Chapter 29 Girls Night
Girls night
Every day staying at Lucas’s, things just get… easier. I feel more myself than I have in a long time. It’s been a good few weeks of living here.
I’ve started painting and drawing more too.
I feel embarrassed how many times I’ve drawn Lucas. I don’t even plan on it. It just happens.
Every time I’m around him, I feel myself slipping. I know I said we should just stay friends, but if things keep going like this. I don’t know how much longer I can resist.
It’s not just the attraction, it’s everything about him. He’s quickly becoming pretty important to me.
It’s Saturday night. My birthday. And instead of working at The Tipsy Tap, I’m going out drinking there with Danielle. Girls night, finally.
I invited Sarah too, but she’s got her daughter and didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone at night yet. I’ll keep working on her.
I haven’t even told the boys it’s my birthday, because I didn’t want them making a fuss.
My phone buzzes.
Danielle: I’m here! Let me in bitch.
I run to the front door to let Danielle in, she comes inside and gives me a big hug. She’s here early to get ready with me, she’s also going to crash here tonight.
“Happy Birthday Cammie! I bring gifts!” she grins, holding up two bottles of wine like they’re gold.
“Thank you. What are you going to wear tonight?” Because I have no idea what to wear myself.
“I’m thinking my gold halter dress, it’s tight in all the right places.” She winks at me and laughs. “What about you?”
I groan and cover my eyes. “Ugh. I need your help. I’ve got options. I just… can’t decide.”
“Show me what you got baby.” She follows me to my room. She looks at the dresses I’ve laid out. “You go shower, I’ll pick an outfit for you. No complaining, you have to wear it.”
“Fine.” I walk to my ensuite.
I have my shower and when I come back out she’s laid an outfit out for me.
It’s a dress I didn’t have out before. My heart stutters.
It’s that dress.
The one I bought because it made me feel sexy.
The one Sean said made me look like a slut. I never had the courage to wear it. But there it is—black silk, backless down to my lower back, it hugs my hips and ass like it was stitched on. The neckline is barely there.
She put a pair of black kitten heels next to it along with a cream clutch.
Okay. I can wear this. I will not complain. “Thanks, Dani,” I run my hands over the soft fabric. “I love this dress. I’ve just been… too scared to wear it.”
“You have to. Put it on now!” We both turn around so I can get changed.
When I face her again, she squeals. “It looks exactly how I imagined it, Cammie, you have to wear it. You look so hot! Go look in the mirror!”
I walk over, glance at my reflection, and yeah, okay. I see what she means. It’s terrifying but exhilarating.
I take it off (for now), throw on a baggy tee, and we sit side-by-side to do our makeup. I blast our 2010’s playlist and we sing along, terribly. Dani disappears to the kitchen to grab the wine.
“Tyler’s giving us a lift,” she calls when she comes back. “He’s heading out too, but not drinking. He’s got some run comp tomorrow or something.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot he had that tomorrow. So good that he can give us a lift, now we can properly pre game!” I put on my earrings and ask, trying to to be casual. “Is Lucas still home?” I take a sip of the glass of wine she just poured for me.
“He just left with some woman. Tyler said he had a dinner with her or something.” She replies, shrugging her shoulders.
What? A dinner? As in a date? How did I not know this? Of course he’s seeing someone. Jealously gnaws at me even though I told him we can’t do this again. I can’t expect him to not date other people. I can’t help the disappointment I feel though.
“Oh. I didn’t know he had a date.” I try and fail to hide my disappointment.
She shrugs, then deadpans. “Wait are you into him? I thought you told him you didn’t want to go there again?”
“I did say that. And I meant it. I mean—I’m living here. And I just got out of something. It’s too soon. I shouldn’t have feelings.” I sigh. “But maybe I do. And now he’s dating someone else, so… whatever.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Oh Babes, you got it bad. You like him. It’s okay to like him, you know.
Fuck timing. You can’t help when you meet someone you connect with and you can’t stop those feeling because your worried about what other people would think.
And we don’t know if it’s a date. Let’s just not worry about it tonight and have a fun night out okay? ”
I blow out a breath. “You’re right. Let’s just forget about boys tonight. Tonight is about us girls and having fun.”
“Cheers to that.” Clink
“By the way, have you come across any more rentals? I thought we were almost in with that last one. Then they changed their mind about their pets rule. I’m sorry about that by the way.” I say.
I feel bad that Gizmo is making it harder to find a place. I also feel bad that I haven’t been looking very hard. Since moving in here, my search has been lazy. I’ve grown content living here, the rush to find somewhere doesn’t feel so rushed now.
“I haven’t found anything else yet. This town has bugger all rentals, it’s like everyone just buys and lives here forever.
” She grabs her mascara from her makeup bag.
“And seriously, don’t even worry about Gizmo.
It’s not your fault. If anything, my budget is what’s making it so hard.
If I was working full time I could contribute more.
And please don’t suggest you pay more, I won’t accept it.
We’re 50/50 in this Babe. Something will come along.
And now you’re staying here, we don’t have to rush.
Do we?” She looks away to apply her mascara, with her mouth slightly open.
“I guess not. I do like it here.” I admit.
“Good. Now, can you help me put my lashes on? Please?” She holds them out for me.
We finish getting ready and start to take some selfies, we look seriously hot. I would fuck us. We’re also tipsy, we ended up drinking both bottles of wine already. It’s 10 p.m. now. We kept getting carried away catching up instead of actually getting ready.
“Let’s make a video! I haven’t posted much on my TikTok since not travelling lately, so I really need some more content.”
“Okay, fine. But I’m not doing one of those silly dances.” I pout.
