"Come on! We're going to be late as it is!"
"Whose party is it again?", I asked.
"One of the interns – Amanda, I think", Gina answered.
I left my papers where they were and grabbed my bag. "Did you get directions?"
"We have to pass my apartment on the way, so meet me there in 15 minutes."
I remembered the last time I was with Gina and James. The flash-backs made me wince. "We'll take my car."
I arrived at Gina's place 5 minutes late. I knocked on the door. She opened it quickly.
"Hey! You ready?", she asked.
"Yep, let's go."
We headed to my car. "Where's James?"
"He's visiting his parents", she said.
"He's not coming with you?."
"Not this time."
Reluctantly, I unlocked the doors, and we got it.
I asked, "Is Michelle coming?"
"Yeah, we have to pick her up at her place. Do you remember where it is?"
I took a deep breath, "Yeah, let's get going...we're already going to be out late tonight."
As we headed off, I asked, "How do you know Michelle?"
"She use to live in my building."
"Has she always been this insane?"
"Yeah...we have a love/hate relationship. She's fun to be around, but she can get crazy sometimes."
I looked at her with a comical expression, "Just like you."
She laughed and put in a Kittie CD. Gina liked hard rock.
Arriving at Michelle's apartment, I began to get a little nervous. Gina turned down the music, and called her cell phone to let her know we were waiting for her outside. Soon, she was walking through the entrance to her building.
Goddammit, she was hot. Tonight, she was wearing a beige skirt, those wrap-up-your calf canvas heels and a very low-cut top. She must have been around 5'8"...maybe 145 lbs. Very cute, very sexy...but with curves. She definitely jiggled a little when she walked, and it turned me on immediately.
Gina on the other hand, seemed to be only kneecaps and elbows. But she was just as sexy to me.
It had been only a few weeks since our first encounter, the night we found Michelle fucking some stranger in the parking lot, and I was still not over it. Michelle opened the back door, and got in. Gina opened her passenger door and got out. She opened the other back door and slid inside.
"Hey, you gonna leave me up here all alone?", I asked.
"We have some things to discuss", Gina said smiling.
Michelle leaned forward, reached around the seat and pinched my right nipple, "How you been?"
I flinched, grabbed her hand and pushed it away, "Just fine, and you?"
She ignored my question and laughed. We headed for the interstate.
As soon as we were on our way, the girls began to talk in hushed tones. I could only make out every other word.
"Fuck"..."tonight"..."Sarah"..."redhead"..."guys".
I gave up trying to listen and focused on the road.
We arrived at the intern's apartment complex after a 45 minute drive. Gina pointed to one of the ground floor units, "That's it".
I stopped the car in front of two guys, one short and chunky, one tall and normal looking. He was not as tall as me, but had a little more girth.
I was 6'3", 225lbs. I had played football in high school, and had never quite recovered from the high-carb diet and workouts. I was kind of in the middle, between peak physical condition and the post college weight gain.
We all three got out of the car. I started walking toward the opened apartment door. I nodded to the guys who were smoking cigarettes, both with a bottle of beer in their hands. Expressionless, they nodded back.
I made my way inside Amanda's apartment with Gina and Michelle in tow.
Once inside, Amanda ran up to me excitedly, "You're here!"
She seemed surprised that I'd come. "Yep, sorry we're late, but you live too far from civilization."
"My parents live near by, and they insisted I live near them while in college", she said.
We continued talking for a bit about work, and how she enjoyed her internship. She couldn't wait to graduate...blah blah, woof woof.
She continued talking, but I began to glance around the small apartment. There were two girls sitting together at a small table, smoking weed and drinking what looked like bottles of Alize - a mixture of cognac and fruit juice.
The redhead was pretty attractive. She wore tight white shorts that let you see her underwear when she crossed her legs, a pink top and flip-flops. Her hair was plain and straight, but a very dark read.
The other girl wore too much make-up and similar-looking brown shorts with a tight, white tank-top. She had short, wavy brown hair. She was tan. She reminded me very much of the porn star Bree Olson, but with too much make-up if you can believe it.
Amanda grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the table. Amanda was a little chubby. She seemed very interested in me, and she was a sweet girt. But she was not attractive at all.
"This is Allison", she said, pointing to the redhead. "And this is Sarah".
We exchanged greetings.
Amanda introduced me, "This is one of our managing editors."
Sarah asked, "Would you like a drink?"
"Sure, what do you have?"
"A little bit of everything", she said. She pointed to Amanda's refrigerator. I walked over, opened the door and reviewed the inventory. Alize, Corona, nasty domestic beers, vodka, and plenty of Jack Daniels. I grabbed a Corona.
I turned around to see the other guys walking inside. They seemed to be eying me nervously. Amanda pulled me over to them. "This is Brian", pointing to the short, squatty fellow. "He lives in my apartment complex."
Pointing to the tall chap, "And this is Allison's boyfriend Mark".
She introduced me. I nodded again, reciprocating their cold greeting. Neither guy was especially good-looking. I felt lucky to be the hottest guy in a house full of girls.
Gina and Michelle were sitting on the couch, talking loudly over the music. There was room for one more, so I walked over and sat down. Noticing my approach, they stopped talking and watched me cautiously as I sat next to Gina.
"By all means, pretend I'm not here", I said.
They both giggled and turned toward me. By this time, they both were sharing a joint and a larger, family-sized bottle of Alize.
"Want some?", Michelle asked, reaching over Gina to hand me the bottle of Alize.
I accepted the bottle, "Why not?"
Taking a small sip, my mouth perked as I swallowed the sweet, bitter mix. Though I'd never sampled it before, I knew Alize was a very effective tool for getting girls drunk. Much more effective than watered down wine-coolers.
I handed the bottle back to Gina. At the same time, she passed a joint to me. I accepted and took a long draw.
I took stock of the room again. Sarah and Allison were still sitting at the table, nursing their smaller bottles of Alize. The other guys were standing next to them, with Amanda in the middle chatting away.
Michelle was talking to me, but I wasn't listening. I glanced at the TV...a Real World Seattle rerun was on.
My Corona was barely empty when Amanda brought over a shot of Jack Daniels. I soon noticed everyone had their own small shot glass full of the brown liquid. At her urging, everyone quickly swallowed their measure. I followed.
Gina passed me the joint again. Amanda made the rounds, filling everyone's shot glass.
She did this several more times, and I could feel my first hint of a buzz. I pretended to be engaged in Gina and Michelle's conversation, nodding in approval every once in a while. But honestly, I was bored out of my mind.
After several more shots, jello-shooters and half of another joint. I really began to loosen up.
Soon, I was half drunk, and the weed was starting to do its thing. So much so that I hadn't notice when Amanda left the room.
Later, she emerged from her bedroom with a hand-full of salmon-colored pills. She passed them around. I examined mine. It was X. Everyone knocked one back, with beer and Alize chasers.
I declined, "Amanda, you can have this."
Before Amanda could take it from me, Michelle grabbed it and swallowed it immediately. "Yummy!"
Before I knew it, I was extremely tired. I could hear the muffled tones of everyone in the room. I had given in to regular swallows of Alize, half a dozen more Corona's and 2 or 3 more shots of Jack. It was only 9:45pm, and I was very drunk, and very high.
Through fuzzy eyes, I watched Michelle get up and head toward the bedroom. Gina turned around and looked at me, "Are you OK?".