one | just a drunken mess

(@aliannagreer via snapchat stories!)

ALI WAS ONE OF THE FEW MEMBERS OF HER FRIEND GROUP THAT GENUINELY ENJOYED THE CLUB. The others mostly went to keep up appearances and prove to their followers that they did have a social life. Not Ali, though. She was always the first to book the Ubers and the last to leave when the lights finally went on. The feeling of loud music pulsating through her entire body (along with an entire bottle of Smirnoff) was enough to keep a smile on her face for the whole night.

She loved the whole process of going out, too. Calling her friends and having the groupchat go mental as they deliberated on who was hosting pres. Then doing her makeup in between shots while Nicki Minaj blasted in the background. Making silly little Tik Toks with her friends in their skimpy outfits. A quick tackie spew before they leave. Finally ordering the Uber and begging the driver to turn the music up so they could scream-sing Pitbull (praying her rating doesn't go down again). It was all honestly her favourite part of the week.

That night they'd started off at the Caxton (some collaboration with Channel 9 & the White-Fox girls to get more publicity) and she couldn't quite remember how she'd ended up in Fortitude Valley. It didn't matter though, the flashing lights and smoke machines enthralled her.

"I think I might head home!" Her best friend, Silvia had yelled over the music just as it was about to hit 2AM. "I've got class in the morning!"

Alianna gave her a thumbs up, quite used to this routine by now. She was perfectly happy to jump around to the music by herself (she'd drank enough to feel no shame in it).

Plus, it didn't hurt that there was a very attractive man standing behind her with his hands on either one of her hips. Her already poor vision mixed with the flashing lights made it difficult for her to actually make out what he looked like but none of her friends had tried to rip him off her. So, she took that as a sign he was at least mildly attractive.

She watched as her friend disappeared through the hoards of dancing bodies. Her dancing partner seemed to take this as a sign his hands were allowed to explore now. Ali breathed in deeply as his fingers fiddled with the hem of her corset-top.

He was much, much taller than her. Like, she wasn't really even a very short girl (5 foot seven to be exact) but he had to be well over six foot. Every time she pressed into him, she could feel his solid abdomen (a well needed upgrade from her scrawny ex). She wasn't sure if it were the ever changing lights or if he had an array of tattoos decorating his arms.

Across the dance floor, she could see a party of three girls giving her the evil eyes. Ali was used to that, though. You didn't have a million subscribers on YouTube without people recognising you at events. She was used to jealous girls taking 'subtle' photos of her and death staring her. It came with the job. And she wouldn't trade hers for anything.

While she was lost in thought, he'd managed to completely wrap himself around her and lower his mouth to her ear. "How about we get out of here, too?" He asked. She couldn't tell if he was slurring his words or he had an accent.

He didn't bother waiting for her to reply as he started guiding her towards to green exit signs. She hadn't noticed at the time but many people were double-taking as they passed. In the corner of her eye she'd seen a flash go off and she cringed into him.

Brunswick street was as busy as ever. Girls in tops like hers ran through the traffic and squealed as their dates ran after them. Other people were gathered around a boy who was puking in a bush (oh, bel Ali had been there before). She always felt so at home here.

"Ubers here," he'd said as he tugged her hand towards a black sedan. As they adjusted themselves in the backseat, she leant her head on his his shoulder and he snaked his hands around her waist.

"Didn't actually hear your name in there," he said. Yep, definitely Kiwi.

Ali giggled as she traced his shirt with the tips of her fingers. "Alianna—just call me Ali, though. You?"

"Jordan," he replied, brushing some hair off her face and guiding her to look at him.

Listen. Ali was beyond wasted. Any many could've been holding her like this and she'd be convinced they were a god walking amongst the unworthy. But. Holy. Fuck. His eyes. . . the jawline—the smile! The handful of comprehensible thoughts she'd been thinking vanished. She had one thing on her mind and she was sure he did, too.

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(@jordanriki via snapchat stories!)

THE SUN WAS ON A MISSION TO BLIND ALI AND SHE DID NOT APPRECIATE IT ONE BIT. She was a firm believer in sleeping until midday on Sunday mornings (like, what else was she supposed to do? It's not like she went to church or anything traditionally done on a Sunday). Sundays were for late sleeping and Boost juices (once she'd showered for no shorter than an hour).

Ali tried to roll over and block the sun from her face but something was holding her in place—or should she say someone. Now, it wasn't unusual for her to wake up naked after a night out. Drunk her had a habit of stripping completely and passing out before putting on pyjamas. However, it was not normal for her to wake up in the arms of extremely buff men.

Her eyes jolted open and she scanned her surroundings. Man, she could've at least woken up in her own apartment. Sunday morning Ubers were expensive.

Groaning, she attempted to sit up (much to the dismay of her splitting headache). Very Delicately, she returned all the limbs to the very tan man next to her. She stared at him for a moment, slightly impressed by her work. Since Myl—he-who-shall-not-be-named—and her breakup (literally two years ago), she'd had a nasty habit of hooking up with atrocious men. So, waking up to this was a pleasant surprise. She couldn't help but smile at the fact he grinned in his sleep.

Ali crept out of the bed, being careful not to wake him and began foraging his bedroom for last nights outfit. Her shoes were easy to spot—as was her black mini skirt. The corset was under his boxers. The only thing missing was her underwear.

She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping figure. She decided that she had two options: stay and look for them and risk him waking up (she hated the morning after small talk. No, she didn't want to stay for breakfast and no, she didn't feel like going for round two) or she could get the hell out of here commando style.

Shoes and phone in hand, she crept her way towards the front door. She was mortified when an old couple joined the elevator ride with her—all the way from the 32nd floor to ground.

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(via twitter!)

BADDIES WITH BIG BOOBIES

SILVIA O'DAIR • 12:34pm
Alianna Greer.

ALIANNA GREER • 12:36pm
silvia o'dair.
what

SILVIA O'DAIR • 12:36pm
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Care to explain???!

MIRA TIO • 12:36pm
woah, since when were u into rugby guys

ALIANNA GREER • 12:37pm
wtf
where did they even get these pictures
oh my god
this is so embarrassing
i didn't know who he was!!!!
why me.

MIRA TIO • 12:37pm
💀💀💀

SILIVIA O'DAIR • 12:38pm
So... was it big?
I hear Māori men are HUNG

ALIANNA GREER • 12:40pm
i—
i literally can't with you

SILVIA O'DAIR • 12:41pm
HEY! It's a valid question!!!

MIRA TIO • 12:41pm
it's literally for science omg

SILVIA O'DAIR • 12:41pm
EXACTLYYYYY UGH

ALIANNA GREER • 12:43pm
i want to kill myself.
www.tiktok.com/bronxlover
someone's already made an edit

SILVIA O'DAIR • 12:45pm
That was literally me
on my alt
DUH

(@aliannagreer via snapchat stories!)

SILVI WILVI REPLIED TO YOUR STORY!
"morning" girl it's 2pm
also
the damage control pls 💀

ALI BALI
i literally hope u die

SILVI WILVI IS TYPING. . .

☀️ KK SPEAKS!
first chapter! first chapter! first chapter! woooo

i feel like i'll definitely come back later and rewrite the whole club sequence lol. it feels a bit hollow atm.

also, not me literally casting the only three aussie influencers i really know of. i was rly racking my brain.

also also: cheeky little dedication to Panthers2607 for being so sweet & supportive!!! go check out their books after ur done here!