you and me, and a bottle of tequila . kiah . blitz

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The invitation had come during the first period, buried in hushed whispers amongst restless students.

Darla had been snagged by her sleeve and pulled into the mess, her smile as bright and excited as the rest of her classmates. The notion of a beach party was a welcome one. Firstly, Darla loved the beach, she felt inclined to spend more time within the waters of the ocean than on land. Secondly, she really fucking loved to party.

And who better to drag along than Evie?

Her smile was glued to her lips as she skipped down the halls, skirt flowing around her as she greeted each of the familiar faces. A few of the boys waved at her and she responded in kind, fingers twinkling as she hurried over to her best friend. Starting early in the morning was the best course of action. Darla estimated that between now and the start of the party she could wear her down enough to get her to accept.

She had always been good at that. “Evieeeee,” she called in a sing-song voice, planting herself against the lockers beside her friend. “We’ve got plans for tonight, so scrub away any studying you’d set for yourself.”

She had a terrible habit of demanding Evie’s full attention, more times than note with disregard to her best friend’s own desires. It was never out of malice or cruelness, just misguided by the belief that she thought she was helping.

“Me and you, a bottle of tequila, and a beach party,” she sighed dreamily, turning her gaze to the yellow-tinted ceiling of the school. Then, all in one moment she turned her attention back to Evie, leaning forwards and fluttering her eyelashes as she smiled; the devil on her lips.

“Whadaya say?”

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She fights a yawn, her eyes tearing, her mouth struggling against the urge to just rip it open and to succumb to her bodies desire. But after another moment she gives in, sucking in a huge huff of air as the relief of the action washes over her. Damn, I was tired. Mouth closing she shakes her head, forcing herself to focus. The effects are short lived, her mind kissed by the temptation of taking a well deserved nap-

“Evieeeee,” a sing song voice that she would recognise anywhere chases away the temptation. Evie almost finds herself pouting, she could have gone for a nap. Her friend, oblivious to her sleepiness, chats on telling her about plans they were going to embark on that night. “Me and you, a bottle of tequila, and a beach party." Lips twisted up in a cheeky grin she looks up at her threw battered eyelashes.

There would be no escaping this one, she thinks that glint of determination that shone in her friends eyes was a beacon. A beacon that screamed: The only answer I will be accepting is YES.

“Whadaya say?”

Evie rolled her eyes at Darla, closing her lockers as she leaned back against it. She had planned to have an early night, this mornings training having cooked her. But as she looked at Darla, and that devilish grin she knew that there was no way on the face of this earth that she would accept that excuse. If she wanted to or not, she would be dragged along to that beach, surrounded by her friends, booze and a bonfire.

To most this would be appealing, but Evie hated social events. Her ability to speak full coherent sentences seemed to disappear in large groups and she is left stumbling over her words.

But maybe, just maybe, she should push her boundaries.

And just maybe, if she agreed now, then she would have time for a nap.  

"O... Okay. I'll go," she says, rolling on the lockers to face Darla and her face which danced with surprise. "Surprise, I can be spontaneous, you know, sometimes," she teased.

Tonight she would let go of her control. Step outside her comfort zone- after a much deserved siesta.

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“What?”

Darla’s eyes widened and she reached forward, clasping Evie’s face between the palms of her hands.

“Who the fuck are you and what have you done to my best friend?” She exclaimed, staring Evie in the eyes. She was shocked, completely, and utterly flabbergasted that Evie Harlow would agree so readily to an event like a beach party.

It was unheard of!

It took hours and hours of hard work to convince Evie to make an appearance, and even then, it was limited to a certain timeframe. Once she was tired, they would leave unless Darla could get a few drinks her first, to loosen her up. She let go, frowning as she pushed herself off of the lockers. Her gaze travelled up and down her friends, confusion obvious on her face as she took a step back.

