Just get out of here

"Nah, let's just go. The others are definitely waiting for us at the party by now."

"Alright!" Kate says excitedly. She grabs you and Ashley both by the wrist and leads you outside, almost sprinting. If it weren't for Ashley's expert skill in walking in heels, she definitely would have already fallen off her feet.

The three of you burst out the front door and into the cold winter air. "Which way is it to the place?" Kate asks.

"That way," you say, pointing up the street. "Greg texted me the address when we split up."

Ashley and Kate set off together, holding their arms close to their chests in the near-freezing cold. Their speed puts them ahead of you, even in your high heels. Eagerness as a side effect of cocaine, you suppose. They're gossiping to each other, whispering something you can't hear or maybe just can't understand with a mostly-sober mind. You'll definitely have to take a few shots once you get to the party.

You manage to catch up with the ****-fueled socialites. "What's up?" you check in. "You guys feeling okay?"

"Feeling great," Ashley announces, beaming at you. "Actually, I'm feeling a little grabby." She leans against you, her hands fiddling with your shorts.

"Hey, me too," Kate says. She gets close to you, her hands slapping at Ashley's as the brunette tries to undo your jeans. "No, me!"