A/N: Gooood morning/afternoon/evening...So I decided that I'm gonna change the writing format a bit. When I'm writing Rose POV it's going to be in first person, and when i do everyone else's POV it'll be in third person...so I have yet to update the first two chapters (oh by the way I combined two and three because they were really short)...but from now on it'll be in first/third person...hopefully it makes it smoother and easier...don't forget to leave reviews!
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" I asked impatiently while poking Christian's shoulder, hiding my smile behind his head rest.
"Rose…" he said annoyingly. "You wanna drive?"
"Calm down, Sparky. I'm just messing you," I said, mumbling "you gotta get laid" as I reclined back into her seat. As I did, Mason took off my heels and rubbed my feet. Behind me, Eddie and Mia where sitting on the bench and talking in hushed tones, and up front next to Christian, Lissa was being DJ.
After giving me a quick foot massage, Mason leaned over and whispered, "You look ... sensual." The longing and desire evident in his eyes. It's no secret that Mason has been trying to get me to out with him, we grew up together, but I never saw him more than a friend. However, when Eddie and Mia and Christian and Lissa started going out, we agreed that whenever we were all going out and neither of us had a date, Mason would be my date. That way Mason would get to "date" me and I wouldn't be a third wheel. I seriously don't know why I couldn't see him more than a friend, he was cute (with his red hair and freckles how can't he be cute?) and everything I wanted in a guy. We had the chemistry, but it was almost as if he was too familiar. I'd say I loved him like a brother, but, well, I wouldn't really dance and kiss my brother like the way I have with Mason.
"Aw thanks, Mase. You cleaned up pretty good too. I mean nothing compared to your formal police suit," I said give him my signature maneater smile. All three guys looked very handsome in their outfits, even if they were basically matching. They had dark, black jeans with their all black Vans and a button down long sleeve dress shirt. Mason, with his red hair short enough to not have to style but long enough to have a hand rake through it, had a charcoal grey shirt, while Eddie, with his perfectly styled sandy blonde hair, had a dark, forest green shirt, and Christian, with his black hair naturally styled, had a black shirt.
"Yea but you always look sexy in whatever you wear, and red makes you voluptuous," he said, his hands running up to my knee and his lips closing in on mine. He may want my more than he needed air, but he has never been disrespectful so his hands never went higher than mid-thigh and he never kissed me unless I wanted to. So, like many times before, he paused right above my lips, asking me for permission and I closed the gap in answer. Our lips molded together for a moment and danced in a familiar tune with each other. Until we both lurched to the side, my head hitting the back of Christian's seat, and Mason's head hitting my shoulder.
"Watch where you're going!" Rose shouted, as she sat up and looked behind her to check if Eddie and Mia were okay. Somehow, when Eddie wrapped his arms around Mia to prevent her from hitting the back of the bench, he ended up hitting it and falling onto the floor and brought Mia down with him. So when Rose checked on them they were in a fit of laughter.
"It wasn't my fault! The stupid convertible didn't put his blinkers on and just passed through," Christian said, completely frustrated that he ran his hand through his hair as Lissa massaged his shoulder to calm him down. "I'm sorry guys. Are you ok?"
Everyone mumbled a "yea."
In no time, Christian was off the freeway and looking for parking. When he found it, everyone filed out. Mason helped me out on one side, while Eddie pushed the seat forward and helped Mia out. Once out, we made sure our dresses hadn't risen too high and that out hair wasn't damaged, and then put final touches on out make up.
I had on a sangria red Hervé Léger one shoulder bandage mini dress that clang to my body tightly, defining my thin, but curved body with black suede Louboutin drapesse peeptoe high heels with its trademark red underside. My hair was curled a bit to bring out the natural waves and was half up, half down. Lissa had on a emerald green Susana Monaco racer mini dress that was a bit loose on her slim body, but still made her look like the goddess Christian always thought she was, and she wore them with silver Louboutin very riche strass peeptoe high heels embellished in faux-diamond crystal jewels, the underside its trademark red. She straightened her hair to put it in a chignon side bun on her right side. Finally, Mia had on a rose pink Bebe strapless lace mini dress that hugged her slim waist before flaring out and had on nude Louboutin Miss Desprez peeptoe high heels with a stilletto gold finish heel. Her hair was in her infamous curled ringlets that fell right to her collarbone.
