Chapter Fifteen

"Such a nice thing in a skirt. Mind if I drill into you, baby?"

The man utters complete gibberish as I walk past him and I roll my eyes, looking down at myself before rolling my eyes again. How drunk do these guys get? To the extent this one can't even differentiate between a skirt and a damn Jean anymore?

I should have never listened to Bryan when he said to come here. I knew this bastard was only going to leave me to chase after any girl that's willing to spread her legs. And it's exactly what he did as soon as we got here. 

Not knowing my place around here and suddenly feeling so pressed, I take the first sharp corner I see, flipping off any drunk guy that comes close to me. One even comes as far as trying to grab my ass. I'm never... I mean, never letting Bryan talk me into this again. 

I let out a sigh of relief when I finally arrive at the stairs, the blaring of the music, sliding of bodies and chatters of drunk men who can no longer d