At War with the Bad Boy: The Roommate

A Night on the Town

I slumped back against my door to my room as I closed it behind me, sighing at the thought of dressing up. I didn't really bring anything to wear to go out on the town, but after a few times of checking my door was locked, I walked over to my wardrobe to see what I could wear that would make me look, 'hot,' as Imogen put it. After searching for something to wear and coming up with nothing, I decided I wasn't in the party mood, so I turned on some music on my phone to try and help, but all I really wanted to do was lay on my bed and read my book. "Maybe some more alcohol will help?" I thought out loud to myself and headed down to the kitchen to see if the boys were back with drink. Walking down the windy staircase, I heard talking in the distance. I couldn't make out what they were saying but I knew then that they were back. Entering the kitchen, Blake and Asher were taking the bottles of alcohol out of the bag. They must have only just got back.

"So, what did you get?" I asked, confidently.

"Take your pick. We got vodka, beer, wine, tequila...." Asher started but I interrupted him when I heard tequila. That brings me back to the good old days of partying.

"Tequila! Yes!" I said a little too excitedly.

Asher chuckled and pushed the bottle along the counter towards me, then dug around in the cupboard for a shot glass.

"You guys not having one?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Asher smiled.

Blake, however, pretended to make himself busy on the other side of the room.

"What's up with him?" I whispered to Asher as he poured tequila into our shot glasses.

Asher looked over his shoulder and then back at the drinks he was pouring and told me, "You remind him of his ex."

"Oh," I sighed. Just great.

Passing me the shot glass, I picked up the salt shaker, licked the side of my hand just below my thumb, and shook some onto my hand. Asher handed me a slice of lemon that he had just cut and once he was also ready, I nodded and we knocked them back.

"I'm sure I remember them tasting much better than that," I chuckled, making a face.

"Another?" He asked.

"Yeah. sure. Why not."

After another one, I told him I needed to go find something to wear and headed back upstairs to my room. Making sure I locked the door behind me, I rummaged through my wardrobe again. This time I found a pair of dark blue denim shorts, with rips in them, and decided on a pair of Roman sandals, since I didn't bring any heels, then all that was left to do was to find a top. Eventually, I decided on a grey fitted t-shirt. Letting my hair down, I went into the bathroom to look in the mirror so I could style it nicely. It was already kinda wavy from the plaits but it needed a little extra curling. Plugging in my hot brush, I changed into the clothes I chose and applied my make-up while I waited for it to heat up to the right temperature. Once I'd finished, I put on a black jacket, grabbed my bag with everything I needed inside, and left the room. Double checking, I locked it behind me.

It only took me about half an hour to get ready and I wasn't surprised when Imogen still hadn't come out of her room. Both Asher and Blake had changed their clothes and were sitting opposite each other in the living room. Music was playing from one of their phones that was placed on the coffee table and they both had a bottle of beer in their hands. They were laughing about something as I approached them and Asher looked up with a broad smile and said, " You want a drink?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. I'll get it," I said nervously before turning back around to go into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of beer, opened the lid and went back over to join them on the sofa. Choosing to sit next to Asher, since Blake was trying to keep his distance from me, I watched him shut down. He practically stopped talking and laughing at whatever Asher was saying. It made me doubt whether I should go out with them tonight. I must make him really uncomfortable. Surely he would have a much better night if I wasn't there and, thinking about it, so would I. About to make my excuses and leave, Imogen entered the room, making everyone's heads turn. She was way too overdressed for such an occasion, but she didn't notice. Either that or she didn't care. Her long red hair was curled perfectly and she wore a red sequin, glittery midi dress with spaghetti straps and a sweetheart neck line. The shoes on her feet were stunning though. They were gold stiletto heels with a thin strap across the toes and attached to them was a trail of gold butterflies. Next to me, I looked like a tramp. We were total opposites. She looked elegant and bold and I looked cheap and tatty, but I literally had nothing to wear. Maybe I should have gone shopping after I had agreed to go out tonight. We all stayed for a few more drinks and shots in the flat before leaving as it was way too early to be going out all dressed up to the pub. It was coming up to 5 o'clock and I was beginning to feel hungry. I knew I should have something to eat to keep something in my stomach for when I drink, so I planned on ordering a little something when we were out.

