It was a gloomy cold evening in November. Russel and his friends; Fred, Miles, Chelsea, Nina, and Fred's sister -- Nicole sat on the left corner in a bar. They were drunk, but still, their eyes were as clear as they could be on a summer day. If anyone in the gang was too much drunk, it would be Nina. She drank like a giant on that particular evening.
It was supposed to be a send-off party for Nicole, who is moving to London for a job as a fashion shopper, whatever that is. Nicole wasn't particularly close with all of Fred's friends. She'd now and then have had a chat and went shopping with Chelsea. But with Nina, they had the void between them. It was not there the entire time, they were friends, the closest one when they were young when they both went to the same school.
Regardless of Nicole being three years elder, they had an unusually close bond. But when Nicole graduated, Nina was a freshman in the same college. She'd known Fred and Nicole for the longest. And during the college years, especially during the sophomore year, Fred introduced Nina to Russell and Miles.
Russell was a handsome guy, tall, with pale grey eyes that made him look like a sea creature in the night. Russel was with Julie in the sophomore year. It didn't end well for him with Julia later on. The moment, Russell saw Nina, he had a fling, a crush on her, her coral lips, her supple blue eyes, her silky, soft, pale skin. Her petite body and her wavy brown hair. He wasn't sure if she felt the same. He hoped she did. But No. She didn't, and Russell knew it.
Miles considered himself as a stud back in the college days, (Now, all were in different direction scattered miles away from where they are. Nicole's send-off party united them.) Miles was a stud in a way. He managed his way around the girls. He's flirting technique worked with few girls and even with luck, he managed to get under a few girls pants. In that case, he had a thing for Nina when he'd met her. Russell and Fred knew. But not Chelsea.
Chelsea came into their life a little later than everyone. Russell, Miles, and Fred shared their flat. Nicole stayed with them for a few months during her senior year. But she felt a little uncomfortable. And she moved out with Nina and Chelsea. Although they lived in the same apartment, the girl's flat was on the third floor, and the boys were on the fourth floor. It was a a beautiful apartment overlooking the Tennessee River and one could even look at the bridge from the roof.
Chelsea was tall, lean. The boys wished she never wore a tight tee-shirt without a bra because her tits were so firm and perky all the time. It stole their attention every time she did that. And she did that a lot.
All the boys and girls in the gang were 22 except for Nicole. She was 26 when she attended her send-off party. They were tired, and they wanted to go back to Chelsea's flat. She's the only one still living in the same city where they all went to the same college, lived under the same roof, more or less. And went to parties like one solid squad. They were drunk enough, not too much, they still felt sober enough to drive. At least, Fred felt that way.
Nicole was wearing a purple midi dress with a big V neck on them. It was too much, and it showed too much of her healthy breast. What's worse is that she wasn't wearing any bra underneath and the cold evening helped with her perky nipples to get hard and pointy. Fred tried to ignore it as much as possible while
Russell and Miles couldn't just try ignoring it.
Chelsea was wearing a greyish blue body-con dress that hugged her figure perfectly so well. In that dress, her waist and breast were exquisite. But that kept the boys away from staring. It didn't reveal anything.
Nina wore a pink party wear that reached her knees. She wore a bra. Russell could see the outline of it. His eyes were grand telescope compared to miles and Fred's eyes. She covered most of her perfect body, caught less attention in that gang. But to Russell and Miles, she looked gorgeous. But they couldn't help but stare at Nicole's cleavage and pointy tips. For Fred, Chelsea looked like a divine sight and she was one.
Each has its perspectives and preferences. But the boys there, all had the same problem - Nicole's eye-catching cleavage and nip show.
After some time of heavy resistance, Fred decided to let go of the Q-tip and stared at Nicole's cleavage - His sister's breast. What type of sick bastard am I? He thought, but that didn't change his mind or action.
They all stood up to leave, finally. But Nina was beyond the point. She sat there menacing for more drink, more vodka especially.
'Nina,' Nicole called, putting her hand on her left shoulder from behind. 'Let's go. I have two bourbons in my car, we'll have that at home. Now let's go honey.' She grabbed her arms. Nina grabbed Nicole's wrist over her arms. Nina kissed the palm of Nicole's hand.
They all saw this, and it felt weird. But not as much as Nicole.
'Liar,' Nina said. It shook up Nicole. 'You're trying to lie like you did last time. Aren't you? Liar.'
Nicole's face reddened. They thought that she was going to cry any minute now. But she didn't. She was embarrassed. Yes. Fred moved his sister away from there, throwing a gaze at Russell. He nodded.
Chelsea tried confronting her. Nina was so drunk and delirious. She blabbered about mike. Chelsea's effort remained in vain. Miles didn't take his turn, instead, he let Russell speak to her, which he did.
'Nina,' he called her softly, she was so cute when she was drunk, thought Russell. He sat beside her on the chair, took her hand in his. 'Let's go home.'
Nina pulled her hands away and slapped him on his left cheek. The ring on her hand made a red mark. Seeing this, miles pulled back.
'Good luck with her man.' miles said and went out with Chelsea. Russell was hoping for some backup, yet he knows that he won't be getting any from his friends. From the goons and cops? Yes, any minute now.
'Nina...' Russell said and stopped. He didn't know what more to say that could convince her in that wasted state. He took her hands again. 'Please let's go.'
Her eyes welled up with tears and her face went red. She was on the verge of crying out loud. She didn't hold back. One drop fell from her eyes, then came pouring the rest of the tears and words from her heart. Only Russell didn't understand anything she said.
She leaned forward and cried over his shoulders. He hugged her back, patted and rubbed her back.
'It's all right. Everything will be all right,' he said in his comforting tone. His cheeks ached by her slap. He didn't mind now. He helped her to her feet and guided her to his car. His friends were waiting outside the bar.
