well be there in 10 minutes!
Rebecca stared at her phone the same way that she would stare at her wall, with an aimless, almost bored, smolder in her eyes. Her thumb tapped against the screen a few times, pressing into the message above where she told her friends she'd be ready in a rich blue bubble. A few emoji popped up as her phone buzzed in her hands, kisses and smiles that let her know that the entire entourage was coming along. She halfheartedly sent one in kind before gently tossing her phone on her desk.
She stretched her back out and raised her hands up, her head tilting back not long after so she could see her fingernails, alternating red and green. She didn't know how she let herself get roped into this, and her friends better have known just how lucky they were that there wasn't any homework she could use to excuse herself and that she made her replacement Kindle a Christmas present for herself. There wasn't an excuse that she could use to get herself away from her friends' wishes for once.
Her phone buzzed. It was some random notification from her TikTok, but she flicked it away as soon as she saw it. She then scrolled upward, quickly recapping all that she needed to know about what was happening tonight, that there was some Christmas party at some club that she didn't know the name of and that she needed only her identification because ladies got in for free or something like that, littered with enough champagne glass emoji to warn her that she'd probably end up being designated driver. She didn't mind; if anything, it brought her some ease that she didn't need to worry about that.
She scrolled up a bit more, and found the moment when her friends asked if she wanted to go.
sure
!!!!!
no way ur serious becca
omg your actually going??
Rebecca couldn't help but let the smallest of smiles form on her face in amusement; it truly was something out of character and she couldn't help but get a small kick out of seeing their shock. It wasn't necessarily the kind of thing that she'd usually think of doing, but it probably beat staring at her walls trying to find some way to kill this overly-long December night.
Perhaps it was for the better for her to get out and at least try something new.
It wasn't like it wasn't her first time clubbing with her friends; every so often when there truly was nothing better to do and she couldn't find an interesting video essay or relevant research article that interested her she'd throw her caution to the wind and slip on something more casual and take a few hours out of her day to relax. Hell, there were even times where she would dance around with her friends and share some laughs and it felt like at times that she was truly enjoying herself in the moment, even if the lingering awkwardness she felt from being at the club left some inhibitions holding her back. Those inhibitions were never cut with alcohol; sometimes it felt like she went mainly to serve as a designated driver for her friends, but it was always somewhat enjoyable.
Plus, if any of the stuff that she heard from her friends were true, Christmas parties tended to have some pretty hot studs at them.
Of course, she didn't really make mention of it; she honestly wasn't sure if the existence of her libido or bigfoot would be more shocking to her friends. It did linger in the back of her mind, though, the possibility that tonight would be the night where she would be able to experience some of the club stories that she had heard about. It would definitely be a good way to relax after some particularly grueling midterms, including one that she feared she might have been placed second overall in a class. To be in the arms of a hot stranger who cared about none of that and let her succumb to pure, unrelenting bliss was a heaven to her.
It, also like heaven, she believed she'd see only after she was dead; even if she put all her effort into it and made herself the best woman she could be for it, she wasn't sure if that was enough for her to see it, either.
Her typical designated driver status typically disqualified her from looking too much at the guys who were clubbing with her and her friends, but even if Dani took one for the team, would Rebecca even find someone? She knew that there were plenty of people who didn't go to school with her and that it wasn't a fair assessment to make, but there was something deep inside of her that made her believe that her designated driver status fit perfectly for her for reasons other than her aversion to alcohol.
Study groups and especially Tinder were to blame.
Most of the time, study groups were pretty easy: just corral herself with her friends and call it a day. That would work for groups of four, but sometimes there were groups of five or even six and she'd meet some friend of her friends, usually a decent-looking guy who had good grades and could work at the clip that her friends could. Nothing usually came from it, but every so often they'd have a guy who let his gaze linger on her a bit longer than usual and sometimes she'd be asked to lunch with a friend right near them so she couldn't say no that easily. From there things usually devolved and they'd end up having a good conversation and by the middle of the afternoon they'd be in a bedroom where the lunch was longer than the sex.
Tinder was even worse. She made an account-of course-on a dare, and got flooded with messages of all sorts that completely overwhelmed her. Most of them didn't even get a reply from her, and those that did usually steered the conversation so poorly that dating was easier with the study groups despite just how much fewer people there were in that dating pool. Even among those that fell through the cracks, the best she could do was pasty losers that somehow thought that bringing up that she was Asian every thirty seconds was good dirty talk who'd only last for ten minutes before cumming and giving some satisfied smirk like the creampie that leaked out of her was some sort of personal trophy.
To hear that each of her friends had hour-long sessions where they enjoyed it entirely sounded more bullshit than how they probably interpreted her having a sex drive to be. To hear that one of them fucked for five straight hours she only could believe because someone else was there to verify it when she walked into a dorm by mistake. She couldn't put her finger on why, but it made her jealous. It was also the real reason why she wanted to go clubbing with them; designated driver be damned, she wanted to have a small taste of what that fleeting pleasure could have been like and sate that envy before it got too out of hand.
She got out of her chair and looked herself down in the mirror, examining her slightly loose Santa dress. Her choice of clothes hid most of her admittedly slender body, her modest chest barely filling out the top and her wide hips filling out the bottom nicely; she was thankful that her dress went down to her mid-thigh, at least hiding the lack of gap and the slightest tease of a hip dip. Perhaps she could have gotten something a bit tighter to show off her waist and how small it was, but she couldn't dare bring that much attention to herself. Hell, it felt weird judging how the dress fit on her.
The dress' scarlet tone was a nice contrast from her tannish complexion and a nice compliment to her choice of lipstick. Her furrowed her eyebrows at her earrings, small plaid bows that she only wore because they were cheap and seasonal. She brought a hand to a strand of hair that broke her squared fringe and tucked it behind her ear, the jingling already starting to become noise. She brought her hand behind her head and combed through her ponytail, seeking any imperfections through her straight black locks and finding nothing. She tilted her head slightly and gave a small smile, but the impatient and inattentive smolder in her dark, foxy eyes betrayed her expression no matter how full and red-lacquered her lips were. Perhaps being the designated driver would be the better move for tonight; she certainly looked the role.
