Kylie's POV
"You need to relax your nerves and party, Kylie." My best friend, Jarvis, said amidst the crowd of people dancing to the tune of the music that was playing at the disco.
Jarvis, my best friend, had just returned to the country tonight and forced me down to the pub for a drink which I couldn't turn down. And now, I was stuck in between the crowd, feeling the urge to return home.
The short body-hugged straps gown that I wore wasn't helping matters either, the opening at my chest exposed my cleavages, my shoulders exposed, my thigh, not left out.
Gosh, why had I put on this wear?
"I need to get back home, Jarvis." I complained for the upteenth time.
"Don't be a boring asshole, Kylie. We just got here, and you already want to go back home?" Jarvis groaned as a young bartender
