"I have to go with him. He doesn't know what the guy I'm meeting looks like," I insist, sneaking Finn a press look as I mouth, "Flirt with him."
Finn scrunches his nose, but then plasters on a megawatt smile that's bright enough to light up this pit of a hole we're in.
"I promise if you let her in with me, we'll make it quick." He pauses, then says, "Not that I'm quick with anything else."
Oh my god, did he seriously just say that?
The bouncer buys it and lets us through, muttering, "So damn hot," as Finn strolls by with a cocky jaunt in his walk.
The instant we're inside the dimly lit, mildly crowded entrance, Finn says to me, "See. Sometimes my manwhore skills come in useful."
"Agreed." I step out of the entrance and into the bar area, where an extensive line of people are waiting to get drinks. "Have you ever gone that way?"
"Nah. It's not my thing." He follows me with his hand on my lower back as we weave through the people, the sound of chatter and rhythmic music pulsating around us. Add that to the dancing and flashing lights, and I'm on sensory overload.
"I prefer sassy brunettes with legs that go on for miles," he whispers hotly in my ear.
For a faltering second, I’m so caught off guard that I shiver.
Finn lets out a low laugh, totally pleased with himself.
I glare at him from over my shoulder. “Dude, what the hell?”
He offers me an innocent grin. "What? Who says I meant you? Jesus, Maddy. You think a lot of yourself." He winks at me in the same way he did the bouncer.
I roll my eyes for the millionth time, but a smile pulls at my lips. It's odd to think after tonight's events that that'd even be possible, but Finn has that way about him.
Turning around, I focus on getting to the restrooms. I push through people making out, drinking, grinding up on each other, dealing drugs—it's a whole ordeal. By the time we arrive at the doorway that leads to the restroom, Finn is tense, his fingers stiff on my back.
"You're right," he mutters as we enter the hallway where the music is less deafening. "This place is sketchy. I think I saw some guy dealing coke right in the open."
"You did." I scan the area for the door labeled:Women's Restroom.
I spot the sign at the end of the hallway with an arrow pointing to the right. I hurry toward it, with Finn following right behind me. As I round the corner, I slam on the brakes.
A man and woman are fucking each other right there in the middle of the path to the bathroom door. The woman has herlegs wrapped around the guy, her skirt hiked up, and his pants are down. Their hips are slamming against each other, and their moans of ecstasy are loud as hell.
"Sorry," I mumble as I squeeze by them, my back brushing the wall.
They barely notice me and keep on going, the sounds of their slapping flesh echoing behind me. Once we reach the bathroom door, I knock on it. "Lily, it's me," I call out as I knock again.
"How in the hell did you not react to that?" Finn asks as he stands so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his breath against the back of my neck.
"It's not the first time I've seen two people screwing a public space," I tell him with my eyes trained on the door. "I was at this party when an orgy started in the living room. I took off, but I saw a lot of naked flesh before I got out of there."
"Did you intentionally see it?" he teases.
I give him a hardy-har look. "No, I was waiting for my friend to get out of the bathroom. Much like we are now." I knock again. "Lily?"
A lock clicks from the other side, and then the door cracks open. Lily peers out from the crack, her gaze taking in the surroundings on the other side of the door. The instant she spots Finn and me, relief washes over her features.
"Oh my god!" She throws the door open and hugs the crap out of me.
I awkwardly pat her back because I'm not much of a hugger. The sex noises have quieted, thank god, so all I can hear is music and the erratic breaths she's taking.
"Thank you for coming to get me." She slants back. Tears are streaming from her eyes, which are red and swollen from probably about an hour of crying. Her blond hair, which is usually perfectly in place, has half fallen out of her ponytail. Hermakeup is smeared, her dress is wrinkled, and she's missing an earring.
"Are you okay?" I ask, and she nods, her attention moving to Finn.