Leaving the flat around 7.30, I double checked Blake had locked the door behind him, not wanting any unwanted guests to be there when we came back home later on and walked with them to our first destination of the night. Starting off at The Cow and Creek, I took a look around as I waited to be served. It was busier than it was earlier. Nearly all the tables were filled, mostly with young people, who I assumed were also students.

"Georgia! What are you having?" Asher called a few feet away.

"Vodka and coke!" I yelled back over the music and chatter, then walked over to where he stood.

I thanked him as he passed me my drink and we both went to find Imogen and Blake. The three of them were so funny, either that or I was so drunk that I found everything hysterical, but I was actually really enjoying their company. Blake seemed to be getting a little more accepting of me and after a couple more rounds of drinks, Imogen was even becoming more tolerable. The next stop was the Slug and Lettuce, which seemed a lot rowdier than the previous bar, but I was beginning to let my hair down. The music was playing loudly through the speakers and after ordering myself a drink, I found myself swaying to the rhythm. Closing my eyes, I let my drunkness and the relaxing feeling I felt take over. I don't know how long I was dancing for when I felt hands behind me on my hips. Keeping my eyes closed, I continued to move my hips against them, picturing how I used to dance like this with Noah, then he kissed my neck and I moaned Noah's name. Suddenly, I felt empty as the hands were gone and I opened my eyes to see Imogen and Blake laughing at me. Feeling embarrassed, I headed for the toilet to freshen up a little and clear my head. "I knew drinking would be a bad idea," I said to myself as I headed into one of the toilet cubicles. As I sat down on the toilet to relieve myself, I began to cry. The thought of Noah touching me again brought all the happy memories back and it was the first time I'd really craved his touch again. Obviously, I thought about him a lot. I've never gone a day without thinking of him, but being touched like that made me think I'd made a mistake leaving him. Pulling myself together, feeling determined to enjoy the rest of my night and not make even more of a fool of myself, I sorted out my make-up in the mirror and exited the toilet with a smile on my face. Taking a seat at the table with my 3 flat mates, they decided it was time for somewhere else, so we staggered down the street and sang all the way to the next place, the OXO bar.

The sun was beginning to set when we arrived, leaving a little chill in the air, so I was glad to enter the warmth of another bar. This one, though, was a gin and cocktail bar and an espresso martini was calling my name. Asher asked what I wanted, so I told him and went to find some seats. Opposite the bar, I saw some people getting up to leave, so I dashed over there to grab it before someone else did. It was a semi-circle booth, perfect for the four of us to fit in, and I sat there feeling proud of myself as Blake headed towards me.

"What are you so happy about?" He chuckled as he placed his drink on the table and took a seat on my left.

"Oh, I'm just enjoying the night. I think I am officially drunk," I whispered at him like it was a secret, then hiccuped, which made him laugh more.

"You know what? You're actually alright. When I met you yesterday, I thought you were a stuck up snob by the way you spoke to me."

My mouth dropped open in shock. I couldn't believe he thought that about me. I'd never want anyone to think that about me. He was laughing, but I didn't find it funny. I had to remain cool or he would think he was right to begin with.

"Oh, I'm common as they come. Never judge a book by it's cover," I slurred.

"I never said you looked like a snob, just spoke like one," he continued, digging himself a bit of a hole. I could feel my blood boiling, but I tried to push away the anger and blame it on his drunkness. Luckily, Asher and Imogen came over to stop me from saying something I was going to regret tomorrow. Asher moved into the booth on my right, placing my cocktail in front of me, while Imogen slid in next to Blake.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" Imogen asked.

"Sleeping," both Asher and I said at the same time, then laughed.

"Together? You move fast," Imogen giggled.

Feeling my face redden, I distracted myself by taking a sip of my drink, letting Asher do the talking for me.

"Jealous that it's not you in my bed, Imogen?" He smirked.

"Oh no. I don't sleep with people I have just met."

