This choice: Out the window, she sees that Allison lost at Beer Pong. Again. • Go Back...Chapter #6Out the window, she sees that Allison lost at B... by: Apollo   Even Jen had to smile, albeit wryly, at the sight out the window. There was a part of her that accepted it was just a massive unlucky streak, but there had to be more to it. There had to be another reason Allison kept finding herself here. Regardless, the conundrum could wait. It was party time. Jen stuck her head out and joined the chants:
"NA-KED LAP! NA-KED LAP! NA-KED LAP!"
Once Allison's heart-shaped behind was out of sight, reason returned to Jen. Her bandmate was dressed in only a pair of heels and a hair tie. Last time this happened, the rest of the drummer's clothes wandered off. And this time, a different pink-haired bastard was hanging around somewhere.
Ally's priority one, Jen thought. First, I gotta find her clothes.
Getting into Allison's head was easy for Jen. A spot between the party and the lap's route would be too risky, they'd be hidden from casual glances, and close to a landmark. Without hesitating Jen crossed the crowded party house and entered the backyard. Kegs, Pong table, four weirdos she recognized from Allison's social media presence, and several bushes in a row. The bassist nearly doubled over as she scanned the row.
And she wonders why her clothes vanished, Jen mused.
The lights had been turned on to let Allison and company see what they were doing. A consequence of that was it made it effortless to see one bush decorated with black lace. Jen walked over to that particular bush and, sure enough, found the rest of the pink-haired girl's clothes. Already seeing how this could go wrong, Jen began to gather her friend's gear.
"Can I help you?" a voice called.
Jen turned around and craned her head up to meet a pair of blue eyes. The scorn in them only aided the intimidation of his body language. Only under that gaze did it occur to her how this would look.
"Relax, Phil," a shorter Asian boy said. "That's Jen. She and Ally play together."
"Uh, sorry. I don't really listen to Punk. That's more Ike's thing."
Jen shrugged. "To each their own. And at least I'm not the only one who wants her clothes safe."
"Oh no," Isaac said. "You are definitely alone there. Phil just wants a reward for guardin them more. But do me a favor: hide over by the patio door."
Jen chuckled as she followed Isaac's instructions. It was clear now why Allison liked this group.
As if on cue, the distinctive clicking of high heels on pavement grew louder. It was soon replaced by the rustling grass and a blur of pink and bronze bolting behind the shrubs. Seconds later, the dyed mane emerged over the foliage, everything below Allison's neck still hidden away.
"Where! Are! My clothes!" she grumbled.
Joining Isaac in chuckling was a big-breasted blonde. A muscular guy with dark skin seemed to be lamenting the turn of events. Yet Phil, like a boyscout, pointed over to Jen. The bassists restrained giggles turned into a full-blown laugh attack. At least Allison's face softened upon seeing her stuff.
"Just wanted to see you sweat!" Jen called as she ran over.
Allison snatched her clothes back. "Not funny."
As Allison redressed, Jen exchanged pleasantries with her bandmate's friends, including George and Emily.
"There, we're all friends now," Allison said as she emerged fully clothed. "So what brings ya back here, Jen? Joinin me to help get the boys naked?"
In a different time, under different circumstances, Jen would have eagerly agreed. All three of Allison's male companions were total eye candy to the raven-haired beauty. And it would have been child's play working with Phil. Despite the impressive rack poorly contained by Emily's halter top, his eyes were bulging out at the bulges in Jen's corset. However...
"Not a good idea," she said. "Not if we gotta shed our clothes, too."
"We only 'gotta' if we lose."
"Better we not gamble. Zack's lurking around here."
"Who the fuck invited that asshole?"
"Who the fuck invited half of these people? The point is he's here."
"Damn!" Allison turned to her drinking buddies. "Sorry guys. Beer Pong's out."
"Good riddance!" George said. "But now what do we do? Only Ally got a buzz goin."
"We can still play a game. It's just gotta be somethin that lets us girls keep our clothes on," Jen said. "Any ideas?"
George shrugged. "I don't think it'll matter if Phil ain't ever gonna look you in the eye!"
"Huh? What?"
"Case and point. So-"
"Sounds like we need a game of dirty Straight Face," Emily said. "That'll get him lookin elsewhere."
"Wait, how strictly dressed we talkin?" Isaac chimes in. "You only said clothes on, not on properly. If we can scrounge up a tablecloth, how about Smile?"
"Or, back to my original suggestion, we mingle over a game of Century Club. Not a lot of focus needed there and we all get shit-faced."
"I vote Jen decides," Allison says. "What do you feel like?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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