“Welcome to the party, get read your rock your night out” A burly man in a suit waits by the door, offering me a shot glass…like the size of a normal glass. Now I don’t drink usually but I swear this is way more than a normal shot…

Taking it, I swig it all in one, whoo minty. Mm that was good, barely felt the alcohol in it. Probably a mouth

freshener for everyone’s sakes…smart thinking.

He points me to a sign.

Alright strange, blood-written sign…not creepy at all.

Ok so left is Strobetacular, upstairs is the Hallowed games(?) and continuing straight on is the pool…

Hmm, it’s only 10:20 right now so… I say we start with games, because that’s where I’m guessing everyone’s going to be.

Walking up the stairs, there’s a few people chatting in the corridors, quite a few scantily dressed (and not only the women).

Another sign eh?

Left: Tongue twister, Right: Apple bobbing. Straight forward: Foamtastic and upstairs: Lounge.

Er…Tongue twister sounds kind of boring but I have a feeling that since this is a student party…

Opening the door on the left (after squeezing past a short dressed witch and her cat (eugh) friend), some music pumps into my ears and quite a sight behelds my vision.

“Alright Tiana mouth to belly button” A poorly dressed skeleton calls out from on top of a bone painted throne (sweet addition).

On the floor, a foxy lady (literally, fox ears, nose and even tail…along with short black shorts and a tank top) slides between another witches’ (wearing a black short dress) legs, face moving in between the wall and her stomach, all the while keeping one foot on a green circle and another on a blue.

OH! It’s twister! With a strange twist (oh the irony)?

“Hank, foot to blue” A Spartan (guessing by the red cape and plumed helmet and sandals) moves his right foot to blue, lunging slightly.

There are about a dozen people in the room (including me and the game’s master) and they all seem to be playing.

“New guy”

“Jack”

“Hand on ass” Excuse me what kind of twister board are you using?

Definitely against my gentleman nature… and sober nature…but the peer pressure of a dozen eyes does enforce me along

Goosing the nearest witch (there’s a lot of them) she let’s out a slight yelp before giving me a look...and a wink.

*shiver* I'm going to have to find the alcohol immediately after this.

“Cicilia foot to shoulder” a brunnete woman wearing a seashell bra and a fishtail (ooh mermaid) looks rather confused as to how to lift her leg (since her fish tail is basically binding both together.

“Take it off” Someone starts that dreaded chant and soon the room starts chanting it towards the mermaid girl, who with a drunken giggle unzips the back and squirms out of the glittery blue half dress that was her tail.

She then places a leg on top of Hank’s shoulder, slightly redfaced (only slightly?).

I’m way to sober to see this as anything but slightly weird… just where is the alcohol?

The round proceeds with everyone slowly moving around, slowly going into pretty carnal positions if I’m being honest with myself.

“Jack, leg to leg” I mean there are twister circles all along the walls and floors so why is there so much body to body contact!?

I think that this game master is just making things up…and I’m half alirght right it, half, the lesser half too.

Swinging my leg around the witch’s infront of me…well this is compromising.

Now how do I get the hell out of this…because I am way too sober to be in some weird twistease session.

“Cassandra” I learnt that thanks to the game master “Would you like to go outside for our own little twister session?”

“Definitely” Gah I can smell the alcohol on her breath…it’s only 20 past 10 right? How’d she get drunk so fast…and where’s all the alcohol!?

I give her a tiny push to get going and I make it look like she’s dragging me out of the room, to the wolfwhistles of everyone there.

Well that was tongue twister…maybe if I’m a LOT drunker.

Anyways, I tell her I’ve got to go bathroom, so meet me up in the lounge and away I am, leaving one drunk witch to trip up the stairs…yeah kind of want to help her but that’d mean I’m stuck with her for the night…oh no.

Right off to Foamtastic! Because I love foam and that seems like more of a fun thing!

Opening the doors to that, it’s a large room covered in foam and women.

I can count the number of guys here on one hand…just how did they get such a disturbingly brilliant ratio?

Aha! Alcohol!

At a table, protected by the foam is a vampire pouring constant shots for people to take.

I start pounding them down, left to right. Mm cherry, ooh mint, ow spicy, nice chocolaty…they’re really putting effort into these shot flavours, I approve.