After hearing her say that, I kinda had a bit more respect for her. There's me telling Blake not to judge people, but here I am judging her, thinking that she was trying to get Blake into bed and behaving rather flirty with all the men she had met. I kinda thought she was a bit of a slut. Maybe I did need to get to know her more before having my opinions about her. I do have to live with the girl after all.

Soon we were onto the next bar, which was a bit of a walk, but opposite it was a nightclub, so I just knew we were going to end the night there. We whooped and cheered as we stepped inside Thirst Bar, clearly completely drunk, but somehow still managed to think it was a good idea to order some tequila shots. After the third one, I was ready to call it a night, but the others nagged and begged me to come to the nightclub with them and in my drunken state I agreed. Standing in line for the club ATIK, Asher and I had our arms over each others shoulders, swaying side to side singing Delilah by Tom Jones, and the next thing I remember was being on the dance floor putting all my efforts into my dance moves. Finally, I'd had enough and told them I was going home. Asher, being the gentleman he is, offered to walk me back saying he'd had enough too, so together we zigzagged our way back to the flat, singing and laughing. When I saw the flat, I began to run, Asher running after me. I turned around to see how close he was getting, laughed at the fact he was gaining on me fast, and as I spun my head back around I smacked straight into a lampost. Collapsing on the floor, I began to laugh hysterically. Asher was doubled over next to me, finding it too hysterical to stand up. We must have been down on the floor for a good 5 or 10 minutes when he decided to stand up and hold his hand out to help me. Due to his drunkeness, I don't think he realised how strong he was and as he pulled me off the ground, my legs didn't touch the floor, making me slam into his chest. Again we started laughing as he took a step back to steady himself and wrapped his arms around me to stop me falling back down.

"Sorry," he chuckled. That bright, beautiful smile of his looking down on me. I so badly wanted to kiss him right now, especially when he pushed a loose bit of hair behind my ear and I caught him looking at my mouth. I bit my lower lip as he moved his mouth closer to mine, but I needed it to stop, so I grabbed the key out of my pocket and shook it in his face. "I got the key," I beamed.

"I got the secret," he began singing, which made me laugh again as I stumbled towards the door to the flat.

Struggling to get the key in the lock, he placed his hand on top of mine to steady it and helped me open the door. I locked the door behind me, then checked it again, before I started to run up the stairs behind Asher, still giggling. Stopping halfway up, I said, "Hang on," and ran back down to check I had locked the door, forgetting I had already checked it twice. As I headed back up the stairs, I found him peering down at me from the top with a confused look on his face, then when I reached where he was standing, he chuckled, "It's definitely locked."

"Yep. It's been fully checked. All good," I smiled at him, then headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Taking a few big gulps of the cold, refreshing water, Asher came up behind me and placed his hands either side of me on the kitchen counter. "You're so beautiful," he whispered into my ear, making me shiver.

My drunken response was to laugh and I turned around to look into his lustful eyes. My laughter dropped and I looked down at his mouth, when suddenly his lips were on mine, so intense. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me on top of the countertop. My legs crossed around his back and I pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Running my hands through his hair, I heard him moan, making me kiss him harder. My hands started wandering over his back and then to his chest where I started undoing the buttons of his shirt, pulling it down over his shoulders. I let it drop to the floor. My hands were back onto his chest, running freely over his ripped stomach towards the button of his jeans.His hands slid my jacket off, then gripped the bottom of my top, lifting it over my head. As he undid the button on my denim shorts, I lifted myself up so he could pull them down my legs, then I went back to the button on his jeans, undoing them and sliding them down a little, along with his boxers, to release him from them. I eyed his big girthy c**k, then looked back up at him. He took a condom out of his pocket, then locked his lips on mine again while he rolled it on. He edged himself closer, pulling my hips towards him, until he was entering me and I let out a loud satisfied moan. I hadn't had s*x with anyone apart from Noah and I had forgotten how good it felt. Even though I will probably regret this in the morning, I was enjoying feeling sexy again and the drunkenness was also adding to my confidence. I definitely wouldn't have done this sober, but f**k it, I'm at university. I'm single and I'm damn well going to enjoy myself while I'm here.