I very rarely use my social media, besides to share photos of hair for work. But Dani is a bit of an influencer.
She does in fact make me do one of those silly dances. She’s so lucky I love her.
We are interrupted by a knock on the door.
“You guys ready yet?” Tyler asks through it. Danielle jumps up and opens the door, sticking her hip out in a sexy pose. Tyler is leaning his arm against the doorframe, filling the space.
“Ready when you are.” She winks at him.
So much for not being interested in him, her actions say another thing. He looks her up and down like he is definitely interested. She laughs, smirking when she gets the look she wanted from him.
“Let’s go.” She says to us both. I stand up and follow her, grabbing our handbags off the bed.
“Let’s do this.” I cheer as I walk behind them.
We drive in Tyler’s Ford Ute.
I can see him tightening his fists around the steering wheel when Dani talks about guys she knows will be out tonight.
“Don’t worry though, I won’t be hooking up tonight. Tonight is girls night.” She yells the last bit.
I see Tyler relax a little bit. He’s so into her, I know it. I’m wondering why they’re not going for it though.
We get to the bar and head inside, we get let in straight away, even though it’s busy tonight.
Its packed in here, it smells of alcohol, cheap perfume and sweat. I’m used to nights like this, but I’m not normally on the other side of the bar, it’s fun and scary at the same time.
Tyler walks off to his group of friends, leaving us be.
“Let’s get a drink.” Danielle yells to me, pulling my hand to follow.
“Can we get two wet pussy shots please?” She yells to Jared, the bartender working tonight.
He brings them out to us and yells. “Your night is on the house ladies, every staff member gets at least one night on the house and you guys haven’t had one yet. Have fun!”
We both yell our thanks and do the shots.
An hour later, the bar is pumping—more like a club then a bar. We end up on the dance floor, where bodies surround us.
Dani and I are dirty dancing together when a group of guys come to dance with us, we’re feeling drunk and flirty, so we let them.
One of them moves behind me, and I start to grind my ass against him. Dani is doing the same with the guy behind her. It’s just a bit of harmless fun.
Dani turns around and he starts kissing her. He looks like an version of Tyler, if I’m being honest. But good on her.
I turn to face my guy. He’s kinda cute. But I’m too drunk to hook up, I just want to dance.
He leans down to kiss me, and I freak out a little bit.
I’ve only kissed two men the last few years, and it came so naturally to kiss Lucas. But this, I don’t want this. It actually makes me feel a little bit sick.
I take a step back out of his embrace and put my hand up to say no.
He nods in understanding. As he starts to walk off, I’m pushed over by the crowd, falling straight back into him.
He catches me, thank gosh, but I turn around to see Tyler punching the guy that Dani was with.
What the fuck did I miss? Dani is staring at Tyler in shock.
“TYLER! WHAT THE FUCK?!” I scream, moving to stand in front of him, before he can do it again.
He turns to look at me, shakes his head a bit, like reality just hit him. He runs his hands through his hair then over his face.
“I need to leave. You guys okay?” He says.
“Were fine. Just go! Before you get kicked out!”
He gives a sad look towards Dani before walking out. She just stares at him, not saying anything.
“What the fuck was that?” I grab her arm.
“I dunno… That guy kissed me, then next minute he was pulled away and Tyler was there. I dunno.” She shrugs and I nod.
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what just happened either. I’m a bit too drunk to understand right now.
“Do you wanna leave?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nooooo, noooo. I wanna stay, I want to keep dancing with you! Do you wanna go?”
“Not really.” I would go if she wanted to, I still feel a bit icky about that guy, but I do want to stay and dance with my best friend. “Let’s get another drink.”
We end up drinking for another hour or so. No more dancing with other guys, it’s just me and her dancing up a storm now. I’m way too drunk to notice who’s around us anyways.
“I need to PEEEEEE!” I yell.
I stumble toward the toilet line and leave her dancing.
I want to see Lucas. My pretty Lucas, who always smells like wood and spice—like cedarwood and cinnamon.
Before I know it I’m calling him while I wait in line. Don’t ask me why. Maybe because I want him. Maybe because I’m drunk. Maybe both.
He answers.
“Camille, how’s your night going?”
“Itssssss fun, It would be funner if you were here. Where are you?” My slurring has progressively got worse through the night.
“Nice.” He laughs. “I just got home from dinner.” I start to laugh.
“Datsss right! Hope you had fun on your daaate. I wasss with anothaa guy too.” Why the fuck am I being so petty? I know I’m behaving like a child, but my mind isn’t connecting with my mouth anymore.
“What do you mean?” His voice clear.
“I wass dancing with him ‘n’ we were bout to kiss til Tyler got all Rambo.” I lie a little about this but he doesn’t have to know. He huffs.
“What happened with Tyler? And what guy? I wasn’t on a date, I was out at dinner with my sister, Nicole.”
“Oh. Ohhhhhhh. Don’t worry, I told the guy no cos I really wanted you. And I dunno what happened with Tyler. Ask him.” Whoops. I jumped to conclusions and I really don’t have any right to care.
“Where are you?” His voice stern.
“I’m at work Mr Bossy. Where are you? What are you wearinggg?” I try to sound sexy and fail miserably.
“I’m coming to get you.”
“What? Why? I don’t wanna go home yet.”
“You don’t?”
I look up at myself in the mirror. My makeup and hair still look great. But my vision is spinning and maybe I feel a bit too drunk. Now he’s bought up home. Going home to bed and seeing him, sounds really nice.
“Okay, come n get me. But you gotta come ‘n’ find me first.” I giggle then hang up. Smooth Camille. Real smooth.