It's Alice, your best friend.

You grab a beer towel from the rack when someone taps you on the shoulder. You quickly turn around and see your beautiful best friend, Alice. She is dressed as Hermione Granger, from "Harry Potter". She looks incredibly sexy with the short skirt, and tight blouse and sweater, it's a little perplexing. It isn't usual to have sexual feeling for your best friend, but every so often she can remind you that she is a full grown woman like the strike of a hammer.

'Hey man,' she says casually, as she fist bumps you. 'Who the hell are you supposed to be?'

You do an impression of Larry David, but she just looks at you with a vague expression on her face. 'Don't worry about it,' you concede, and she doesn't seem too confused by the matter. She's used to you acting a little too geeky. 'Your costume looks really good. Sexy Hermione, right?'

'Well, just Hermione actually,' she snickers, and you turn red. 'Don't worry about it,' she says helpfully. 'At least people recognize me.'

'Well, I just got recognized!' you protest.

'Yeah, by some nerd I assume,' she teases.

'No actually,' you pause for effect. 'By Sarah. At least she knows her comedy.'

'Well, aren't you a lucky guy,' she laughs, faintly taken aback. 'I guess she was all over you, huh?'

'She was actually, yeah,' you answer seriously.

To your secret pleasure, Alice gives a short look of surprised jealousy at this reaction. You've known Alice for about ten years now, as you were in the same primary school class. Your friendship had been completely platonic until both of you reached puberty around sixteen. A gargantuan sexual tension between you two had built up over the years, resulting in an explosion of erotic exploration during a particularly crazy weekend you spent together on a music festival.

Though this experience was incredibly enjoyable for the two of you, you decided to go back to friendship after the weekend, and to never speak of it again. Such a good friendship, you both argued, was too much at risk of being sabotaged.

After this pact was made however, you frequently ended up sleeping with each other, especially after nights of heavy partying and drinking. Often you were left with feelings of regret, but simultaneously satisfied as well. Alice was an absolute rockstar in bed, and the two of you had an incredible amount of sexual chemistry.

Although the sexual tension between you two could never be denied, especially when you were alone together, you never acknowledged it verbally. Not when you were still sober, anyway.

'Wow, I guess your whole "Geek" act is finally paying off huh?' she smirks playfully, having pulled herself together extremely quick.

'It's not an act,' you retort lamely. 'But yes, it's paying off.' You give her an ecstatic smile.

As the bar slowly filled up with people, so entered John, giving you a cocky smile as ever. You give him a cold nod, before serving the horde of party goers suddenly filling up the bar. For about an hour, you have to work your ass off, before it finally dies down a little. The music is playing hard, making it hard for you to have a conversation with Alice

Suddenly John walks up to you behind the bar, he doesn't seem to be wearing a costume. Typically lazy of him. He proceeds to grab two beers from the fridge while you look on, a little irritated. He sees you looking and says;

'It's for me and Sarah. I'm definitely going to fuck her tonight. She's so wet for me, I smell it.'

'I seriously doubt it,' you answer coldly John often has stories about many sexual conquests, although you never believe them. He was too much of a douche bag to score the many beautiful women he describes. You change the subject to his attire this evening; 'Who are you supposed to be, anyway?'

'Oh, one of the guys from Fast & Furious, hot right?' he answers.

'Which one?'

'Oh, any one of them. I'm not picky.' He gives you a smug smile. 'Anyway, what did you mean you "doubt it".'

'He means nobody believes your lies about getting laid, dude.' Alice has walked up behind you, and was listening in on the conversation.

'Is that right?' John smirks. 'Well, we'll see about that. Or are you maybe a little jealous? How about I fuck you tonight.'

'In your dreams big boy,' she retorts. 'You'll be lucky to sleep with anyone tonight. Girls don't like guys who brag about sex they didn't have all the time.'

'How about we make this interesting?' John says, a devious smile on his face. 'If I have some kind of sexual intercourse with someone tonight, you have to blow me.'

Your heart sinks at this proposition, because Alice seems eager to accept. She looks so sure that John will never get laid, she barely thinks about before answering; 'Deal!'

Fuck, you think. There's no way in hell Alice can sleep with that douche bag. Every attempt of his must be stopped tonight.

'But only on the condition that you can never hit on me, or any of the girls here,'Alice continues. 'And that you stop with telling us your sexual adventures. We're not interested.'

John thinks about this for a few moments, before answering; 'Alright, I'll go for that, because I will win, and you will have to suck my monster dong!' he laughs disgustingly, filling you with hate.

They give each other a very competitive hand shake, before John retreats back to his position at the entrance, next to Sarah. They start talking animatedly, both with huge smiles on their face, much to your disliking. Maybe John could be a real charmer after all.

'Are you sure this was a good idea, Alice?' you ask her. 'What if those stories are true?'

She scoffs. 'They're not. All I hear from the girls he's hit on is that he seems like an enormous asshole. A handsome one, maybe, but I'm sure nobody wants to have sex with him.'

'I wouldn't be so sure,' you say, looking at the entrance. Someone has walked inside of the building, and it worries you greatly.