This choice: ...You're Serious? You Want Aliens? If You Really Want... • Go Back...Chapter #6...You're Serious? You Want Aliens? If You ... by: XMysticEu   "Men." Charlotte grunted, setting down her glass in conjunction with Rebekah and Madeline. "First Mona and now Laura..."
"You know..." Madeline murmured, shooting a wink at Charlotte and letting out a giggle.
"No offense, Maddy, but there's not a chance." Rebekah chuckled, taking another sip of her cider. "I can't imagine how crazy you are in bed!"
"I can show you, anytime you're willing to try out the sexier... sex." Madeline cooed, ignoring the annoyed grunt from Charlotte as she set her hand on the back of Rebekah's with a grin. "How 'bout tonight?"
"Quit it." Charlotte ordered, resting her chin in her palm with a sigh. Lately, every "gal's night out" was like this. It was bad enough when Mona stopped showing up to spend more time with her then-husband. Now, Laura was out too. Sure, Charlotte was happy for the two, but... things got a bit too "flirty" between Madeline and Rebekah. "How's Elizabeth? Still a hardass?"
"Definitely." Madeline sighed, pulling her hand off of Rebekah's. "Wish I could get a deal like Liam's..."
"Emma doesn't want ANOTHER slacker on the payroll, Maddy." Rebekah teased, a mild irritation that, as always, her and Madeline's attempt to "explore" her sexuality was prevented by Charlotte. Not like anything would ever come of it. "You met Claire, right? You two-"
"Not my type." Madeline grunted, gesturing to her own chest.
"Ughhhhhh! Why can't something exciting happen?!" Charlotte shouted, drawing a few confused, possibly disgruntled looks from the other patrons of the pub. "Every chuffing Friday, it's the same shit!!" She shouted even louder, before knocking her head back, drowning the rest of her drink with ease...
Several Hours Later
The trio walked through the park, with varying levels of intoxication. Rebekah, as per usual, was little more than buzzed, her cheeks red but her mind mostly intact. Ever since Mona stopped showing up, she had to be the voice of reason, after all. Madeline was more so, a slight stumble to her step as she giggled every now and again, most of her critical decision making long since gone. Charlotte... she was wiping off a bit of vomit from her chin, the rest of her dinner in a nearby bush. She normally didn't get this drunk, but she was pissed. And she wasn't paying, so why not? Stumbling around, the three heard a strange sound coming from off the path, a strange, glow emerging from behind a tree...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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