You arrive at Sasha's apartment that she shares with Connie. It was much bigger than your place and you're glad you agreed to get ready here instead.

She threw her bags down on her bed and grabbed yours from your hands and did the same to them. "I think Connie is still asleep. I'll wake him up when we're done getting ready so we can pregame. I'll tell Jean to come earlier too." Your heart fluttered at the sound of his name.

Sasha connects to her speaker and begins blasting 2000's hits. She sings loudly along to the lyrics of Pitbull's song Time of Our Lives and you can't help but sing along with her.

Part of you feels bad because you're sure you two are going to wake up Connie but you didn't care. You loved how comfortable you felt around Sasha and knew it would be even more fun if Connie joined in. 

Sasha lays her outfit out on the bed. You take a peek at it since you didn't even see what she chose out because you were too busy stressing out over your own outfit.

Laid out on her bed was a burnt yellowish orange tight dress with with red and white flowers on it. She was gonna pair it with white doc martens and a cream colored bag and cardigan in case it gets cold. "Cute, huh?" She asks when she notices you looking.

"Your body is gonna look so good in that!" You hype her up. She winks at you, "Hopefully Nic thinks so too."

You lay your own outfit on the bed besides hers too. You see Sasha begin to strip and you do the same. You take out your makeup bag and set it on her dresser. The song switches to Beez In The Trap and the two of stare at eachother with mouths and eyes wide open, both in your bras and underwear.

Now you really felt sorry for Connie. The two of you began screaming the lyrics while running around half naked. "BITCHES AINT SHIT AND THEY-"

Suddenly the door slams open revealing a shirtless Connie finishing the lyrics. "AINT SAY NOTHING, A HUNDRED MOTHA-" Sasha screams and throws a shoe at his head. "Get out! We're NAKED!"

His eyes open wider than you even thought was humanly possible and he slaps his hand hard over his eyes. He spins around to run out the door but instead, runs into the wall and falls to the ground.

You and Sasha meet him at the bottom as you both die with laughter, grabbing at your ribs and gasping for air. You haven't laughed this hard in what felt like years. Connie lays on the floor "unconscious," only adding more to the comedic effect.

Sasha stands up and grabs at her stomach. "Oh god. I can't breathe!" She says out of breath. She drags Connie's body out by the ankles and slams the door shut.

You decide to put on your outfit now and quickly before someone else decides to make a surprise entrance. Sasha begins to do the same.

The two of you stand in front of her full length mirror and dance to Fergalicious. "We look HOT!" Sasha yells over the music.

"And that's without even doing our hair yet." You look at her naked wrists and fingers. "And add accessories. Imagine how much better we're gonna look afterwards." You say as you do a full 360 in the mirror. You definitely were right about a new outfit giving you confidence.

"I always wear mine up in a ponytail but I think I should do something different. Nic has only ever seen me with it up." Sasha admits as she turns the music down a bit. "So maybe I should wear it down so he can be surprised." You stare at her hair and outfit and try to picture it.

She takes your silence as a bad sign and begins to freak out. "Or do you think he only likes me with my hair up? What if he thinks I look weird with my hair down?" She starts to stress tug at her hair.

You grab her shoulders and pull her face in front of yours. "Chilllllll. It would look good either way. I think either hair down or in a low, romantic bun. Try a change just so he can stare at you longer."

Her eyes widen and she turns back to the mirror as she begins to imagine it. "You're so right!" She takes her hair out of her signature ponytail and lets it fall down. It was a pretty, shiny chestnut color and you could smell her fruity shampoo whenever she flips her hair to give it volume.

A few minutes later, Connie returns, groaning as he rubs at his head. "Do you think I'll get more drunk with a concuss-" His eyes jolt open when he sees you straightening Sasha's hair. "Whoa! You look different."

Sasha shoots up straight causing you to almost burn the back of her neck. "DOES IT LOOK BAD?" She panics. 

"Huh?" He asks. "No? I just never see you look like that. You always have it up."

She sits back down and looks at herself in the mirror. "If he compliments me at the party, I'll wear it like this more often."

"You must really like this guy, huh?" You smile as you make eye contact with her through the mirror. She nods subtlety but doesn't say a word.

Connie comes closer to the two of you and looks at your outfits. He groans and flops onto the bed. "Why are you guys dressed nice? That means I gotta actually try too." He says, his words muffled as his face smushes into Sasha's pastel yellow sheets.

