Meeting Up with the Girls

You look across the gym and see the four of them near one of the tables. All four are clearly wasted.

Paula is grinning like an idiot and waving. Angie is leaning heavily on the table tipsy. Samantha has her arm slung around Ash, both of them swaying and laughing loudly. Looking at the stoners all dressed up for prom was definitely doing something to you, even if they were totally

You fix your pants and Sarah smooths down her red dress as best she can. The two of you head over, trying to look sober.

“Thhhhhere they are!” Paula slurs loudly as you approach, a big drunken smile on her face. “The happy couple!”

Ash lets out a loud laugh. “Cousin fuckers in the house!”

Samantha snorts and nearly spills her drink. “We saw you two grinding like you were trying to make a baby on the dance floor. Real subtle, guys.”

Angie laughes, “Don’t worry, we’re not judging. Much. It’s hot in a fucked-up way.”

Sarah’s face turns bright red. “Oh my god, shut up! We were just dancing…”

“Yeah, sure,” Paula says, rolling her eyes. “Just like how you’ve been ‘just hanging out’ every other night while we listen to the bed creaking.”

The four of them burst into drunken laughter. Even Sarah can’t help but crack a smile despite her embarrassment.

Paula lifts up a half-full bottle of vodka she clearly smuggled in. “We’ve got more ****… and Angie has some good weed rolled up. The punch was sure something, but therea barely any left, so we brought backup.”

Angie suddenly perks up, swaying on her feet. “We were gonna head off to an empty classroom to keep the party going somewhere quieter. Wanna join?”

Sarah glances at you, clearly torn between embarrassment and excitement. The **** is still making her bold, and you can tell the idea of continuing the night with her friends is turning her on more than she wants to admit, since no way there wasn't going to be more fucking.