“Lauren I hate those packed clubs full of those nasty, sweaty, neanderthals namely called humans. Why did you let Dinah talk me into this?"
The green eyed girl smiled and slid the black velvet dress up her body, motioning for her antisocial girlfriend to zip her up.
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“It's just for tonight. I promise if you don't like it, then we'll find something else to do on Saturday's. Just try it, remember how reluctant you were to try rough sex a few weeks ago? And look at how many bed's we've had to order since then. Six baby. Just try it for me? Please?"
The vampire hated when Lauren pouted those sultry green eyes at her. Those were the eyes that appeared innocent enough in public, but dangerously erotic behind closed doors.
“Fine, but when we get back, you're throwing out those ridiculous Twilight movies. They're insulting. We don't sparkle in the damn sun like a bunch of diamonds. We burn without our rings. Point blank period."
“Alright sour puss. Just grab your jacket so we can go." Y/N gave her girlfriend a small pout before flashing upstairs to grab her jacket. She was back down the steps near Lauren within seconds and placed the white blazer around her shoulders.
“You're aware that this isn't book club right?" Lauren joked, earning a sarcastic laugh from the blue eyed vampire behind her.
“Yeah yeah yeah. I guess since I'm being assigned as the “designated driver" for the night, that I need to look the part. Besides, this blazer was custom made from a little old lady from Pasadena that I used to know. Remind me to call my mother tomorrow."
Lauren laughed as she dragged her girlfriend out of their apartment after locking the door and thanked the somewhat old fashioned girl as she opened the door to their silver Lexus.
“So, what's the club scene like? Do I expect everyone to be completely drunk and drugged up? Or can I expect to have a decent time?"
“Both. But more of the second hopefully. I haven't been to the club in a long while." Lauren replied.
“Basic safety rules. If you leave off to dance with one of us and you had a drink laying on the counter?"
“Y/N, I'm twenty one, not twelve. But fine. If I go to dance and leave my drink, I won't drink from it, I'll order another one."
“And if a guy or girl for that matter is getting a little too personal with you?"
“I'll let them know you're my girlfriend, and that's when you'll step in to properly kick their asses."
“And if you feel too drunk or not normal?"
“Find you, Camila, or Dinah, and stay with them. Any more rules?"
