"...I can't believe you're actually out tonight!" you heard the dark haired woman in the sexy black dress say as you moved a little closer, trying to see if you could make out who exactly it was (though without being seen), "If only I'd have know, I could have text Amanda and we could have made a proper night of it." The name 'Amanda' certainly sounded familiar somewhere, and it was obvious, even with the loud music of the club blaring, that she had a thick accent; possibly Spanish or South American.
Randall meanwhile, who was still slumped back on his chair, supping at yet another drink, simply smiled and told her, "Yeah, well it was kind of a last minute decision. I just fancied heading out and getting kind of wasted," doing his best to sound as natural as possible, even though he clearly was pretty drunk.
This fact didn't go unnoticed by the other woman either as she let out an amused little giggle. "Well you certainly look it. How much have you had?"
"Oh you know, just a bit. Just enough to have fun!" Randall grinned, quickly downing the rest of his drink and shouting, "WOO! THIS PLACE ROCKS!"
"Ha ha. You're acting crazy tonight Loz! I've never seen you quite like this before."
Sidling up a little closer to their table, able now to make out Randall's companions rich, olive colored skin, but not yet her face (as she was currently facing away from you), you began to get the distinct impression that you did indeed recognize her from somewhere - her dark, wavy hair, her warm, yet sultry accent, as well as how familiar she seemed with Miss. Card all indicating that it was someone you'd met before...or at the very least seen. It wasn't until Randall replied though that the penny suddenly dropped, as he happily told her, "You'd better get used to it, Miss...uh, Carla. Cause this is the new me! And I got to say I'm loving every minute of it!"
Of course! It was Miss. Esposita, the Spanish teacher, and the one who was in those Facebook pictures with Miss. Card. They were like best friends or something, so it was no wonder they seemed so close.
Though this revelation made you want to move a little further round so that you could actually get a glimpse of her from the front, recalling how attractive she'd looked on Randall's new laptop, and getting the impression from what you see of her dress from this angle, there was a lot more of her curvy, Hispanic body on display than you'd ever see around school, you were also aware that if she spotted you and found out you were here with Randall then things might get a little awkward indeed (having not been in her class or anything, but pretty sure she'd be able to tell you were a minor even if she didn't recognize you).
With this in mind then, you then backed away a little and sat down at an empty table near by, still in ear shot, but hopefully now in a position where she was less likely to spot you if she did look round. Listening in again, Randall still appeared to be in good form, clearly having just as much fun tonight as he'd just admitted (which was probably made all the better due to now being sat next to Miss. Esposita, who he'd earlier described as hot).
"Now what do you say me and you do some shots then hit the dance floor, so I can see you shaking that fine ass booty of yours?" he said, his inhibitions having now definitely gone, as he said something that, as a guy would probably sound incredibly perverted and creepy, but as Miss. Card, seemed far more jokey and playful.
At least this was how Miss. Esposita took it, laughing again at her friend, "'Fine ass booty'? Wow - you really are drunk! You'd better not be here on your own, cause there is no way I'm letting you head back to your place alone in a state like this."
"Nah, nah, it's cool. I came here with a friend of mine," Randall told her, referring of course to you, thankfully having not yet snubbed you in favor of this sexy Spanish teacher. "He'll get me home."
"'He', huh?" Miss. Esposita then asked, sounding suddenly very intrigued, "What's this? Has Loz finally started playing the field again after her last messy breakup?" adding with a distasteful chuckle, "Just please don't tell me it's that creep Swanson..."
Recalling 'Sweaty' Swanson the Math teacher, as well as the rather angry phone call he'd made back at the hospital, Randall said, "What? Nah! I told that pervy little jerk off where to go after he left this really creepy fucking message on my phone," chuckling to himself as he recalled the incident, "You should have heard him - It was as funny as fuck!"
Though from the sounds of things Miss. Esposita was none the wiser to the fact that this woman wasn't actually the real Miss. Card - the amount of **** Randall had consumed going some way to explain his odd behavior - he was still acting quite a lot like his 18 year old, male self, and it was obvious from her tone of voice that she found some of the things he was saying more than a little out of character. "Well that's good...I guess," she told him, sounding slightly put off by all the cussing (Miss. Card not really appearing the type to talk that way). Getting quickly over (what she thought was her) friend's choice of words however, she continued on, telling him that, "That guy is just too sleazy. And you know he's married right? God knows what his wife thinks!" This did admittedly boggle your mind a bit, wondering what kind of person would actually marry that big of a perv - if the stories about him were true of course.
"Anyway, back to your 'hot date'," she then said, returning to her original question again, anxious to find out more, "Who is this guy, and where is he so I can give him the famous Esposita once over?"
This left you on tenterhooks, as you sat there waiting to hear what Randall was going to say - aware that he was indeed very drunk (as were you), but hoping that he wouldn't be foolish enough to mention your name, or even point you out to her - that being the last thing either of you needed right now; one of the teachers at your school thinking that Miss. Card was dating a minor!
"He, uh...he left," Randall told her after a brief pause, thinking on the spot. "But he said he'd be back later to give me a ride, so don't sweat it."
"He left you here by yourself? That's crazy! What kind of guy does that?"
"He's just like an old buddy of mine, from years ago. And it's cool, honestly. Sometimes when I want to head out I give him a call and he drives me. We do it all the time. He's uh...he's kind of like my chauffeur...or something."
Obviously not buying this story for a second, Miss. Esposita questioned,"Really? Cause this is the first I've ever heard about any of this. What's your 'friend' called?"
Being a little in over his head now, Randall instead of answering her, casually tried to brush it off, telling her, "Ah, who cares! It's not important," pulling himself up from the table as he did and beckoning Miss. Esposita to join him. "Now, c'mon! Let's see if we can't score some more booze off of these rich chumps and then go shake our moneymakers on the dance floor," he told her, doing a little dance on the spot and loudly exclaiming over the pounding music, "Cause I freaking love this song!"
Watching as he then made his way over towards the bar and towards a group of guys who were standing there, Miss. Esposita quickly followed behind and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him away from the now clearly disappointing looking guys. Even though you couldn't actually hear what they were saying anymore, you got the distinct impression by their body language that Miss. Esposita was trying to stop Randall from having anymore drinks, clearly being of the opinion that he'd had enough already (not being used to seeing 'her friend' act this way before), as she then led Randall towards the toilets - this being, as far as you were aware, the location for all serious female discussions.
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