"Um...ready for...what?..." I ask, my voice barely coming out in a nervous squeak as I talk to these complete strangers.
"Was it that big of a night?" Paul asks, nodding down to the energy drink again as I quickly snatch it up. "We were going to continue the marathon, less 'weeb shit' this time...for Chelsea" Paul explains, smirking at the Italian girl as he takes a big long sip from his own drink.
Chelsea bristles at being reminded of her poorly chosen words the night before, pouting at Paul's shit-eating grin.
"I just don't like to read while watching shit okaaaay?" she explains, rolling her eyes at the end. "I'm fine with like, dobs or whatever."
At the mention of 'Dubs' the sleepy Sarah begins to weakly boo, her denouncement losing much of its impact thanks to the mouthful of cheap burger meat and buttery bun. She shakes her he slightly at the thought, looking at the ground in disappointment.
"But dubsh ruin sha showsh acshual..." she tries to explain, eventually giving up as she swallows hard and down the heavy mouthful of food. "It ruins the..."
"Yeah yeah, heard it all before" Chelsea says dismissively, eliciting a chuckle from Paul. "Subs over dubs, not a real fan, just shoot me" She explains, taking a huge ravenous bite out of one of the burgers. Before long all the others have turned their attention to the burgers and fries, refilling their bodies after a night of partying and liquor.
I can't help but chuckle as I remember being right there with them back a decade ago, though I suppose I technically still am. With the cold energy drink in hand I quickly crack the top, my extremely slender fingers sliding under the ring with delightful ease. The heady and familiar scent of strange sour yet sweet soft drink hit my nostril, my body desperately craving the caffeine and sugar just like the old day.
I quickly go to take a swig, feeling the cool can press against my thin soft lips simply reinforcing the changes once again. I coo gently as I feel the bubbly drink hit my tongue, the ice-cold refreshment having not felt like this in years. I'd grown out of energy drink long ago, the potent blend of chemicals and sugar playing havoc with my aging body. But this, this tasted perfect in the moment.
I'm snapped back to reality but Paul, the young blonde man smirking at me from the other couch.
"Do I need to get you another?" he asks, watching as my quick sip turns into several full-mouthed glugs of the soft drink. I gasp as I come up for air, shaking some hair from my face as I refocus. The can feels so much lighter in my hand than it had before, a quick rattle telling me I had basically finished it in a matter of moments.
"Um..." I mutter, unsure of what to say. "If you're offering..."
"No problem" Paul says, jumping to his feet and grabbing another burger for the road. "I'll be back in a..."
"Sit down lover boy" Chelsea calls out, laughing to herself at Paul's quick response. "Breakfast first, then..."
"Shower..." mutters Sarah, her voice low and grumbly as she feels her hair.
"Then shower. You won't be winning over anyone smelling like that" Chelsea remarks, sliding a little closer to me. As I inhale I can smell her shampoo or maybe her body wash, a soft and alluring blend of floral scents and sandalwood with a hint of some spice.
Paul huffs a little, dropping back down into his seat.
"Well I could have had two while I was waiting for you to finish up. I was standing outside for like thirty minutes" he explains, glaring at Chelsea.
"I told you I needed to get ready, I thought a shower was obvious" she chuckles, taking some fries from the pile on the table. "Not my faulsh you didn'sh ashk" she tries to retort, the clumsy mouthful of fries quickly making it ard to speak. Paul merely rolls his eyes in response, shooting me and Sarah a look in search of support.
"Shoulda asked" Sarah mumbles, dragging her bean bag closer to the table. "I mean I wouldn't have, but still."
"Oh come on, seriously?" Paul cries playfully, eliciting only a shrug from Sarah. He turns to me, a pleading look in his eyes. "You're on my side right Jordyn?" he asks, pleading with someone to agree with him. I feel my heart flutter as bit, my body responding to the rather handsome young man addressing it.
"I...well..." I mutter, reaching into the bag in my lap to grab one of the burgers.
"Oh she doesn't get a vote" Chelsea says, wrapping an arm around my narrow shoulder. "You've bribed her, the poor thing" she coos in an overly dramatic tone, raising her free hand to her forehead so though to swoon or faint. I tense up slightly, feeling something warm and soft press against my arm as Chelsea drapes herself over me. My heart skips a beat as I quickly realize it's her bust, the large unrestrained breasts pressing against my arm as the slender boney limb sinks into the pliant flesh.
"I...what do you..." Paul blurts out in shock, only to be cut off by a nervously giggling Sarah.
"You brought food" Sarah explains, her voice still sounding like she's half-asleep.
"I brought everyone..." Paul begins to interject, again being cut off and outplayed by a sleepy Sarah despite her dream-like state.
"Then no of us count, so don't worry about it" she explains, her weird argument having a humorous amount of logic to it.
There is a pregnant pause as we all kind of just look at Sarah for a moment, the tiny girl blushing scarlet at being the center of attention. Raising the burger to my mouth and taking a bite I begin to giggle, the others soon following as we return to just focusing on the food before it gets cold.
