Tully gets busy pouring us some drinks and I grin as Kaylah swirls her tongue around in her mouth. She hates the taste of beer just as much as I do, but she’s not prepared to let it go to waste.
Tully does her usual cocktail mixing and I scrunch up my face at the purple concoction she hands me. I take a cautious sip, noticing the yummy berry flavor hitting my tongue. “What the hell is this?” I call over the music.
“Fucked if I know,” she grumbles, taking a long drink of her own. “But it’s damn good.”
With that, we each throw back our drinks and get busy pouring ourselves another. “Shit,” Kaylah laughs as she curls her fingers around her second berry drink. “We’re getting fucked up tonight, aren’t we?”
Tully lifts her Solo cup and clinks it against Kaylah’s. “Hold onto your knickers, baby. We’re in for a wild ride.”
Kaylah grins back at her and before I know it, the three of us are stumbling around the party, laughing like hyenas, and having the best damn time. I mean, what a night. I’ve never quite let loose like this. The drinks are flowing, the music is pulsing right through my body, I’m dancing with my girls, and I haven’t got a care in the world.
Except…I haven’t really seen Noah much. He’s here fucking around somewhere, being a boring ass and refusing to dance. Every now and then, I feel the heat of his eyes burning into me and just when I turn around to beeline towards him, Tully hauls me away, claiming tonight isn’t about getting lost to the world of Noah, it’s about making damn good memories.
Naturally, I groan and whine about it, but she shoves another of those berry drinks into my hand and I cave to her wicked ways. I’m not complaining though despite my desperate need to run my hands over his body. He’s Noah and I’m me, and I know that without a doubt, he’ll come and rescue me eventually before slamming me up against a wall and devouring me like chocolate pudding.
Damn. I could really enjoy some chocolate pudding right about now, but I’d prefer to lick it off Noah’s delicious body. Hmmm, yeah. I can’t wait to get home tonight. Maybe I’ll add some ice cream and strawberries. It’d be the best dessert a girl ever had.
The music soaks into my veins as the dance floor becomes overly crowded. Elbows get jammed into my ribs and I don’t doubt I’ll have a few bruises come tomorrow, but I don’t care. I’m having a great time, and hell, that’s just what you get when you come to a Haven Falls party. If you want a controlled party with space to move, then go find a Broken Hill party. We do things differently here.
Most of the Haven Falls parties end up with the cops being called, but with so many kids, there’s not a lot the cops can do. They get ignored until the cops take drastic action and literally shut down the party, as in cutting the electricity to the house or using force.
Hell, the dickheads dealing drugs in dark corners aren’t even fazed by the cops anymore. It’s like they have some sort of silent agreement. After all, business is business.
Kaylah is bumped into from the back and she stumbles forward for the twentieth time, sending her berry deliciousness all over me and the floor. “Fuck,” she curses with a loud grunt. “I swear, I don’t miss this shit.”
“Yes, you do,” I laugh, grabbing the front of her dress and mopping up the sticky liquid all over me, but it’s no use. I’m going to have to bring in reinforcements to fix this mess.
“I don’t,” she argues, snatching back her dress and wiping a drip from my collar bone. “This never would have happened at one of Jesse’s parties.”
“True,” I tell her, grabbing both her and Tully and pulling them off the dance floor while squishing through a maze of bodies. “But you also wouldn’t be having the best fucking time at one of his parties. You’d be sitting back in his fancy mansion with the all the space in the world to dance around. You’d have pre-mixed drinks and fancy ass fireplaces. This shit here is real.”
“Have you ever been to a Broken Hill party?” she questions.
I look back over her shoulder. “Can’t say that I have, and can’t say that I want to. It’d be boring.”
“You’re an idiot,” she tells me as we break out through the backdoor into the cold air. “Their parties are fucking awesome. It’s just like these but with the added bonus of money. It’s crazy and no one gives a shit if things get fucked up because it’s all replaceable to them. Jess took me to Tyson’s party last weekend, and I swear, that song ‘Chandelier’ by Sia came on, and they were literally swinging from the chandelier. They were jumping from the second story balcony and seeing if they could make it to the other side.”