Her room was decorated with vines and sunflowers and you felt it matched her perfectly. Sasha gasped. "Let us dress you up!" She jumps up again and you have to tell her to stop or else you're gonna end up burning her.

"Fine." He says sitting up. His phone dings and he heads toward the front door. "Jean boy is here." You feel your insides bubble up.

Couple seconds later, Jean walks in with two big bottles in his hands. "I brought presents." He announces proudly.

Connie snatches one of the bottles from his friend's hand and inspects it so hard like a surgeon looking at a tumor. "You actually got the good shit, hell yeah." He admits.

Jean exhales. "No shit." He says snatching the bottle back. He walks to the kitchen and Connie follows and you hear the distant popping of the bottles being open and Connie shouting "Shots! Shots! Sha-sha-sha shots!" like the LMFAO song. You chuckle.

You finish Sasha's hair and stare at her in awe. She freaks out again. "What? Does it look bad?" She says rushing to face the mirror. "No, you look amazing!" You reassure her. She smiles and gives you a soft hug.

Jean walks in with two shots in each hand. "One for you annnnd one for you." He sings handing both of you a shot. Sasha smiles and throws it down her throat instantly and hands him back the cup. "Woooo!" She shouts, shaking her head. "Tequila? It's gonna be one of those nights, huh?"

Jean smiles his devilish smile at her. He then turns his attention to you. "You're turn." You gulp. You and tequila weren't the best combination. It was the alcohol that always got you the most fucked up. You take a deep breath and swing the shot down your throat.

"Good girl." Jean says and you feel a heartbeat in your pussy. "Whenever you guys are done getting ready, come to the kitchen. There's more shots with your names on it." He winks and walks out.

"Are you nervous?" Sasha asks. You think for a moment. "Kinda. But I'm going to be with you guys so I know it won't be too bad."

You look at yourself in the mirror and smile big. You looked good and felt good too. It's been a while since you felt this way. You grab her hand and take her to the kitchen with you. "Come on, there's shots with our name on it, remember?"

After three shots each, (Minus Jean who didn't want to drink and drive, we love a responsible king.) You all grab your belongings and head out the door.

The shots of tequila made you feel warm and you were also glad you weren't wearing heels because you were not exactly walking straight as it began to hit you.

As you guys make it to Jean's car, you stare in awe. He had a convertible. It was a Ford Mustang GT. Well, according to Jean who began bragging about it once he saw your facial expression. You didn't know much about cars to know if that's what it really was.

"Wanna hop in the shotgun? Sasha and Connie always like to sit together like little kids." He says throwing his keys up in the air for you to catch them. "I'll even let you turn on the car." By the way he spoke so highly about his car, you took it as him trusting you, even if it was the smallest thing and that made you feel even more warm inside. "Sure."

As the car starts and Jean checks his mirrors, Sasha taps your shoulder from the seat behind you. "Add me on snap!" She passes you her phone with the app open to add yourself. "Mmm, me too." Connie mumbles with chips in his mouth. Jean looks at you, "Same."

After exchanging usernames, you think back on how many people you saw on Sasha's friend list and how many of those people you were gonna meet tonight.

You pull out your phone and do a quick check up on how you look. "Don't worry I can put up the roof if you don't wanna mess up your hair." Jean assures you. Sasha answers for you. "Oh yeah! Put it up! I did not get the balls to try a new hairstyle just for you to mess it up, Kirstein."

He laughs and presses the button that cause the roof to close up. You watch it intently. Jean catches you and smiles to himself.

Connie slams his hand on the back of Jean's seat and yells, "I CALL AUX." Jean and Sasha look at eachother and groan. "Please don't put on Mo Bamba again."

Connie laughs darkly. "I GOT HOESSSSSSS CALLLLLLINNNNG" The speakers in Jean's car begin to blare. He sighs and pulls out the parking lot of the apartment. "It's gonna be one hell of a night."

The city looked so pretty at night. The sky full of stars and the lights shining brightly. Connie and Sasha sang, danced and recorded eachother in the back seat. That left just you and Jean to make conversation. "So you never told me where you were from." He says still staring straight ahead.

