Audrey watched Tahlia step out onto the dance floor without another word, though she smirked as she watched Darius take one sip of his drink and do the same, but in the opposite direction. She turned back to Tyson, “I wish I had your dedication, I suffer from being lazy.” She made a face but laughed about it. She truly procrastinated to the last minute, often finishing her homework seconds before it was due.

Darius didn’t wait long after Tahlia had ditched the group, not wanting to be a third wheel with whatever was going on between Audrey and Tyson. He skimmed the dancefloor quickly, spotting Tahlia instantly, but he moved to the bar, taking a seat next to an older brunett.

“I grow bored of the words, I can’t concentrate,” Audrey waved her hand to dismiss it, she took this chance to grab the first shot and held it out to him. “You don’t have to take it in one go, but it does taste better in one go.” She grimaced, knowing he could at least sip on the Amoretto Sour, and it was a very sweet drink.

Darius put the charms on the woman, getting a couple of shots out of her before he was feeling great, the worries of everything back home melted away. He told the brunette he was heading to the restroom, and instead walked straight into the crowd until he walked into a dancing Tahlia. “If those two start dating, we might be stuck together a lot.” He whispered, wondering if that was actually going to happen, though he felt like Tyson wasn’t the type.

Audrey shrugged, “There isn’t, but there are people out there who can’t take a shot,” She had a few girlfriends who struggled, but she wasn’t one of them. She watched him take the shot before taking her own, placing the glass back on the table, “Wooo, always love a good shot to start off with.” Normally it would be straight up tequila and maybe by the end of the night she’d have one. “Here, this you can sip on.” She said, picking up the amaretto sours and holding one out to him.


Darius smirked, chuckling softly, “I’m not complaining either,.” he stepped closer to her, their bodies occasionally brushing up against each other. He moved to the music, following her body with his, though his eyes wandered the crowd.

Audrey pouted when he said he didn’t like the drink. “That’s alright, I’ll drink it.” She motioned for him to take a water glass instead while she looked over the menu, debating what drink to try next. “You haven’t tried beer? Or any alcohol in general?” she asked, wondering if he was a beer guy, though she grimaced at the taste.

When the song changed, keeping the same beat that kept their bodies touching so closely, Darius wrapped an arm around Tahlia. “What did you do in Alabama for fun?” he whispered in her ear, wondering what kind of fun she had and if it lined up with his idea of fun.

Audrey rolled her eyes, “You’re going to be fucking drunk if you treat every drink like a shot,” She laughed and ordered another round of shots and drinks, hoping this would be a better option for him. She sipped at her own drink, her eyes roaming the club, finding Tahlia and Darius dancing. “How close are you with Darius?” she asked, nodding towards the two on the dance floor.

Darius chuckled, knowing they at least had a few things in common, so whatever this was between them would be fun either way. Till it wasn’t. “I like drinking, trying to figure out what everything else that comes with it involve.” He smirked, having a feeling he already knew as he slid an arm around her waist and pulling her in close.

“Yes, but you can get really sick, especially if this is your first time drinking,” Audrey grimaced, remembering how drunk she’d gotten the first time, and how much she had vowed she’d never drink that much again after that. She learned to pace herself, drink enough to get drunk and have a good time, but avoid vomiting or the room spinning. “What sports are you playing this year?” Ignoring his question of why, since she didn’t have anything other than being slightly protective.

“Sure sounds like it,” Darius whispered, finishing off his drink before wrapping his other arm around her to pull her in closer. “Are you friends with Mary Jane?” He asked, knowing he didn’t have to be secretive about it, but he also didn’t want to get busted by anyone nearbty, even if it was a loud club.

Audrey took his empty glass and switched it out for some water, “Best advice I was given, was drink a glass a water after every drink,” She did the same even though her amoretto sour wasn’t empty yet. “Okay, men running around in tight pants, I can get along with that.” She laughed, though her imagination did wonder how good Tyson would look in a baseball uniform. “I don’t know much about sports, but I know when to celebrate.” She joked, basically following the clues of other fans who wore the same colors.

Darius smirked, betting she had fun with other drugs too, “I’ve got a couple of her friends on speed dial, if you want to have a good time.” He had a couple of pills of ecstasy and LSD, he had marijuana back in his dorm if she was really interested.