On my 8th shot, I go in to grab it but someone gets to it first.

“Bartender, is there anything that can make me forget everything that’s happened tonight?” The voice is getting slightly slurred and feminine in nature.

Turning my eyes away from the empty shot table, they encounter a woman with long black hair down her back and her dress, long, flowing and covering half her well…non-existent bust, to the floor.

And her skin; so white! I also spot her vampire teeth as she smiles after taking a probably nice flavoured shot.

Wow she is actually super cute, and dressed properly too! Bonus points for that!

“Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready for some foam wrestling??” Someone shouts, grabbing my attention away from her small nose and round cheeks.

People whistle and support the idea. Foam wrestling? My sober self doesn’t like the sound of that…

The ghost on the throne tells us the rules; you’re out when you’ve lost an item of your clothing.

“Begin”

Hey wait a second who’s participating?

Apparently everyone is as hell breaks loose.

Ducking under a pair of delicate hands, I step towards the exit, glancing behind me to see what’s happened to the cute vampiress.

Oddly enough a big dark-skinned rugby costumed zombie is taking on all the people (mostly women) for her(?) while she waddles out the room.

“Hey big boy, let me take those pant’s off” Seriously woman, couldn’t’ you just take my jacket off?

Apparently not and woah the room is starting to spin… a lot.

Dodging the witch (so many of those tonight) I ungracefully stumble out the door, almost barreling into a busty blonde nurse with tight latex clothing.

Phew, got out of there alive…somehow.

That’s 2 stripfests I’ve walked into…uni life, completely forgot about how sexual it is my lord.

Let’s go cool off at the pool…where hopefully there won’t be any naked swimming. Though with how drunk some of the people already are (helping a lady back to standing) I’m not going to deny the possibility.

Back downstairs and into the pool!

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It’s a beer pool?! Wow that’s awesome!

“JACK YOU MADE IT” Derek shouts from up close, sitting with (ironically) a beer in his hand and a brunette with a nurse hat on. Though I see most of her bust and not any clothi-oh there it is…floating in the middle of the pool…

Well he made his promise/dream come true I guess?

“Why yes I did…interesting party you have here” It actually is, ignoring the major stripping happening everywhere.

“This is just the beginning” He starts making out with his brunette nurse.

There are a couple of other people here and there chatting while lying in the beer pool. At least the ratio is more even here.

Well I’m going to leave the premises because I see more than a few sets of clothes lying on the counters…naked beer pool swimming it is…

Anyways, Strobetastic? Please be something that isn’t lack of clothing related?

OH MY GOD I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF THINK WITH THIS NOISE.

IT’S ABSOLUTELY AWESOME ELECTRONICA BUT OW I SWEAR I’M BLEEDING FROM MY EARS WITH THIS NOISE.

THIS IS WHERE I WAS BORN TO BELONG!

LUCKILY THE DANCE FLOOR BIG AND ONLY FILLED WITH A DOZEN OR SO PEOPLE AND NO GAME MASTER IN SIGHT, PERFECT!

ONTO THE DANCEFLOOR, I HAVE TO CLOSE MY EYES, BECAUSE THE STROBE LIGHTS ARE REFELCTING OFF THE ALUMINIUMED UP WALLS AND IT REALLY HURTS! IT’S LIKE HAVING A SEIZURE, BUT THANKFULLY I DON’T KNOW HOW THAT REALLY FEELS BUT I’M SURE IT’S SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

TIME TO BUST OUT SOME DANCE MOVES.

OH I LOVE THIS SONG

“CENTIPEDE” AN ELECTRONICAL VOICE BLASTS OUT BEFORE THE BEAT GOES WILD!

ALCOHOL!!

TAKING MORE FLAVOURED SHOTS, CAN’T REALLY TASTE THEM ANYMORE, BECAUSE OH MY GOD I THINK I’M DRUNK.

IT’S PROBABLY NOT EVEN 11 YET, WAIT IT’S JUST GONE 11 HAHAHAHA.

I FREAKING LOVE THIS SONG WOOOOOOOOO

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-10:15 that night-

(Clara’s POV)

“Clara let’s go partaaaay” Derek half rushes upstairs before turning back and beckoning us.

The suit wearing man at the door offers me a really minty drink.