I immediately recognize the shitty grease mess of meat in my mouth, this level of hangover and artery-clogging satisfaction only coming for the one and only Jack's Grill. I hadn't eaten there in years, the place being the nearly exclusive domain of college students and young folks in the middle of a break-up or hangover. Despite knowing how terrible it is for me, how awful it technically tasted, I revel in the calorie-laden greasy mess as I lose myself to the desires of my tired hungry body.
The time flies by without me even noticing, my flat taut belly bulging ever so slightly as I devour the plethora of burgers and fries Paul had purchased. I lean back in bliss, finding Chelsea still draped over me as we both lay in terrible fried food heaven.
Sarah slumps over her bean bag, her eyes closed as her glasses slide ever so slightly towards the end of her nose. Paul, thankfully, leans over to nudge her awake, sending the tiny girl scrambling to sit up and to save her glasses.
"We should..." Paul begins to say, slapping his thighs as he stands up.
"Get changed" Sarah mutters, slowly standing up as she stretches out for lithe 5'3" form. She quickly tries to air out her tent of a shirt, curling her nose slightly as something pleasing wracks her senses.
Chelsea too takes a little inhale, her nose flaring as she rests her head on my shoulder, smirking a little bit as she pushes her up off of me and to her feet.
"And shower" she chirps, rolling her head around and stretching her legs. "Should we all tell Paul when we plan to shower? Did we decide on..."
"Fuck off" Paul says with a chuckle, quickly cleaning up the wrappers and remaining fries into one of the bags. "I get it, I get it. Okay, so meet back...here?" he asks, looking between the rest of us.
"Do we have it booked?" I ask finally joining the conversation to some degree. While it had been a while since I was in college I didn't think the practice of booking the multimedia rooms would ever go out of style. Paul snaps his fingers, pointing at me as his eyes go wide.
"Good point. Cinema room?" he asks with an inquisitive tilt to his head. "Cinema room? Cinema room?" he continues, looking at the other two.
"Do we really need that place?" Chelsea asks, folding her arms over her chest. "It's so...not cozy, and it was soooooo cold in there last night when we..."
"It has a bigger screen, surround sound..." Paul states, trying to mount an argument in favor of the bigger room. As he thinks of the next point a nervous smile spreads across his lip, his gaze turning more to me. "It has no windows either, complete priva..."
"Okay" chirps a suddenly wide awake Sarah, her cheeks appearing a little rosier than before. "I'm in."
"One for cinema room, two for cinema room. Jordyn?" Paul calls out, sounding more like an auctioneer than a college student.
"I suppose" I say with a little shrug, feeling the subtle weights on my chest bounce with the motion. "I think that'll be fine."
"Three for cinema room!" Paul declares, pulling out his phone from his waistcoat pocket as he begins to tap away at the screen.
"Urgh...fine..." Chelsea groans, walking towards the door. "But I get to pick the first movie" she states, opening the door and leaving. Before the door closes Paul looks up at her, racing to the door himself.
"Wait, what? No way are you getting to pick the first thing Ms. No Dubs, you have awful..." he calls out, his voice getting suddenly cut off by the door closing as the soundproofing does its work.
There is another pause, Sarah's face growing redder as she shuffles over to me like some adorable bizzaro Violet Beauredgarde. She keeps sniffing at herself, fiddling with the baggy D&D shirt as it clings to the sweat from the previous night.
"I...last night was fun..." Sarah mumbles, her voice practically a whisper. Her hands wringing in front of her, her fingers fiddling with the hem of the shirt turned blanket. "Thanks for coming."
I pause for a second, not remembering anything about the night before beyond what I had read in the little black book. Deciding to lean into things I wrap an arm around her shoulder, enjoying still being taller than most of those around me.
"Don't worry about it" I chirp, relishing my sweet soft voice. "I had the best time with my twin" I chuckle, pulling her closer to me and into a hug. Sarah squeaks for a second, her face burying into my shoulder and partially into my chest. Her face begins to burn crimson, her own arms flailing for a second as she struggles to work out what to before wrapping them around me as well.
"I...well..." Sarah stammers, struggling to articulate herself. She also takes a deep breath, trying to center her thoughts and calm down, only to wince a bit. "Stink..." she murmurs, pulling away. "I mean me! Not you! Well, you kind of...but it's..." she blurts out, anxiety gripping her and leaving her rambling.
She suddenly races towards the door, leaving behind a pair of black sneakers and white socks as she bolts out the door.
I'm left chuckling to myself as she races out, though my laughter doesn't last long. Once I'm alone in the sweaty funky room I can finally get a whiff of myself, the strange odor being different than before but still smelling fairly rank.
Dropping to the couch I put on my socks and shoes, shuddering as I feel my delicate feet slide into the drenched sweaty socks. I make sure to snatch up Sarah's discarded shoes, not wanting the poor thing to lose them, before grabbing the little black book and heading towards the door.
"Room, shower, book" I mutter, making a rough plan as I step out into the building at large. "Gotta clear my head, and work this out"
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