2 - Nice to meet you
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-Emma
I am having the best time of my life with the girls.
We have been out for hours. Exploring, shopping, gossiping, but there is one thing we haven't done yet.
Partyy!!
Claire is in the mood to make out and Debbie, wants to get drunk. As for me, I want to hang out with my girls and remember this night forever.
We just got back to my place, because the nightclubs don't open until 12am, which means we would have to wander around Brooklyn for another hour, in high heels. That is clearly not healthy for the feet.
"I haven't had this much fun since we last saw each other," Debbie said and fell on the bed, exhaling loudly.
"Since that after party in Dover. That was fun, wild and a disaster in the end," Claire sighed and covered her face.
"It was amazing," I said quietly, as I stripped off my clothes and decided to wear something more comfortable for the nightclub.
To clarify, comfortable in jeans and a shirt. I don't like wearing dresses or skirts in nightclubs. I have had some bad experiences and it's safe to say, I have learned from them.
"Why are you wearing jeans, dummy? We are going to a nightclub, we are going to meet cuties, and we have to look cute, so they can buy us drinks," Claire said and walked straight to my closet, reaching out for the sluttiest clothes I own.
My favourite, backless, grey&blue dress, covered in grey glitter.
It's brighter than my future.
"No, Claire, you know what happened last time I wore a dress."
"I know, and this time it won't happen again."
"We are going to the student nightclub nearby, where mostly all the students go and I don't want to embarrass myself," I so hope that she will let it go.
"That's right, where all the students go. You better dress up nicely."
"Please, just let me wear jeans. I feel more comfortable in them," I pouted, and she gave up.
Finally. I really don't like it when people push me to do what they want. So much pressure and sometimes guilt, when I don't please people.
Yeah, I am a people pleaser, most of the time, but not this time. I want to do what makes me happy, and not the others.
Who cares if other girls wear the hottest dresses, or look the hottest. If it was possible, I would like to be invisible, so that no one would notice me.
"Now that we settled what Emma is wearing, what about you, Debbie?"
"Oh, I was hoping if I could wear the glitter dress," she kind of asked me, looking at me with her cute puppy eyes.
"Of course you can. Go on, try it. It will look perfect on you."
"Thank you!"
She ran towards me and hugged me so tight, my ribs started hurting.
"Haha, ouch. You are welcome."
"Okay, now I want to wear the glitter dress too. It is just too hot," Claire pouted and took her red dress out. Which, by the way, is way hotter than my dress.
It is short, sleeveless and if she bends over just a little bit, everything will be exposed.
"I will take my make-up off, and put on something lighter," Debbie said and started wiping the make-up off her face.
"Good idea," I said and took a make-up wipe, and started wiping it off as well.
"You guys do your thing, I will get dressed."
"Don't go commando tonight," I said out loud, making Debbie laugh her lungs out.
"I will try," Claire said and stripped off.
After we were done with the make-up, we got dressed.
I wore jeans and a shirt and flats, of course, Claire was wearing her red dress, showing a lot of skin, which, by the way, looked amazing.
Debbie was still in the bathroom, trying on the dress. She didn't want to wear it in front of us, because she wanted it to be a surprise.
"How are you doing in there?" I asked her.
"I am done. But please don't overreact, okay?"
"What do you mean?"
She opened the door, and I swear I didn't recognise her at all.
She changed her make-up, her hair and she looked like a goddess in that dress.
I may have done a guy a favour tonight, by giving Debbie this dress.
"So? What do you think?" she asked and did a spin for us.
"Oh. My. God," I said out loud and she blushed.
"Girl, you look gorgeous," Claire said proudly and clapped her hands.
"Shoes!!" Claire yelled and ran back to the room.
"You are going to break hearts tonight," I smiled and she grinned, showing her straight white teeth.
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We arrived at '69 Secrets' and the whole walk here, everyone was staring at her.
If you know Amanda Seyfried, you will understand the fascination.
Debbie has long blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and pink lips. She is 5'8 and has the body of a goddess.
How could people not stare, right?
Oh, I guess I should describe how we look. You'll have a better mental image of us.
Claire has long black curly hair, green eyes and full red lips, arched eyebrows. She is 5'5 and has an incredible body.
Me, on the other hand, nothing special. Long brown hair, brown eyes, 5'7 and just like my girls, I have the right curves at the right places, but a bit more pounds on my thighs.
But hey, as long as I feel good in my skin, I don't care about the judgemental minds out there.
Thank God, we three are old enough to get into nightclubs.
We arrived just in time, there was no long line, just a few people in front of us.
After about 10 minutes, and after a lot of hot comments on how Debbie looks like the woman of many men's dreams, we got inside.
"Let's get drunk!!!"
The music was loud, the club was crowded, and everyone was dressed very fancy.
I am starting to feel a little guilty.
Just as I was about to walk up to the bar, someone pushed me and I fell on a guy sitting by the bar.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry. Someone just pushed me, and . . ." my world stopped spinning. I just saw the most beautiful guy that I have ever seen in my life.
He must have fallen from heaven.
Woah, Ems. Chill.
"Nice to meet you, I am Adam," he smiled, and my insides just melted at his sight.
"You know, I wouldn't have a problem if we stood like this the whole night, but uhm, your hand is kind of on my crotch, and it is starting to hurt a little."
I looked down and saw my hand on his crotch, grabbing it and, I guess, it had to do something with my insides melting.
Damn it.
I retrieved my hand quickly and apologized to him.
"No need to. I didn't catch your name."
"That's because I didn't say it. Hi, I'm Emma."
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