*cough*

Agh, how much alcohol was in that?

“Right, let’s start with apple bobbing shall we?” Derek claps his hands, getting us to follow him upstairs and into a room on the right.

Inside is a giant basin with multiple people already on their knees trying to bite an apple.

Quite a number more stand around joking and chatting, most standing by a table with a man pouring shots over and over again from a multitude of bottles.

“So wha-” Derek places a finger by my mouth, eyes already stuck to something else.

Probably the woman in tight white and red outfit, riding up her butt due to her bending over so much…what a slut.

“And the winner is Kelly” A man with a toy knife in his head shouts out from atop a throne.

The one I was just looking at stands up, long brunette hair wet and sticking to her tight outfit, which she barely makes an effort to put down to cover herself up!

Derek takes a step forward and moments later, he leads her out the door.

“Right guess I’m taking over for this” Trent shakes his head with a grin. “Ladies and well ladies” He’s not wrong there, I can count maybe 10 guys here and there’s almost triple that number of women here. “We have a special guest tonight”

What are you doing? Stop now!

“DANNY”

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Eh?

Everyone claps and wolf whistles Danny who poses for them.

*eyes go rolling*

Such a poser, but can’t help myself but smile at him playing around.

“As you may notice, he’s got a padlock on him, and there’s a key within one of these apples. The lucky lady who gets the apple with the key, well gets control of this man’s life tonight”

Everyone wolf whistles and some of the ladies rake their claws I’m guessing seductively towards Danny, who just laughs meekly.

“Now get bobbing”

I mean Danny is quite fit…well really good looking, but I don’t think it warrants all those women diving into the basin for him…

"So you not going to try find my key?" Danny gives me a playful nudge.

"If I find it. i'll make sure that key remains hidden forever"

"You just stand and watch, that'll be for the best"

Trent lets out a chuckle from overhearing out little quip.

After a short while of women half-fighting in the water to the cheers for everyone, someone finally holds up a key.

“I found it” An army chick, with fishnet tights, high heels and no top (she took it off mid search, like many of the women...some who are just playing in the water now , eugh) comes out of the water all bubbly.

She rides a finger down Danny’s chest before reaching the padlock.

“Now you’re coming with me” She starts pulling him by the padlock, much to the laughter of everyone inside.

“Have fun with your little slut” I mutter after him as I walk away suddenly really angry with him. How could he just leave me at this shitty party to go off for some half dressed girl?

Heading into the room at the end of the corridor, it’s filled with foam.

I don’t give two damns about that, to the bar.

This bartender is a vampire and I have him line up a series of shots.

Downing each one in quick succession oh there’s so many nice flavours, and I can’t taste the alcohol much!

Grabbing my tenth shot, I spot a hand clasping the empty place. Eh whatever.

Mmm cherry.

“Bartender, is there anything that can make me forget everything that’s happened tonight?” I ‘m nowhere near drunk enough to forget everything about this shitty party and just wake up at home where I should be right now.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready for some foam wrestling??” Someone shouts. Ok I’m getting the hell out of here right now.

Nope I am not losing an item of clothing.

“Begin”

Oh no, dammit, I never should’ve worn these bloody heels!

I hear someone coming towards me.

“Go quickly” Oh it’s Trent, phew. At least he’s sort of looking out for me (though he’s smiling and I see someone fiddling with his belt buckle)…typical guy.

I waddle out the room, wiping off some foam from my dress.

Eugh, why is everything about sex? Sex sex and sex. Jesus get a grip you lot, life isn’t about sex.

I’m getting the hell out of here. I’ve made my entrance, I’ve watched all my ‘escort’ get dragged off by women and now I’m going to get some well bloody deserved rest!

Storming downstairs, woah the world is falling ovaaah!

Phew, just caught the rail.

Slowly standing up, which is really hard when the world keeps moving, I slowly stumble down the stairs and head towards the exit door.

No body I said the exit door!

Instead I half trip into OW MY EYES!

URLP I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING TO BE SICK WITH ALL THIS LIGHT BOUNCING AROUND AND MY EARS.

THERE’S A SEAT…WITH TWO PEOPLE MAKING OUT ON IT.

