Plucked, waxed, polished and shone to perfection. The torture finally ended. Bex called this a makeover but it was blown out of proportions and unnecessarily long. She spun me around by my shoulders. "Done, and you're my best masterpiece yet." She beamed, looking at me in the mirror over my shoulder.

Wow, look at you hawt stuff. Miss Priss fluttered her lashes.

It had been a long time since I had been this dolled up, and Bex had delved very deep into the darkest corners of my closet, but I am impressed.

Bex kept my makeup light and natural, only accentuating my long lashes and lips with a glimmering red to match my red glitter heels. My dress was white and skin tight with a plunging neckline, but Bex added a black leather jacket to tone down the sexy.

"So what do you think?" she jumped on the spot clapping her hands like a kid.

I love it. "It's okay," I said giving her a reserved smile.

She eyed me sternly. "I need to go get dressed, don't you dare ruin this," she warned, motioning to me in general with a large circular wave of her hands.

"I'm not a child," I huffed at her remark, making my way to the kitchen.

She leaped to intercept me. "Don't you dare go into the kitchen with that white dress," she pushed me back and down onto the sofa, "you always make a mess in there." She started backing away slowly holding her hands out to me. "Stay," she said like I was some dog.

I glared at her and crossed my hands over my chest. "Oh, that's good, you should do that tonight when we meet some cute boys," she said with a smile.

I pulled a weird face at her "Do what?" I asked.

"The crossing your arms thing, it makes your boobs look good just don't pull that face, or do, whatever, it's not like they would be looking at your face anyway," she said still backing away, she knew she was on thin ice.

"Good grief, Rebecca, why are you always in the gutter?" I yelled throwing a scatter cushion at her.

She squealed like a pig, spun around and made a dash for her room laughing all the way. I sat waiting in the spot she left me in, like a good girl.

I am bored. Miss Priss huffed.

I sighed in agreement but didn't want to risk getting up. My thoughts started to drift and out of curiosity I crossed my arms and stared down at my boobs.

Miss Priss shrugged, she was right the girls do look good.

And then, I lifted my butt off the sofa and sashayed to the mirror. I spent a good few minutes making duck faces and checking myself out before it hit me square in the chest.

What am I thinking? I can't go out like this. I will draw too much attention to myself and I don't know if I can deal with all the drama, the catty stares or the pesky men.

"Melia," Bex yelled, strutting out of her room all dressed in whore couture. "Are you freaking out again?" she asked as soon as she saw me.

I shook my head. "No," my voice came out in a squeak, "you look nice," I changed the topic.

Bex raised her eyebrows at me. "Nice?" she looked herself up and down, "Babe, I look banging, just like you." She gave a little twirl before she walked over to me, nose in the air.

She did look banging with her super tight skinny jeans, silver glittery crop top and thigh-high boots. She was flawless like usual and going out with her always drew a lot of attention.

"You were freaking out just now, you always do but in the end..." she poked my shoulder urging me to finish her sentence.

I smacked her hand away. "Alright, in the end, I always have fun and let out the party monster that I know lives in me deep, deep down," I rushed out in a monotone.

"And..." she twirls her hand at me to keep going with our secret pre-party pledge that she made me recite every time she managed to talk me into this.

"And, I solemnly swear to not mention Gabriel once throughout the entire night. I promise to smile, behave and swallow my alcoholic drinks instead of tossing them over my shoulder in an attempt to fool you," I finished rolling my eyes.

She tripled on the spot before flinging her arms around me. "Yeah!" Her enthusiasm was contagious and I finally relaxed in her arms and smiled.

What's the worst that could happen?

We left our inhibitions at the door as we stepped out into the night, excitement buzzed all around us. We were going to paint this city a hot neon pink and watch the sun come up.

Thirty minutes later we walked into one of Bex's favourite clubs, already high on life. I was feeding off her energy as I managed an actual smile at the bouncer. Inside bright lights pulsed to the beat of the loud music and a sea of bodies gyrated and shook like they were being electrocuted on the dance floor.

She took us to the zoo! Miss Priss yelled in my head.

I swallowed hard trying to hold on to my smile, but I think the more I forced it the weirder it looked. Bex grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the bar with a playful spring in her step. She smiled at me over her shoulder clearly in her element.

Someone needs to put some of these monkeys back in their cages, that or you should find a banana and see if we can capture one as a pet. Miss Priss eyed some of the crazed people dancing on the tables.

I smiled at my inner thoughts while being dragged like a ragdoll through the sweaty bodies. We reached the bar, and thank goodness, I needed a few shots to survive this.

"Two slippery nipples, one sex on the beach and one slow comfortable screw up against the wall," Bex yelled loudly at the bartender with a wink causing many male heads to turn and stare at us with new interest.

I stared at her with wide eyes. "What the hell did you just order us?" I asked curiously.

She giggled at me flipping her blue hair over her shoulder. "It's good, trust me," she said. Yeah right, I heard that before.

"I bet," I remarked with sarcasm dripping off my every word.

The bartender placed two shots and two large cocktails on the bar in front of us. "Just put it on my tab, big boy." She winked at the poor guy. She then turned to me with excitement. "Here," she pushed one of the shots towards me, "one slippery nipple," she giggled as she said that.

I frowned taking the shot then bravely threw the slippery nipple down my throat. I was surprised, it was actually good, how they came up with these names were beyond me.

Bex slammed the empty shot glass back down on the counter with a smack of her lips. "Okay which do you prefer?" she asked pointing at the two cocktails.

I made a dramatic hand gesture. "You mean do I want it on the beach or up against the wall?" I asked sarcastically.

Bex wiggled her brows at me in confirmation.

"Well then, I guess I will go for the more exotic option and say the beach," I answered pleased with my decision.

Really, the beach? Do you want sand in your hoo-ha? Miss Priss gave me a pointed look crossing her legs.

A few shots and several cocktails later, I was the most pleasant person you could possibly imagine. My feet were sore from dancing in these heels so I thought it smart to position myself on the countertop, in the middle of the bar, dealing out life advice to all the people buying their alcoholic beverages around me.

Bex was here, there, and everywhere. She was like some energized bunny leaving a wake of broken hearts as far as she went. Right in the middle of a very dramatic story, I was busy telling two guys and all who was willing to listen, I looked up from my thrown on the bar.

It was him.

His golden hair messily styled, his laugh lines perfectly framing his smile.

Gabriel Aims.

I felt hopeless, my airway constricted as I sat staring at him with a slack jaw. He walked in with a group of friends all laughing and goofing around. His eyes briefly flashed to me but there was no sign of recognition in them.

My heart dropped and bounced off the dirty bar floor, he didn't even recognize me. Tears started to sting my eyes and I hastily hopped off the bar in a desperate search for Bex. I shouldn't be left unsupervised right now.

I drank way more than I thought. I swayed unsteadily on my feet blinking to keep my vision from blurring. I felt wrong, my pulse was racing and a cold sweat covered my brow. "Bex," I called out feeling dizzy.

The last thing I remembered before everything turned black was a strong pair of arms wrapping around me, catching my fall.

A male voice spoke in my ear, "I hope you didn't fall for me."

Gabriel Aims ^^