"Ladies, ladies. You all do duh-vine," Eddie began in a voice more high pitched than normal, wrapping his arms over mine and Mia's shoulders, and then continued in his normal voice. "So, if it's not too much to ask. Can we go inside now?"
I elbowed his sides, which cause him to hunch a bit, while Mia slapped his chest and Lissa shook her head as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's arms. After Eddie took his arm off of me, Mason gave out his elbow for me to wrap her arm around. And like that get in line to enter the aphrodisiac club.
"About time!" I muttered with an impatient tone as I beelined for the empty booth.
Once everyone was seated, Jesse, a bartender-slash-waiter "friend", came and after the normal pleasantries, he got our order. He doesn't even bother with I.D's because he knows they're underage but we were all friends...sorta. He had a crush on me, like badly, but he wasn't my type. Plus I made out with him once, such a disappointment. But I never really told him no, so here we were….friends enough to not get carded, but not friends enough to invite him to hang out with us.
As we waited for their drinks, I danced in my seat, not potty dancing, tapping my feet and moving my upper body dancing. My face puckering up as I wished to be on the dance floor. "Mase, you should take me out for a dance." Just as Mason was getting out, the drinks came. I stayed in my seat, looked from Mason to the dance floor to Jesse back to the dance floor. torn between dancing and drinking, Deciding on the latter, I tugged on Mason's arm and he sat back down.
"I got a Bloody Mary for the couple," Jesse called out as he handed off the drinks to Lissa and Christian first. "Whiskey Ginger for Mia, a Heineken and a shot of Ciroc for cops, and lastly, but not least a Tequila Sunrise for the loveliest rose." I "blushed," basically I looked down and smiled "shyly" as if his compliment made my dad, but really it was the worst pun really. When he left, I brought my head back up and twirled the straw around, mixi, and then she brought her head back up and started mixing her drink.
"Rose," Lissa said sterningly before taking a sip of her drink. "Stop messing with Jesse. If you like him, go out with him. If you're toying with him, let him off."
"Yea!" Mason said, slightly puffing his chest out as he wrapped his arm around me and brought her closer, making me laugh before I kissed his cheek.
"Oh calm down you two. I'm just having fun. Plus, it's nice to come back home and see some things the same," I said and then finished the rest of my drink, climbing over Mason to get out. When I got out I straightening her dress out. Seeing that Mason still hasn't moved, I an raised eyebrow - well, attempted of a raised eyebrow, which means both were raised, one ever so slightly more than the other - and smiled when he took his shot and a big gulp of his beer before sliding out of the booth. He saluted his friends farewell as I dragged him, his arm over my shoulder as I pulled him to the dance floor.
Once we got on the dance floor, everything became about the music. It was so loud that you can't hear each other even if you whisper in their ear. Your thoughts become consumed by the lyrics. Your body stopped working on its own and works to the rhythm of the music. As you walk, you glide with tempo, as if it was there was an unspoken rule that you don't walk on the floor without adding swing to your step. When I found a spot I liked, I stopped and lowered the arm over arm shoulder to my waist. Mason wrapped his other arm on the other side and closed the gap between us, moving our bodies to the music as I rested one hand on top of his and the other around his neck. We danced like that for a fews song, time being told by songs rather than minutes. As the DJ played a song neither liked, I started exiting the dance floor, but Mason brought me back, wrapping my inside home to get extra close to my ear.
"I think you had a watcher," he whispered. Then he broke his hold on me and letting me lead him out before returning back to the table on his own.
Back at the booth
Mia and Eddie followed Rose and Mason, but opted to stay on the outskirts of the dance floor so it was easier to get in and out when they wanted to. Pulling Mia's arm around his neck with one hand, Eddie wrapped his other arm around her back and brought her in for a kiss as he swayed their bodies to the beat. When they broke apart, he twirled her, loving the sound of her giggling as he did and the feeling of her head resting against his chest when she came back into his arms. And like that, they danced a couple songs, moving to their own music, and walked back with Mason.