LET ME GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

I START TO TURN AROUND BUT THEN I NOTICE A GUY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCEFLOOR DOING SPEED ROBOT SURPRISINGLY WELL.

WHAT IS WITH THAT COLOUR OF SUIT?! THAT’S MAKING ME EVEN MORE SICK THAN THE HEART-STROKE STROBING!

THOUGH HE LOOKS LIKE THE ONLY BLOODY PERSON HERE WHO ISN’T SLUTTILY DRESSED OR ALREADY WRAPPED WITH SOMEONE ELSE. LIKE I’VE NOT MET A SINGLE GUY WHO HASN’T ENDED UP WITH A WOMEN YET, EVEN HERE THEY’RE JUST GRINDING OUT ON THIS FLOOR, PLEASE STOP!

HOW IS THIS GUY HAVING FUN? JUST HOW WASTED IS HE?

OH MY GOD HIS EYES ARE CLOSED! THAT’S THE SECRET TO HAVING FUN! NOT FUCKING CARING THAT ALL THESE SEXUAL MONSTERS ARE JUST DRY HUMPING EACHOTHER IN EVERY DIRECTION I CAN SEE.

FUCK IT, HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S HAVING FUN SO I SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE SOME FUCKING FUN.

I DON’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW WHAT THIS MUSIC IS BUT I DON’T FUUCKING CAAAAAAAARE

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(Mr Spencer’s POV)

UHUH LETS GET THAT BEAT FROM MY SHOULDER TO MY TOE, UP AROUND AND LET’S GO LET’S PARTY HEY HEY!

GOD I LOVE THIS MUSIC, WHOEVER’S DJ’ING IS BOSS.

OH I’M JUST LOST IN THE MUSIC.

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SOMEONE JUST FELL INTO ME, BUT I DON’T CARE, I’VE BEEN COLLIDING WITH ALL THESE GRINDERS UNTIL THEY LEARNT THAT THIS MAN NEEDS SPACE TO PARTY.

THEY’RE NOT MOVING AWAY FROM ME, ANOTHER DRUNK DYING ON THE DANCEFLOOR I GUESS?

GENTLY PUSHING WHOEVER THE HELL THAT WAS OFF OF ME, I OPEN MY EYES. OH LOOK IT’S THE REALLY CUTE VAMPIRESS FROM BEFORE…HOW IS SHE SO DAMN GORGEOUSLY CUTE!?!

“LETSH SHFUCKING PARTAAAY” WOW SHE SEEMS PRETTY DRUNK.

I GUESS YOU HAVE TO BE IF YOU WANT TO COPE WITH PEOPLE BEING FINGERBANGED JUST A WALL AWAY.

REALLY YOU TWO GET A ROOM!

SHE STARTS TO BOB HER HEAD. WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT!?

TAKING HER HANDS INTO THE AIR I MAKE HER FIST PUMP TO THE MUSIC BECAUSE SHE HAS NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. I MEAN HAVE YOU NEVER GONE DOWN ON THE DANCE FLOOR BEFORE?

APPARENTLY NOT AS SHE SIMPLY FIST PUMPS IN THE AIR LOOKING SLIGHTLY LOST.

HAH GUESS I AM SCHOOLING SOME FOOL ON THE DANCEFLOOR (WOO BUCKET LIST TICKING OFF).

“DANCE WITH THE BEAT” I SCREAM AT HER AS I MAKE SQUARES IN THE AIR WITH MY HANDS MOVING WITH THE THUMPING OF THE BASS.

ADDING A BIT OF A SHOULDER JIGGLE OH YEAH I’M FEELING THIS BEAT.

THERE YOU GO YOU’RE GETTING BETTER. NOT STANDING THERE LIKE A TOTAL DANCE FAILURE.

NOW GET SOME MOVEMENT IN YOUR LEGS, LIKE THIS!

TIME FOR SOME BEATBOY MOVES. AH GOD IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE I’VE SHUFFLED LIKE A MANIAC!

HAHAHA OH IT’S HILARIOUS TO WATCH HER TRY COPY THAT IN HER DRESS, REALLY JUST STOP, YOUR DRESS WASN’T MADE FOR MOVEMENT.

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OH MAN I’M ACTUALLY GETTING TIRED ALREADY? DAMN MY AGING BODY!