“What do you mean you can be spontaneous?” That was a big fat lie, right? Darla knew how to lie, but she hesitated, nothing obvious in Evie’s eyes or on her face, no signs of deception. She was joking right? Pulling Darla’s leg. The next minute she’d start laughing and say it was all a joke and everything would go back to normal. Then Darla could begin the process of convincing Evie to come to the party.

A few more minutes of silence went between them as Darla expectantly waited for Evie to tell her she was joking. Evie said nothing, earnestly grinning at her with her dumb face.

She pouted, turning away from Evie as she hiked her handbag higher up her shoulder. Half the fun of going to a party was trying to convince Evie to come along. She felt a little insulted, like a prized treasure, had been stolen from her. This was no fun, there was no joy and excitement in just going on with her day without teasing and annoying Evie.

“You’ve ruined my fun,” she sulked, folding her arms over her chest as she led the way to their next class. Her eyebrows remained knitted in a tight frown; pout glued to her lips as she refused to look at Evie. Now, what was she supposed to do? Just go on with her day like normal?

How boring.

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Suddenly Evie face is sandwiched between Darlas hands as her friend exclaims her surprise. “Who the fuck are you and what have you done to my best friend?” She asked, searching Evie's eyes for the girl that she had known most her life, not this stranger that seemed to be standing before her. Tempted to whack away her best friends hands, she smiles, immensely enjoying the look of shocked that danced on Darlas face.

It was not easy task for Evie to truely shock her. Having known each other most our lives, it was hard to do something that would genuinely cause the other to take a second glance. Usually Darla was the one doing the surprising. Always having Evie on the edge of her seat, ready to step in if things went too far.

She was genuinely surprised about how much she liked the feeling of satisfaction that surged through her at her friends reaction. It was her turn to keep Darla on her toes. Confusion Blossoms on Darla's face, hands slipping from her face, eyeing her suspiciously. She didn't believe her. It's was too easy, she must be thinking as they stood in comfortable silence, watching students and teachers pass up and down the halls around them.

Siren blares and Darla turns to her, pouting, mumbling about Evie ruining her fun. Arms folding themselves dower her chest she leads them down the hall to their next class. Evie clasps her books in her hands whacking them on her friends head playfully. "Quit your sulking," she huffs moving to walk beside her. "Its not a good look. You look like one of those children who just got told they weren't allowed to have dessert after dinner."

Entering the she takes a seat at one of the tables at the back of the room, Darla taking the spot beside her. "And yes, I can be spontaneous. Im a true jack in the box, fucking unpredictable," she grins, rolling her eyes. Darla was right, most of the time Evie was more predictable than the sun rising each morning.

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Darla’s pout lasted all of a further five seconds before it dropped. She grinned, turning around to whack the book Evie had used to smack her on the head. It hadn’t been that hard, but she faked a cry of dramatic pain, rubbing the spot on her head as if it was tender.

“Evieeee that hurt!” She exclaimed, grabbing her own book and spinning to smack Evie on the ass. The resonating sound of book on butt filled the air. Darla giggled, twirling out of reach before Evie could retaliate. She tucked her book back under her arm before following Evie into the classroom and taking her seat right beside her.

"And yes, I can be spontaneous. I’m a true jack in the box, fucking unpredictable," Evie grinned, rolling her eyes as she looked at Darla.

Darla had to disagree, Evie was the perfect picture of predictability. She always knew what was going on in that pretty little head of hers, always knew how to push her buttons. It was unusual, incredibly so and Darla found herself frowning, wondering if there was something more going on.

“Is something wrong? You trying to run away from something?” Was she up for a fight tonight? No, that couldn’t be it, Evie loved doing that brawling she called fun. She shook her head, clearing away any more questions. What did it matter? As long as Evie was coming and ready to let the stick in her ass out for a night Darla would go along with it.

“Okay, nevermind!” She clapped her hands together, before sliding her book onto the table and flipping it open to the correct page. “We’ll get there at nine and stay on the beach for most - if not - the entire night. Oh and-” she winked, grin slipping into place “-wear your bathers; the sexy ones.”