"Uh, just know it's not here." You say trying to change the subject. "Hmm, you running from something, (Your last name)?" Your eyes widen. You don't recall ever telling him your last name.

"I did my research." He laughs. How does he always know what you're thinking? It was starting to slowly freak you out.

"Oh yeah? What did you find out?" You say turning to face him. He smiles, "I know your name is (first/last name), your born (your birthday) and you love to sleep. You can't help but to drop open your mouth. "And I just got that from your twitter bio." Ohhhhhhh. That's how he knows.

"Oh so you found my twitter but didn't follow me? Hmm.." You tap your chin. "What are you scared of, Kirstein?" You drag out his last name for payback from when he called you by yours.

"Just didn't know if you wanted me to follow you on there or not." He looks at you and you instinctively look away. For some reason, it was extremely difficult for you to maintain eye contact with him.

You didn't even know what to respond. "I don't have anything to hide so sure." You say trying to be on the level of cool he was exuding.

"I think you do. Considering you don't wanna talk about where you're from. But it's okay, I like a little mystery." He chimes.

You look at him and try your hardest not to look away. "Maybe one day if you stick around, I'll tell you." He looks at you while driving. You keep eye contact for a good 5 seconds before he says, "I have patience."

Jean's mustang pulls into the long driveway in front of a massive mansion. "No way this is the house, right?" You ask almost breaking your neck to look up at it.

Jean chuckles as he shakes his head and pulls out a baggie out his pocket. "Yup. It is." You quickly notice the green nugs inside the bag.

Sasha take a deep, long whiff and exhales. "God, that smells good." She gasps and then snaps forward to your seat in front of her and she places her face right by yours. "Wait, y/n. You smoke, right?"

You used to smoke a lot but you were currently trying to take a break from it. Even though you knew you should've denied, you nod yes. It's a special occasion after all.

Sasha sinks back into her seat. "Cool." Connie sits up. "Thought we were gonna have to kick you out of the car." Everyone laughs and you pretend to be hurt before laughing along with them.

You read the dashboard clock that reads 9:37pm. "Are we late? Didn't it start at nine?" You ask as you notice the lack of cars parked outside. You were a bit confused since they claimed that hundreds of people were coming.

"Whenever someone says nine, it means ten around here. No one likes to show up to parties early unless you're really close with the host. It's like a hangout before the party actually begins." Jean answers. You begin to catch on.

Jean licks the blunt shut and holds it up to the light like it's a masterpiece. "Boom. What do you guys think?"

"Eh." Connie and Sasha say simultaneously. Jean looks at them annoyed and grabs the lighter. "You guys don't get to hit it then." He says with the blunt to his between in his lips and sparks it up.

"My king!" Sasha exclaims. "My lord!" Connie bows. "What a magnificent blunt! You are the fairest roller in the land!" He sprinkles in a british accent.

"Yeah, yeah that's right kiss my ass." He says inhaling and taking a huge hit.

You stare at him awaiting a cough that never comes. He passes the blunt to you and Sasha whispers in your ear. "Pass it to me next not Connie."

Connie kicks her. "You're shit at whispering, I heard everything you said." She kicks him back. "Don't you think maybe I wanted you to hear?" She says. "Touché." He raises an eyebrow.

You bring the blunt to your lips and try to take a hit as big as Jean's. Clearly a mistake. You begin to have a cough attack and pass the blunt to Sasha wiping tears from your eyes. "Thought you said you smoked." Connie smirked. "I do. Just haven't in a really long time. I kinda stopped for a while." You say drinking from the water bottle you brought from Sasha's and you never been more grateful toward yourself for choosing to do so.

Sasha french inhales and passes the blunt to the boy beside her. "Oh no, we're such bad influences."

You turn your head around to look at her. "No, no. You're not. If I really didn't want to, I would've said no." Connie leans forward. "That's where you're wrong." He passes the blunt to Jean who had his eyes on you. "We are bad influences." He says. The blue light from dashboard reflected off his face causing the shadows to contort his face and make him look scary.

"I don't get peer pressured easily." You say confidently.

Jean smirks. "Oh yeah?" You look at him with a straight face. "Yup."

He nods and passes the blunt to you. "Let's hope not."

He points to the mansion ahead of you through the window. "Cause you're about to walk into the house of the biggest manipulator in this city." You tense up. That has to be an exaggeration right? No way he's that bad...

Right?