GRABBING HER SHOULDERS AS GENTLY AS I CAN, WHICH ISN’T THAT GENTLE BECAUSE EVERYTHINGS A BIT DIFFICULT TO DO RIGHT NOW, I STOP HER MOVING.

“LET’S BLOW THIS JOINT” NO WAY AM I SITTING DOWN AND GETTING TO TIME WATCH ALL THESE PEOPLE FORNICATE, NOT MY THING.

“WHAAAT?”

“LETS. BLOW. THIS. JOINT”

“OH. YES” SHE NODS AND I WALK OUT BEHIND HER, CATCHING HER AS SHE TRIPS BUT OH NO I’M FALLING MYSELF.

AHHH!

OH THANK GOD THERE ARE SOFAS CLOSE TO HERE.

SHE’S LANDED ON TOP OF ME SO I THINK WE’RE BOTH ALRIGHT.

I HELP HER UP, TRYING MY BEST TO IGNORE THE HALF NAKED COUPLE BESIDE ME AS I STAND UP AND HELP HER OUTSIDE.

“THIS PARTY SUCKS” SHE EXCLAIMS AS WE FINALLY LEAVE THE ROOM.

“I KNOW, WE CAN HAVE MORE FUN SWINGING IN THE PARK”

“THAT ACTUALLY SOUNDS LIKE A LOT MORE BLOODY FUN THAN THIS” She’s sobered up somewhat, and my ears are slowly getting better.

MAN HOW LONG were we dancing for?

It’s almost midnight, seriously, I got tired in less than an hour?

Helping her out the door, this time not tripping up and falling over (haleluliah) she turns to me.

“WHERE’S THIS PARK”

“OH WE’RE ACTUALLY GOING?”

“HELL YEAH, THIS PARTY WAS SHIT, I NEED TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN IF I’VE BEEN FORCED UP AND OUT OF MY BED” WOW SHE SOUNDS like she didn’t even want to come to this party.

Though seeing as how she’s dressed, no idea how she got invited to a Legacy party…she looks more like the reclusive nerd that she’s starting to sound like.

Oh she must be the ah forgot what the nickname that was spreading around, the Vampire’s mascot girl!

Damn I can see why they’d definitely want her to be one...she’s Arousingly cute (and I'm not sure how to feel about that).

“WELL THEN LET’S GO” I swear I’m still shouting, but I cannot help it.

Placing my jacket over her bare, deathly pale shoulders, I then offer her an arm, she gladly takes it and we swayingly walk towards a nearby park with a swing (she does take off her stiletto heels half way though, wincing slightly).

Ah I used to use this for some parkour practice until I found the proper one.

As we walk along the street, I can hear the various parties happening around, ranging from screaming nerds probably playing horror games to banging tunes almost drowning out football chants.

Don’t know why but they all kind of seem a little bit more fun than the Legacy party (don’t get me wrong, minus 8 years on me and that’d be my little bit of heaven…but I’ve sort of moved past the whole strip games phase…and the whole group orgy thing yeah not my thing).

Anyways onto the park.

As always it’s locked, so I pick her up and hop over the low metal fence, feeling the spikes just brush past the back of my shirt.

Thank God I gave my jacket away or I’d be awkwardly impaled right now.

“Tadaa” Finally no longer shouting, just kind of loudly speaking…

“Could’ve given me some warning” She squints darkly at me but I can tell she isn’t really angry with me.

“To the swings” I pretend not to hear her (well truthfully I can only half hear her, ears still pumping with music) and bound towards the swings, jumping onto it and swinging right up as I stand on the seat.

Weee, why does this never get any less fun?

“Hey, come push me” Huh?

I look over to a mildly sulking vampiress who’s sitting on the swing, not making much effort to swing it herself.

Well if the lady wants, I don’t see any reason to say no.

Jumping off the swing mid air and landing on my feet, I brush myself off as I head to the back of her swing.

Pushing it with my feet, I watch her slowly rise and fall, feet paddling in the air calmly.

“Ahh, this is so much better than being dragged into that shitty place” I hear her sigh of relief. Wow she’s definitely some reclusive nerd who’s been dragged to the cool kid’s area against her will.

“So how’d you get invited?” Actually want to make sure that she’s the vampiress mascot I’ve been hearing rumours about.

