Yes, you'll go

"Fine...I'll go. But don't expect me to stay sober tonight either. I got a feeling I'm gonna need every last drop of **** I can get," you say disgruntled.

"Oh, quit being so dramatic, John. We're gonna have fun. I promise," Molly reassures.

You and Molly get ready for the party together. You wear your standard comfy casual clothes. A slick pair of sneakers, beige joggers, and a black V-neck. Molly chooses a navy blue lace bra and matching thong as a base. Then, she puts on a short-sleeved, blue button-down shirt tied at the bottom to make it a crop top. Next, she squeezes into some skin-tight, high-waisted, black jeggings that make her gorgeous phat ass pop. She completes the look with some matching sandals. She looks so good, you want to undo all her hard work and ravage that perfect body. But she took so long getting ready that the party has already started, and you need to get going.

You give her ass a playful smack as she walks past you, and she in turn playfully hits you on the shoulder, unable to hide that she liked the attention. Your, admittedly a bit over-the-top, flirting continues all the way to the Uber. It's now clear to you that you're both horny. For a brief moment, you question whether it's the best idea to go get drunk in a house full of other drunk people while being this hard up, but you dismiss the thought almost as quickly as it arrives. _Nothing to worry about, _you think, if need be, I'm sure Patrick wouldn't mind us borrowing the guest room.

You arrive at Patrick's house and approach the front door. Molly eagerly bounces in excitement. You suppose it has been a while since the two of you had been to a party. You're happy to see her this excited about something. Especially with how stressed she's been this week.

You knock on the door, and after a moment, the door swings open.