Thread: Money Can't Save You [Alvis Alendran || Squid]

Notes Wordcount 667 Oh, getting the party started early, Christy? April laughed, setting her mojito down on the bar. She walked around to the other side, where all the alcohol was kept, and squatted down to hunt for the bottle of patrone. Hey, a girl's gotta have some flaws. Mine just happens to be liking the hard stuff, Christy grinned as she sat herself at one of the bar stools. Besides, I hear Jason's been asking around for my number, she started, holding her hand up to admire her nails. And I know how much that boy likes a good tequila shot. From behind the bar came the sound of April's laughter. Oh girl, no. You don't want Jason. When she stood back up, she held a couple of shot glasses, a halved lemon and the patrone bottle. He will fuck anything with tits and a heartbeat. With a little shrug, she began pouring the shots. I wouldn't be surprised if he had something a little more to give you than his dick, if you catch my drift. Christy looked absolutely mortified. That's so eww! she exclaimed, holding a hand to her chest, as if merely talking about him would give her something. He can just forget about trying to get with me, then. I like Ben better, anyway. April smiled, nodding her head as she slid one of the shot glasses towards her friend. What she didn't tell Christy was that she'd been texting Jason all night and planned on taking him below deck later on in the night. Lifting her glass, April looked meaningfully at Christy. Cheers! she said, before throwing back the shot like it wasn't anything more than a shot of water. Christy followed suit, making a face at the taste. You're such a good friend, Christy gushed, sliding the shot glass back over to April. I don't know what I'd do without you. April disappeared behind the bar again to fetch a pair of wine glasses and a bottle of dom perignon champagne. You'd be fucking guys with STDs, she said when she reappeared to pour the drinks. Both girls moved down the deck towards the rest of the girls, intending on mixing and mingling. Just as they reached the group, Christy turned, frowning. Hey April, is that the boys? I thought you said they weren't going to be here until 12? April turned to look as well. They aren't supposed to be. Who the hell are th- Her sentence was cut short by an angry gasp as the group of men began boarding her father's yacht. Was this a prank? What the hell were they doing? Were these some of Chase's friends? She was about to march her way over when she spotted the gun, and the shot exploded into the stereo. The party of girls all screamed, ducking for cover. Was this guy for real? Didn't he know who she was? When the man who seemed to be in charge of the group asked for an owner, April's rich bitch instincts kicked into drive. With a confidence she didn't feel, she stood and stepped forward, nonchalantly brushing the hem of dress as if his mere presence had dirtied it. That would be me, she said, staring him down, daring him to try something. And just who the fuck do you think you are, barging aboard my yacht and ruining my party, huh? Behind her, she could hear the girls whispering and shuffling amongst themselves, not sure if they actually should relinquish their phones or not. That stereo probably coast more than you make in a year! Layla, who was further from the group and slightly hidden behind one of the deck chairs, had taken her phone out and had began hurriedly tapping on it, praying none of the dangerous looking men would notice what she was doing. She'd seen movies, there was no way she was going to give up her phone without letting someone know what was going on.