“And? Is there something wrong with the bathroom?” Audrey tilted her head, knowing she’d probably be peeing more than him. She somehow as blessed with a small bladder when it came to drinking, and maybe making out in the hallway to the bathroom was another reason, she always met fun people at the club. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, we are friends, but like… Hot guys in pants? I’d go without you. But I’d be rooting for you if that makes it better.” She winked, a smirk playing on her face. A part of her wondered what he looked like, and she was not about to not check him out, friend or not.

Darius’s smile grew bigger as she slid her hands up his chest, easily imagining her running her hands over his bare chest and hoping that’s how the night ended. “If you think your friend isn’t opposed, we can call them when we get back to our booth.” He figured it would be wiser to do it where you were slightly hidden from everyone. He would offer it to Audrey and Tyson, but he had a feeling Tyson wouldn’t take it. He wasn’t sure of Audrey’s answer.

“Well, we can always make it fun by making out?” Audrey suggested, raising an eyebrow, letting him know she was joking. She liked the idea, knowing she’d probably kiss someone else while waiting too. She noticed he looked away when she mentioned other guys, she wasn’t sure what he was thinking at this moment, but she hoped this wasn’t the end of the friendship. “Tyson, I promise you, I’m joking, I’d be there just for you, I was just a little worried that you might, I don’t know, find that weird.” She wondered if he thought of them as friends, or just settling a debt owed to her. She liked spending time with him, he didn’t judge when she talked about stupid things, and he was here trusting her. “I’d like to be friends.” She said, feeling her cheeks flush and forced herself to hide behind her drink, wanting to blame this all on alcohol.


“Tyson won’t participate, but he won’t tattle. He doesn’t care about a lot of things.” Darious wasn’t sure what the dude was about, but he seemed kind of high. Or depressed. “Dude needs to get laid.” He chuckled, wondering if that would chill the dude out or not. He took Tahlia by the hand and started heading ack to the table, making a path for the two of them through the crowd. “What would you like to sample?” he asked, wondering if she had a preferred method of high.

Audrey felt herself grow lighter when he called them friends. She didn’t notice the other two heading back to the table, but she reached over and gave his hand a squeezed, “I’m really glad were friends.” She smiled big, picking up a shot. “Let’s toast to that!” She giggled, letting go of his hand and picking up his shot, holding it out to him.

Darius nodded his head, frowning as they got stuck behind a huge group of people who didn’t care that he was trying to push through them, “E is a really good time,” he smirked, finally making his way through the crowd and up towards the private booths. “How many?” he only brought a few of the pills, but he should have enough if everyone wanted to try.

Audrey hoped whatever weird feeling she was getting from Tyson was just the drinks, she watched Darius and Tahlia take a seat. She raised an eyebrow in question before Darius pulled out a bag of pills. She slowly nodded her head before turning to Tyson, “Do you want to dance?” She asked, though she knew Tyson could decide to do drugs if he wanted to.

Darius nodded his head as he took a seat beside Tahlia, turning his back to most of the crowd before pulling out a little baggie with a couple of pills. “One it is.” He poured to out and held out his hand to Tahlia, before eyeing Audrey and Tyson to see if they were interested.

Audrey set her glass down on the table and stood up, taking Tyson’s hand in hers. “Do you want to dance here at the booth or in the crowd?” She didn’t care either way, but she didn’t want to be tempted to pop a pill for the night.

Darius smirked and popped one of the pills himself, following it with his own drink. “More dancing? Or do you want to drink a little?” He asked, knowing he wouldn’t mind throwing back a few drinks.

Audrey smiled brighter, “If you are sure about it, lets go.” She tugged on his arm gently, pulling him towards the dance floor until they reached the edge. “We can stick to the edge, less people.” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck as the song hit a slow beat. “Do you enjoy playing baseball?” She asked, wondering if he was just playing to appease someone or a scholarship, or if he actually liked playing.

Darius chuckled as he waved the waitress over, letting her order first before putting in his own. When the waitress left to put in their order, he leaned closer to her. “Now, do you want to get to know each other? Or are you perfectly happy with just making out knowing nothing.” He smirked, knowing she could slap or laugh in his face over his offer.

Audrey giggled, “A little Tyson playing T-ball, how cute,” She giggled again at the thought, though that as if he really did play when he was that young. “I think I’d be afraid of the ball hitting me in the face,” She grimaced, moving closer to him, her skin shivering from his touch even though her dress.

“I guess, if it means there’ll be more moments like this,” Darius slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to sit right next to him, their thighs touching. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to know about him, but all he really wanted to know was how to get her into bed with him later.