She knew Evie would need bathers, but Darla was definitely planning on running into the ocean without any on.

It was way more fun that way.

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Suddenly the humour evaporates from Darlas face, worry taking its place. “Is something wrong? You trying to run away from something?” She asks quickly. A frown knits Evie brows, her head tilting to the side. Was she running away from something? Quickly she thinks back over the last couple days, there was nothing in particular that stuck out. She did remember watching how easily Darla was able to move throw a crowd, smile plastered to her face, eyes turned her way- adoring and enthralled by her. She remembered thinking how nice it would be to be able to smile and talk and joke, to have people look at her like they did her and break into laughter.

She remembered thinking how she wished she could be more like her friend. Less like who she was, hiding away from crowds unless it was crowds chanting her name as she challenged an opponent in the ring.

But to her relief Darla pushes the question aside, her usually grin slipping onto her lips as she pushes open her book, eyes turning to Evie. “We’ll get there at nine," Perfect, Evie thinks, opening her books quickly, plenty of time for a nap! She could feel the return of weariness, its seductive caresses at her mind tempting her to place her sleepy head on the desk. To allow her eyes to drift shut, to be carried away from an hour as the teacher drawled on and on about maths, and equations.

Evie fucking hated maths. How was maths going to help her in the feature? She had no plans to become an engineer or anything like that. But alas the subject was compulsory. She had no choice but to attend and have her mind numbed by a voice that sounded like nails running down a chalk board.

"Oh and-” The tone of Darlas voice drags her from her thoughts. The playful note emphasised by a lazy wink thrown in her direction, she winked, "wear your bathers; the sexy ones.” Evie returned her grin, knowing exactly which ones she was talking about. Whilst Evie may be shy in terms of talking and interacting with others, she knew that she had a rocking bod, she knew that she could turn eyes, for a moment, before she ducked her gaze away shy, stumbling over words.

But tonight she would wear them with the same confidence she did in the ring.

Well, she would try her best.

Knowing eyes turn to her friend. "Darla, please try and keep your clothes on long enough for me to get a few drinks down." She knew her friend very well, and knew that any chance to take her clothes off and to have a good time, she would be keen. Evie usually the one chasing after her, picking them up and reminding her to be careful. But not tonight.

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Darla rolled her eyes, gleeful grin on her face as she twisted away from Evie. Class was about to start, but she couldn’t stop herself from pulling her best friend’s leg.

“I pinky promise I’ll only take off one piece of clothing for every drink you have.” That’d be enough to get Evie very drunk. She was sure by the time Evie got to the third drink she’d be so blinded that she wouldn’t even notice that Darla was naked.

“But if you take too long-“

The teacher cleared his throat loudly, hard and angry gaze on Darla as he tapped his foot against the shiny tiles of the school floor. Darla pursed her lips, frowning at his bald head. He seemed to take the silence as an acceptance, and turned his attention back to the blackboard, chalk scraping painfully against it.

“He really like needs to get laid,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on him. He didn’t react, the words to soft for his old ears to hear. “Maybe he’d stop being such a hard ass.”

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The bang rang, signalling the end of the school say. Darla tugged Evie by the arm, pulling her along as they made their way out of the school. They had limited time now to get ready for the beach party, she had dresses she wanted Evie to try on. There was makeup she wanted to smear over her face.

“Come on, come on, hurry up, Evie,” she pulled harder, marching on ahead as the streets of district four swallowed them. Career training could be sneakily skipped for the day, there were better things to be done.

“There are dresses you need to wear- and I want to do your makeup!” Darla spun, eyeing Evie with an appraising flick of the eyes. God this girl would look good with a smokey and mysterious eye, red lips that contrasted carefully against her pale skin. Oh! And a tight tight dress that showed off her curvy figure.

“Oh, Evie!” She exclaimed, tightening her grip on her arm. “You’ll let me do your makeup, right?”

She didn’t think it was a question.

