That Night (Totally Fiction)

Allison

Allison uncapped the white coloured cover of her brick-red, Topshop lipstick and started filling her lips, excited to see Cedric Gervais at The Pool tonight. She pursed her lips, stepped back and stared at her reflection, unsure if she liked what she saw in the mirror. Shaking the negative thoughts from her head, Allison quickly dumped her see-through floral Topshop kimono wrap in her bag followed by her essentials, including her BlackBerry, photo ID, purse, lipstick, eyeliner, cigarettes and her lighter. Allison took the keys to her mum’s 5 series Beemer and drove to Ashton’s apartment, which he and his housemates called “The Dome”.

Ashton

Pissed, drunk and happy. Ashton was pissed, drunk and happy. A permanent smile was glued to his face and hugs were given to every familiar face that he saw. After downing the bottle of Vodka he had bought for himself and his friends, plus the couple of beers he had already drank, Ashton couldn’t have been any more drunk than he was. As he was walking to the gents, he saw a Chinese girl with dip-dyed pink hair in a sheer tank top and denim shorts. Ashton knew exactly who she was.

Iris

Sweat was trickling down Iris’ face, but that didn’t stop her from dancing with her best friend Allison. They were playing a remix of Trinidad James’ All Gold Everything and Iris knew well enough how much they both loved dancing to some rap. Swaying her hips, biting her bottom lip and raising her arms up high, Iris didn’t even need to be drunk to enjoy the night. Oblivious to her surroundings, a boy with nicely toned, muscular arms started dancing behind her. Unfazed by his presence, Iris grinded, following his flow. She turned to stare directly into his brown eyes, which sat slightly above hers, all the while biting her bottom lip. The boy whose arms she had been held by only a few seconds ago cupped her face with both of his palms, bending slightly to kiss her. Caught in the moment, Iris kissed him back.

Annastasia

Licking her lips, Annastasia walked out of one of the small cubicles that she had been occupying for quite some time. When it came to sex, Annastasia always knew how good she was, and after going down on Lydia, the girl she’d had a massive crush on in high school, she felt even better. Hearing Lydia’s soft moan as Annastasia brought her to orgasm merely 3 minutes ago turned her on, but a threesome was a no-no. Annastasia had to refuse. She walked out of the ladies room, pulling down the end of her tank top and looked up to see a well-built 5’9 boy walking towards her. It was Ashton. She was about to ask where everyone else was, when he pushed her to the wall and started kissing her – vigorously.

Bryan

It wasn’t a good night for Bryan. He knew that going to see Cedric Gervais with his friends wouldn’t make him feel any better, but it was worth a shot. After ending his year-long relationship with his long distance girlfriend back home, Bryan just wanted distractions. He didn’t bother telling anyone. What could they do? As he sat in the silence of the car on the way to the party, Allison knew there was something wrong. She had asked if he was okay, but he’d brushed off the question and replied that car rides were his ‘time to think about things’. He was obviously bothered but Bryan didn’t want to ruin his friends’ night by making them worried about his state. He would just deal with his emotions later, he thought.

At the party, Bryan sat on the brown couch, staring at his surroundings, observing his friends. Allison was dancing with two boys he recognized from college and he could see Iris making out with a boy from a far distance, though Annabelle and Ashton were nowhere to be found. Nadine approached and sat down next to him. “Bryan, do you have a phone? I need to call Ian”. Ian was Nadine’s recent ex-boyfriend whom she had yet gotten over. He was the boy that had changed her. In the car, Nadine had specifically warned her friends not to let her call Ian if she were to get drunk, no matter how much she pleads and begs. Obviously drunk as fuck, she rested her head on his shoulder. Bryan just brushed her silky black hair and told Nadine that his phone died hours ago. “But I need to call Ian. Can you get me a phone? I need to call Ian”, Nadine begged, her eyes slowly closing. Bryan carried a sleeping Nadine out of the club and to the car. They sat in silence, just the way Bryan liked it.

He didn’t feel like partying anyway.

(Thank you Adam Millar for proofreading this hehe <3)