1. Fancy Dress


    Date: 7/14/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: spiralmouth, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    friendly and some who were clearly eyeing me up. At this point it was getting even more busy with all sorts of people turning up; by about half past eleven there must have been about forty-five people in the house, at one point I looked over and saw Callum being helped along in his quest for drunkenness by Caleb, who was holding a beer bong for him whilst Captain America and Beetlejuice poured two cans down the funnel. By this point I had lost Steph and had no idea where she was, I was stood drinking on my own. There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned around. “Hi Rick!” I shouted, he looked quite stressed and then I remembered that he must have just finished work. “Hi Amy, have you seen Tom?” “Your guess is as good as mine!” I sighed. Just then, Tom came out of a crowd of people through the threshold of the living room and waved at Rick. “Alright mate?” Tom shouted, he sounded like he was getting pretty drunk; luckily I was on my way too. “Yeah, not bad! Can we go outside? I can’t hear fuck all in here!” “Yeah course, this way!” “Can I come?” I asked. “Course babes!” Tom shouted as he led us outside in the back garden. Tom lit up another cigarette and offered one to Rick, who accepted. Even though I was cold and didn't smoke, I didn't want to be stood on my own for much longer with no one to talk to. “Fuck me! Work was fucking shit!” Rick began to unload on Tom about his hard day at work. There were some other people in the garden who I spoke to, briefly having little ...
    conversations with the people who were only outside for a few minutes to smoke. I turned around and watched Tom walk back into the house, Rick was still smoking what must have been his third cigarette. I stepped over and joined him. “Alright?” he asked and nodded his head. “Yeah I’m okay thanks, just cold!” “I’m not surprised with what you’re wearing! Or, actually I mean, what you aren't wearing!” he laughed. “I know! What was I thinking?!” “…Dancer?” he asked. “You guessed it! Well, actually I’m supposed to be a burlesque dancer so y’know… get it right! Jeez!” he laughed. “Sorry! Either way… good job!” Rick stuck his thumb up and smirked. He was nearly finished with smoking. “So what was the problem with work then?” I asked. “Ahh, I can’t even be bothered thinking about it now to be honest! It was just, just a pain in the balls!” “Ouch!” “Yeah, Not to be rude or anything but I’d rather forget about it. I’m pretty tired!” He said almost yawning. “Let’s just say, I wish a certain someone I work with is fired by Monday morning!” “Wow! That bad?” “Yeah… completely useless. Meant I had to stay an extra two hours and sort out there mess, hence why I’m here so late!” “Ahh right! That sounds like a ball ache.” I was sympathetic towards Rick, he was a nice guy; even if I didn’t know him too well. Tom steeped outside again, somehow drunker. “Alright mate?” Asked Rick. “Yeah man! Why don’t you get a drink?” “Actually I think I’m going to go and find a room a sleep in it, I’m knackered.” ...
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