Lissa and Christian stayed at the booth watching over the unfinished drink, deciding to go out when the first couple came backs. Christian brought up Lissa's legs to his lap and started tracing circles around her calf. Lissa rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying being out with friends, but also having this quite moment with her boyfriend. They talked a bit about this and that and made some plans for seeing his aunt and cousins and her uncle and cousin, when Christian abruptly got up, almost making Lissa fall forward. Thankfully, she caught her self and her arms stopped her from going anymore forward. When she looked up, he had his back to her but she could see the tension in his back.
"Chris," she began softly, sliding forward towards the end of the booth. "Babe, what's wrong?"
Before she could get out of her seat, he had turned around and got down to his knees so he was at eye level. He took her hands into his and began rubbing circles on them before looking up into her eyes, feeling bad for making her worry. He smiled at her, visibly seeing the tension roll off her as she realized he was okay.
"Lissa, I love you," he began, causing her to smile tenderly at him. "And I would give my life for you. I know this isn't the ideal place to do what I'm about to, but at the same time I can't think of a better time. We're around our friends, who we love us like siblings, and yes we're in a club, but it's more than that. It's a place where we always come together and have fun and be ourselves." He put both her hands into one of his, using his free hand to take out a box from his pocket. "And, I can't think of a better woman to spend the rest of my life being myself around and giving never-ending love to. So, Lissa Dragmoir, will you let me have the honor of being your husband?"
Rendered speechless, she brought her hands to her mouth and squealed while her eyes turned glassy with tears that never came down. Before Christian could say another word, she threw herself into his arm and kissed his mouth, cheek, and neck, causing him to laugh.
"Yes," she whispered into his ear. "Yes. Yes! I'll marry you" She couldn't help the uncontrollable smile and laughter that came out of her as he slipped on that diamond ring onto her left ring finger.
"I swear Rose has this never ending source of energy," Mason said as he plopped down into the booth, joining the two couples, where were able to hide their excitement until everyone was together.
"Ha. Imagine in bed," Eddie said, handing Mason what was left of his beer. Mason shot him daggers. "Speaking of Rose, where is she? I thought she was with you."
"She was, but on the way back she went to the bar," Mason responded, spinning the top of the bottle with his finger.
"Are you sure? Cus isn't that her?" Mia asked, pointed towards the dance floor. Sure enough, from their elevated seats, they could see Rose in the direct middle of the dance floor dancing with some guy towering over her. Weird thing is that everyone had created a sort of bubble, letting them have some space. Mason clenched his jaws, recognizing the guy from earlier.
"Who is that?" Mia and Lissa said, immediately interested in who this stranger was. Then, the dancing couple turned and they got to look at the man, who was quite beautiful indeed, but his beauty wasn't what made the girls gasp.
"Is that?" Mia asked, not believing her eyes until she saw Lissa nodding her head with her mouth open, whispering "It is."
"JESS-AY!" I called to the bartender at the other side of the bar, purposefully leaning over so my breast rest against the counter and my butt popped out as she leaned on the balls of one foot, the other popped up, which made my legs look more defined. When Mason told me that I had an admirer, I sneaked a glance and almost tripped on my own feet when I saw who it was. So instead of going back to the booth, I came here.
"What can I get you, beautiful?" Jesse said with a lazy smile.
"A shot of tequila...actually make that two," I said after giving it a second thought. As he went to get the tequila, from the corner of my eyes I saw him approach me and tried to stop the smile that was coming.
"is that second shot for you?" he asked, voice soft like honey but rough like sandpaper. "Or are you just waiting for your date to come back?"
"Who? Mase? Nah he went back to our table. Shot's yours if you want it," I said, my maneater smile slowly making its appearance.
"Oh I want." His eyes darkening, giving the three plain words more meaning.
"Good," I responded, handing him one of the glasses Jesse had just sat down. "Cheers."
"Cheers."
Three shots of tequila, a shot of vodka, and 30 minutes later, I found herself in a different apartment, my lips synchronized with another's as he led me to his room. Without breaking apart, I unbuttoned his shirt and had it on the ground by the time he undid my zipper. When my dress fell, I kicked it behind me and he brought me close and kissed me so passionately my mind was as foggy as I was breathless. When he finally broke apart from me, I started to back up towards the door to his room. As soon as I got out his grasp, the floor felt silky and the next thing I knew everything after that was completely black.
A/N: links for the outfits can be found on my page, and you find the recipies there too...or search them if you need them :) Don't forget to review...Have a good week :D