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It was Evie's turn to roll her eyes as Darla promised that each drink would lead to Darla becoming more exposed to the people of district four. Evie was used to Darla's confidence, she was pretty sure that most people in their year had seen the girl naked and one point or another.

The teacher grunts in our direction, an angry gaze sweeping over the chatty duo. “He really like needs to get laid,” Darla whispers and Evie nearly chokes on the mouthful of water she had just taken from her bottle. "Darla!" she whispers, hoping the teacher could not hear the rest of Darla's crude remark. "You're lucky he's an old man," she mumbles, flipping open the pages of her notebook.

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As soon as the bell rings Darla as her arm looped threw Evie's, pulling her through the hall. “Come on, come on, hurry up, Evie,” she demands, ignoring the yawn that dances on her lips. Evie wondered how much time she had before they had to start getting ready, trying to determine the length of the nap that so desperately followed her down the streets of the district.

But suddenly Darla swings in front of her, speaking fast and excitedly. “There are dresses you need to wear- and I want to do your makeup!” Ugh she mons inwardly, she forgot about the dresses and the make up and the hours of prep Darla usually put in before she saunters into the street ready to take on the world. With each syllable that fell from her lips she could see her nap getting shorter and shorter until it was no longer possible.

“Oh, Evie!”

Oh no.

“You’ll let me do your makeup, right?” Evie knew just as much as Darla that this was a remark and not a question, so Evie nods, pulling her lips into a smile. "Nothing too dramatic, okay?" She begs, knowing that it would fall upon unhearing ears.

"Any boys- or ladies- you have your eye on tonight?" She asks as she fishes for the house keys, unlocking the door, she opens it for Darla.

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It was a complete and total victory, she pushed Evie into the chair in front of the mirror, spinning her to face Darla as she pulled out her makeup and hair supplies. The dress she’d picked out for Evie was already resting across the bed, the bikini sitting right beside it as she stared at Evie’s face. She frowned, trying to piece together the best look that would highlight all of her friend’s best features with a minimal amount of makeup.

Making Evie look even prettier was not a challenging job, the girl was already stunning. She knew instinctively that if she tried to go with the dramatic smokey eye she’d been planning, Evie would run from the chair and lock herself in her room before Darla could even pick the colour palette out. It was a daring option that she’d have to slowly work her best friend up to, pushing the boundaries of what Evie was comfortable with until she could safely get away with it. Today was not the day to push too hard, she’d finally convince Evie to actually come out with her and let her pick her dress and put makeup on, she was not going to blow this opportunity.

“You really don’t need much, you’re beautiful already, I’ll go with a natural look, add some blush, some neutral tones on your eyelids, and give you,” Darla turned away, rummaging through the bag as she plucked out a pair of fake eyelashes, “these!”

She placed the materials down on the table, before moving on Evie’s face. She worked quickly, putting the makeup in place with expert hands that knew exactly what they were doing. After ten minutes the ma up was in place and Darla rocked back on her heels, admiring the work she’d done with a delighted smirk.

“Perfect,” she said, smiling as she straightened. “Now, please, please, please wear this dress,” she marched over to her bed, clothes littering the ground as she picked up the red strapless bodycon dress. It was tight, designed it enhance Evie’s curvy figure in all the right places, there was no doubt that it’d catch the attention of anyone looking their way.

“I know it’s not something you’d normally wear, or well, ever even look at, but oh my gosh it would look incredible.” Darla battered her eyelashes, playing into Evie’s feelings as she gave her best friend a little pout. She knew she was playing with fire, dancing on the edge of manipulative, but it was who she was, always pushing Evie too hard, dancing at the edge of fate as she held her breath until her vision turned black. Evie was her reigns, the part of her that stopped her from jumping off a thirty metre cliff. But at the same time, she was the part of Evie that promised fun and laughter and life beyond throwing punches in a ring.

They helped each other to grow, to see more, or pull one another back if they were doing something dumb. Darla was sure there were almost a hundred times she’d have died if Evie wasn’t there to smack her on the head and call her a blubbering idiot.

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