Pub & Drinks

The girls decided to walk to the pub. It was only a short distance through the estate, and Courtney said it was better for “getting in the mood.” The girls were already tipsy from the pre-drinks at the house, laughing loudly and linking arms with Sylvie as they walked.

As they strolled, Courtney lit a cigarette and passed the pack around. Jade and Charlotte took one each. The group smoked as they walked, the smoke drifting around Sylvie. Courtney offered the pack to her.

“Want one, Syl? Help you relax a bit before we get there.”

Sylvie hesitated. She had never smoked before. But the girls were all doing it, and the alcohol from the pre-drinks made her more susceptible to the suggestion. “Just one puff,” she said quietly, taking the cigarette.

She took a small drag and coughed immediately, the smoke burning her throat. The girls laughed.

“Not bad for a first try, Syl!” Courtney said, patting her on the back. “You’ll get used to it.”

Sylvie handed the cigarette back, still coughing, but the small act made her feel strangely included. The rest of the walk was filled with smoke, loud laughter, and crude jokes.

The pub was a rough, local place called The Crown. Loud music, sticky floors, and a mix of chavs, lads, and older drinkers. The girls found a table and immediately ordered shots and pints. Sylvie tried to stick to one drink, but the girls kept pushing more on her.

“Drink up, Syl!” Jade said, handing her another shot. “Loosen up a bit, yeah?”

As the night went on, Sylvie got drunker. The music was loud, the atmosphere rowdy. A group of lads started chatting to them. One of them, a tall, muscular guy named Darren with tattoos and a cocky grin, zeroed in on Sylvie.

“You’re new round here, aren’t ya?” he said, leaning in close. “Proper fit though.”

Sylvie tried to be polite at first, but the alcohol loosened her up. Before she knew it, Darren had pulled her onto the dance floor. The music was fast and heavy. He pressed against her, hands on her waist. Sylvie felt a rush of excitement and guilt. When he leaned in and kissed her, she didn’t pull away. The snog was rough and passionate, his tongue in her mouth, hands groping her ass in the middle of the dance floor.

When they broke apart, Darren grinned. “You’re proper fit, Syl. Give us your number. We should do this again.”

Sylvie, drunk and flustered, exchanged numbers with him before she could think better of it.

The girls saw everything and cheered when she came back to the table.

“Fucking hell, Syl!” Courtney laughed. “Hes a fuckin good shag Syl, and has a great tounge as you just found out. Hes fucked me and the others before.”

Jade nodded. “Yeah, you need a real man, not that boring fiancé of yours. Darren would fuck you right.”

Charlotte added, “We’ll set you up. You’re one of us now. No more posh boys.”

Sylvie tried to protest, but the girls kept teasing her about it the rest of the night. She got even drunker, dancing with the lads, laughing louder than she ever had. By closing time, she was a mess. She stumbled outside with the girls and, in a drunken haze, ducked into the alley behind the pub to piss. Courtney followed and recorded the whole thing on her phone, laughing.

When they got back to the house, Sylvie collapsed on the sofa again, head spinning. The girls laughed and covered her with a blanket.

Sylvie mumbled something incoherent and passed out, the night’s events swirling in her drunken mind.