This choice: Get her really drunk at a club • Go Back...Chapter #3Get her really drunk at a club by: Apollo   Their prior friendship had taught Lauren two things about Jessie: she never backs down from a challenge, and she can't hold her liquor. The first time they went out drinking together, they had quite a few and it took all of Lauren's might to keep Jessie from giving a frat party a striptease, and since they're smart girls they know this wasn't the effect of a date rape drug. Easily the most annoying aspect of being friends with Jessie was that Lauren always had to be the designated driver and not drink near as much as she wanted to. As such, Lauren was always branded the party pooper, got less attention, and usually wound up having a plate of food at every party to absorb any alcohol she drank - a contributing factor to the little extra she carries around the middle. Lauren always shrugged it off, figuring she could find fun elsewhere (which she did), and her friendship with Jessie was more important. Now that she realizes she wasted her time clinging to a spoiled brat instead of cutting a little loose, she was pissed! For the perfect payback, Lauren has decided to hit Jessie's Achilles heel and finally have all the fun she wanted.
At 10:00 P.M. of the next possible Friday, Lauren was off to begin her plan. Thanks to Ryan, Jessie's ex, she had learned that Jessie had developed a love of a college bar a stone's throw from campus, although that's from the opposite end of campus as the dorms, and went every Friday at about this time. Jessie never took her car, arguing she didn't need it and probably shouldn't use it at the end of the night anyway - all the more useful for Lauren. Friday was Jessie's day for this bar for one main reason: there's a good crowd. She loves being the center of attention and uses this bar to be just that, on her terms of course. And when Lauren walked in this bar, she wasn't disappointed; almost every sit was taken and several patrons were standing. She couldn't help but snicker at the sight of this crowded bar - Jessie's dream was about to become a nightmare.
After a bit of searching, Lauren was able to track down Jessie, who was sitting at the bar eyeing the crowd while nursing a bottle of beer. It was easy enough to find her since all Lauren had to do was find a fit brunette wearing a white crop top and a blue denim skirt with cowgirl boots - what Jessie always wore when she was looking for a guy. Lauren's appearance was met a look of disgust from Jessie, quickly followed by a cold shoulder. She was expecting this reaction, but it was no big deal; Jessie was more likely to compete with someone she doesn't like. All she needed to do now was bait Jessie.
She starts, "Are you going to sulk forever about your boyfriend liking me more?"
"He has a fat fetish, big deal," Jessie retorts. "Don't be so smug just because you can attract freaks."
Lauren was starting to wish she had a beer of her own right now, anything to help her swallow that shot with a smile. Fortunately, she held her cool and continued as planned. It helped that she knew Jessie didn't mean a word of what she said about Ryan; it called the rest of her words into question.
With a grin on her face, Lauren continues, "He didn't choose me for my figure, he chose me because I'm a fighter. I face my challenges head on, unlike you."
"Excuse me?"
"Once you two started dating exclusively, you stopped trying to keep his attention on you and off the women around him. I, on the other hand, never gave up trying to win him over and focused on keeping his attention once I got it, no matter how close and lovey-dovey you two got. He wants a girl who fights until she wins, not some damsel in distress who gives up on what she wants."
"Alright then, cow!" Jessie screamed. "If you think you're a winner, then I guess you won't have any problems proving it! Pick a game, any game, and I'll take you on."
Lauren hit all the right buttons - Jessie practically had steam shooting out of her ears as she said that. Lauren could even hear an imaginary tea kettle boiling as she screamed out her words. And best of all, she attracted the attention of the entire bar. All Lauren had to do was call the contest and land the killing blow. Any game she chose would land Jessie right where she wants her.
"Alright then, Jessie," Lauren states calmly. "I know just the game."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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