“Rugby captain” Bingo! “How did you get in?”

“Why from my dazzling visage and great dress sense of course”

“Wahaha, more like the bouncer was sick upon seeing that horrificly orange suit”

She has a very fair point. But hey the gaudiness is just perfect.

“By the way, I’m Jake”

“Clara, thank god you told me because I’d completely forgotten to ask”

“Yeah, don’t worry I’ve sometimes know people for months without getting their name”

“You sir are a terrible human being” She giggles as I keep pushing her on the swing.

Stopping her swing, I gesture towards the merry go round.

“Oh no, my world’s already spinning”

“Suit yourself miss boring” I hop over to there, give it a whirl and jump on.

“You spin my head right round right round” I start singing oh so badly as I spin my head, holding a bar, all to her giggling. “Come on, come spin!”

“Alright alright, just once”

I slow the merry go round enough for her to get on and take one of the seats.

Now run!

Speeding up the merry go round, I jump on and sit next to her.

“Hey lie back”

“What?”

“Lie back” I lie back and immediately feel gravity pulling me hard.

“WAAAAAH” She starts screaming before laughing madly as the blood rushes to her head. I of course laugh madly along side her.

“NOW GET BACK UP”

“I CAN’T” She tries to get back up but got the gravity is so much even I’ve got problems, and also I’m kind of busy laughing my face off, that doesn’t help.

I do finally get back up through sheer strength and then proceed to pull her back up.

She comes up all at once, knocking me over and landing on top of me in the middle of the merry go round.

“Ah that was scary”

“Oh I love doing that”

“Should’ve warned me about getting back up” She’s still smiling as she tries to chide me. I just laugh.

“I should warn you, you’re not going to be able to get back up easily right now”

“Oh thanks for the warning Jerk”

“Jack”

“Jerk”

“Hey stop giving me nicknames already, we don’t know eachother well enough” I give her a wide smile and she giggles

“Well what should I call you then” she leans in, her small nose touching mine “sir Jackalot”

“First off not that, how about” THAT’S A TONGUE IN MY MOUTH.

WELL THAT TOOK A TURN FOR THE EXPECTED.

Closing my eyes for a moment to concentrate on her madly untrained tongue, capturing it with mine before slowly pushing it back outward her own territory…

Man I can taste the vodka and OW WHY ARE MY LIPS ON FIRE…OHHHH IT BURNS.

Huuuu, huuu, ok it’s not too bad once you get used to it, but ah lesser men would’ve cried with that spice…oh wait; I feel a tear or two…That’s some dangerous lipstick she’s got on there.

“I think you should get home” Just saying, you’re kind of drunk and that spicy kiss really sobered me up.

And also the fact that she’s gone red-faced from embarrassment, well you’re the one who did it!?

I slowly push her off me, helping her grab some rails to stand up before standing up myself.

The merry go round it still going slowly, so I help her off before hopping off and picking her up.

She looks away slightly awkwardly. Well I did kind of make this awkward. Ah well, better than letting her do something she’ll regret (not that the ladies ever regret doing me but still, it’s kind of against my morals).

Jumping over the fence, I land without problems and we begin walking once more…in slight awkward silence.

I mean there really isn’t anything I can say that’ll make this situation any better…hmm…most I can hope for now is that she forgets it all and we start from square one some other time.

Reaching a house a good 20 minutes later, she opens up the gate and hands me my jacket, still holding one end.

“Why did you stop me?”

“Because you are a terrible kisser” I give her a cheeky smile, and she looks at me in mild shock for a few seconds before giggling. “Well goodnight Clara”

“Goodnight…Jack” She starts walking up the stairs to the second floor, probably her flat.

Turning round, let’s get back to mine, I’ve had enough random encounters for one day!

“Hey Jack”

Oh what is it now.

Turning round, I feel her SPICY GOD DAMN LIPS latch onto mine.

She grabs my shirt, slowly dragging me inside.

I hold the gate for a moment, but ah she’s made the effort and the choice, and plus I’m not totally resistant to this gorgeously cute face and cyan eyes of hers.

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Dammit

Letting go of the gate, I kick it closed.

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Ohlala, well you'll be pleased to know that this was the finale for this arc and the next one will be starting oh so soon!

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