Remember, kiddies. Don't drink and drive.
The music was too loud for anything appropriate to be discussed unless someone wished to run the chance of being overheard during a lull in the music. Kyla, however, was not interested in having any verbal conversation that night. Around her the club pulsated with raw sexual energy but she sat in a dimly lit corner with her back pressed against a plush booth seat, smiling to herself while composing a text message to a certain boy. An untouched drink rested on the table in front of her.
Ashley was having none of that, though. Once upon a time she had been the type of girl to send a few texts here and there to a crush. Unfortunately the illusion that "real" relationships existed had faded. That disappearing perception somewhat explained her current behavior that had her grinding in between several people while throwing back a shot.
Kyla had lost count of the number of drinks her sister had had after a relatively detailed message she'd received from Aiden. She wasn't overly concerned, though. Ashley knew her way around the club and was familiar with almost every alcoholic beverage she could get her hands on.
With that thought pushed well to the back of her worries, Kyla's mind innocently wandered back to how her cellular dialogue with Aiden originally began.
"Where have you been?" Ashley asked a smug-looking Kyla as she walked into the kitchen.
"I just took a little drive. I had things to think about."
The younger girl opened the fridge and grabbed a water. She couldn't stop grinning. It infuriated Ashley that her sister baited her before saying every scrap of insignificant information.
"Things." Ashley said deliberately, knowing Kyla wouldn't resist the opening for another maddening statement.
"Well, if you must know," Kyla began as if her sister had begged to be let in on a secret. "I was actually thinking about some people I met today. They were extremely interesting," she paused for emphasis. "Not that you'd care."
Her taunting attitude provoked Ashley's insatiable curiosity but before Ashley could ask any questions, Kyla's phone went off.
"Speaking of the blonde-haired devil!" she exclaimed.
Ashley covertly shuffled behind her sister to read over Kyla's shoulder but snorted when she read the message.
"Hey Kyla, I've been thinking about you?" Ashley laughed outright. "This Spencer guy sounds like a real douche."
Kyla laughed along but shook her head.
"To correct you, Spencer is a girl. And she's probably just joking around, totally not a douche. In fact, she's the least douche-like person I've ever met before."
Her enigmatic declaration earned an exaggerated eye roll from Ashley. Kyla took her phone back and shot off a quick message in response. She also tried to shoot Ashley a stern look but failed miserably, and the pair dissolved into giggles.
When they recovered Ashley pressed onward by saying, "Ok, so he may be a she but Spencer still sounds like someone I don't wanna meet." Kyla just rolled her eyes and took a swig of her water.
Before long the pink device sounded again. Ashley, previously disinterested in anything "Spencer" had left to say, perked up when Kyla spit out a mouthful of water to squeal excitedly. Ashley grabbed the phone to see what Spencer had to say now but was disappointed by a boring explanatory note about some dumbass named Aiden. The phone was tossed back to its rightful owner but not before Ashley let out a sigh of frustration at her sister's grossly intent face.
Having been absorbed in another text message to Aiden, who had been rightfully deemed "loverboy" in her contact's list, Kyla failed to notice her sister creeping closer and closer until Ashley pushed the person she was grinding against away and sloppily lowered herself into the seat opposite of Kyla. The drunken girl looked around to see who was close by other than a very surprised Kyla. When she was seemingly sure of safety from being overheard, Ashley began talking.
"This place is lame!" she shouted in a stage-whisper, attempting a level of confidentiality that the surrounding tables were included in.
Kyla just nodded once for confirmation and then continued to bob her head along to the music. It drifted in and out of her consciousness, never staying long enough for an opinion to form under the mass of loose waves of brunette hair so similar to her sister's. Realizing how vacant her face must look by studying Kyla's distracted bobbing, Ashley arranged a tiny half frown of obvious concentration on her mouth.
"I'm serious. Let's go somewhere!" she yelled, losing any pretense of secretiveness.
Kyla nodded absently again, then jerked her head up with inspiration.
"I know exactly where we can go!" Kyla yelled back.
Ashley stood up excitedly, incidentally bumping the table in front of her and knocking Kyla's drink over. She ignored the inconvenience, though. An unaware passerby suddenly found one of Ashley's arms wrapped around his waist. He looked at her, alarmed at first, and then eagerly draped his own arm over her shoulders seeing that it was an extremely attractive girl who was holding him. Ashley propelled him after Kyla who was already on her way to the parking lot, not wasting time to make sure Ashley, using the stranger oddly like a human crutch, was following. He still didn't mind the hassle, glad to pull the intoxicated girl to his body to steady her steps.
Once the music receded and the numerous cars came into view, Ashley disposed of her crutch with a pat on the ass. Her barely sober steps brought her quickly, if uncontrollably, to her sister while the anonymous boy strutted back to the club with only one or two glances over his shoulder at the girls who were already standing at their car. He was most likely going to tell his friends a complete lie about his parking lot adventure.
Kyla didn't concern herself over the matter, though. Rumors were a part of life.
"Wait," Ashley placed a hand on the car to steady herself against the violently wobbling ground. "Wait. We're going somewhere better, right?"
She hiccupped, drunk and adorable. The action reminded Kyla of the time a nine-year-old Ashley had chugged a whole can of rootbeer and then threw up. She always had been an excessive drinker.
"Come on, Dopey," was Kyla's response. "Get in the car."
Ashley allowed herself to be shepherded into the passenger seat of the car but not without asking more questions about the looming party.
"Where is it?" she slurred. "Who's gonna be there? Not some of those drama freaks, right? The only thing worse than those drama freaks are those weird hippies. I hate hippies. We're gonna have fun, right? Don't take me to some lame-ass house party."
The door slammed shut on Ashley, successfully muffling the idiotic slew of questions. Kyla walked towards the driver seat and got as far as opening the door before receiving her final text before the party.
"Seriously, where are you taking me?" demanded Ashley.
Kyla answered after glancing at her phone for their final destination.
"Mile marker 37 on the coastal highway."
"A beach party?"
"Yeah," she smiled at the mental image of Aiden waiting for her to show up. "I promise it'll be fun."
If you couldn't figure out that the italicized part was a flashback to earlier in the afternoon then you have not been reading enough fanfic. Also, I've decided that I don't care about actual geography and I'm making the settings suit the situation and not vice versa. Whether mile marker 37 is a real place or not doesn't bother me.
Spashley action in the next update.