break." Alison blew a kiss and winked before stumbling out of Lorenzo's hotel room.
Alison had been doing this frequently the past few weeks. She'd get drunk and call Lorenzo so she could get him to come over and she would seduce him to bed and end up having sex with him. But after the sex, she would just drunkenly leave even though he always asked her to stay.
Alison didn't exactly know what it what, or why she was doing it, but it was almost as if she needed to be drunk while having sex with him. It would help her get what she wanted by getting her fix and get through the process of that faster.
The blonde made her way back up the elevator to her room and slid her key in to open the door. Alison stumbled through the door to find Cece leaning against the kitchen counter, looking back at her.
Alison took another sip of her Vodka bottle and slowly put it down on the counter, knowing that that was probably going to be her last sip for the night. "Alison?! Seriously?! It's our first night here and you're already piss drunk?"
Cece walked towards Alison and wrapped one arm around her waist, supporting Alison's drunken body, "come on. Let's get you to your room. And please try not to throw up on the carpet. This hotel room is worth more than some people's yearly salaries."
Alison allowed Cece to help her walk to the bathroom. Cece was getting too used to taking care of a intoxicated Alison. Even though Cece understood why Alison was getting wasted some nights, Cece didn't like it. She didn't like seeing Alison so venerable.
Cece did the normal routine she had been going through with Alison the past few weeks. She ran a shower, got Alison undressed and washed, and finally prepared for bed.
Cece pulled back the silk covers for Alison, helping her to slid under the sheets. Alison squirmed under the silk, getting comfortable and settled into bed.
"I hate that you do this to yourself, Ali," Cece softly commented, running her fingers through Alison's damp hair.
"I just miss her, C," the younger blonde replied, her voice shaky and slurred. Alison didn't even look up at Cece. Her eyes stayed low and focused on the bed sheets in front of her.
Cece sighed, "I know, Ali. I know." The older blonde leaned down and pressed a kiss on the top of Alison's damp head, "try to get some sleep, okay? We'll talk about this in the morning."
Alison nodded slowly and Cece cut off the lamp in Alison's room, leaving her to fall asleep.
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Emily sat at the bar with a girl named Leah that she had just met ten minutes ago while accidentally bumping into her while they were walking past each other on the dance floor.
The contact made Leah spill her drink all over her own shirt and Emily felt bad, so she offered to at least buy her another.
"So you're seriously a lesbian? Like you're not kidding?" Leah asked, fascinated. Emily laughed and nodded, "yes indeed, a lesbian in a flesh. Watch out, it's rare." Leah retuned a laugh, "I didn't mean it like that. I'm just so surprised. You're so…"
Leah stopped, trying to pick her words carefully. Emily slipped another laugh, "go ahead, say it. I'm 'too pretty' to be a lesbian, right?"
Leah hung her head in shame, "that's what I was going to say, but that would imply that lesbians are not pretty and that in fact not true." Emily smiled and took another sip of her drink, "well thank you, I appreciate the compliment."
Leah shifted in her seat, "you know, I've made out with a girl before." Emily chuckled and coughed on her drink, "is that so?"
Leah flipped back her dirty blonde hair, "it's true. I even gave her a bit of tongue."
Emily bellowed a laugh, "well aren't you just a little badass? You might be more lesbian than I am." Leah's hazel eyes shined, "you never know."
Emily's lips curved into a smirk and Leah couldn't hold back her mischievous smirk as well. Emily was a pro at girls. She knew exactly what they liked, what they liked to hear, and how they liked to be treated.
In the past the brunette was completely against flirting with any straight girl, but after her previous break up, Emily rebounded off of anything she could get her hands on, and there were a lot of straight girls who had fantasies of Emily.
Emily told herself countless times that she still wasn't rebounding. That she was just back to her ways of not caring and once again holding the infamous title of "Player Emily" that her friends had dabbed her with back in high school, but Emily knew in the back of her head, every girl she flirted with or kissed or touched was just another hope and wish that it would be the girl to help her forget about a certain blonde in particular.
Emily felt Leah's hand grab hers and pull her off of the stool at the bar and across the club. Leah led Emily through the swarms of drunken college students who were here for the same reason as she was.
Leah tugged Emily inside of a bathroom and pushed her into a stall. Leah quickly pressed her lips against Emily's and Emily instinctively put her hands on Leah's waist. Leah wrapped her arms around of Emily's neck and pressed her body closer against Emily's.
The brunette moved her lips against Leah's, tasting the alcohol on her lips. Leah brought her mouth up to Emily's ear, "I've always wanted to hook up in a bathroom stall."
Emily instantly pulled off of Leah, unable to keep going.
Leah looked at Emily with a puzzled expression, "what's wrong?"
Emily shook her head, "nothing, I just need to go." Emily opened the bathroom stall and quickly walked out, Leah following behind of her.
"Emily?! What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Leah asked, her voice full of confusion. Emily turned to face Leah, "it's not you, I just really need to go. I uh, I forgot I was supposed to meet my friends a few minutes ago back at my hotel."
Leah crossed her arms and sighed. Emily could tell that Leah was upset and even sad that Emily had stopped their very brief encounter. The brunette did start to feel a bit of sympathy for the dirty blonde. Emily didn't want to hurt her feelings, even though she didn't usually care about most girls, Leah seemed pretty cool to Emily.
Emily leaned to Leah's ear and softly grabbed her hand, "you're a great kisser, I promise, it's not you." When Emily leaned back she saw Leah smiling, her eyes beaming. Emily knew that look all too well. It was a look that girls had given the brunette when they were really starting to fall for her. Emily felt a rush of guilt flood through her. She had no intentions on actually being anything with Leah. Leah was just yet another girl caught up in the charm of Player Emily.
"I have to go," Emily stated. Leah's smile faded again, "call me?" Emily knew she couldn't led this girl on. Leah really did seem like a good girl. "I'm afraid that's not a good idea," Emily replied, "I'm sorry, but I really need to leave."
Before Leah could respond, Emily turned and walked away. This time Leah didn't follow her and Emily was glad. She needed to not only get away from Leah, but from the bathroom stall because being locked back in that small, crowded environment made Emily feel uneasy as the thoughts of a pair of icy blue eyes, soft blonde curls, and the sexiest moans she had ever heard haunted her heart and mind.