“Hey, wake up sleepy head!”
Uma’s voice cut through Phoebe’s peaceful sleep, rising her from her slumber with a jump.
Not realising how long she had been asleep, damn Audrey and her comfort food, Phoebe swept cascading locks of red from her face answering her eyes cleared, drawing Uma into focus standing over her.
“Oh, hey Uma” chirped Phoebe, stretching slightly to expel her tiredness.
Rolling her eyes, Uma forcibly lifted Phoebe’s feet from the sofa and slid her own athletic backside onto the plush cushion, laying the redhead’s feet over her lap.
Not one for dithering or beating around the bush, Uma launched straight into her reason for disturbing Phoebe.
“Seeing as you’ve slept away most of the day do you fancy coming to a party tonight?” asked Uma, staring intently at the redhead indicating her lack of patience.
“Totally!” squealed Phoebe, practically bouncing off the sofa as she spoke. She loved parties, she adored the attention her rocking bod scored her and she hadn’t partied in AAAAAAAGES.
“Ok, well it’s with some of mine and Audrey’s college friends so you’ve got to be cool” Uma sternly pointed out, folding her arms as she did “I’m not spending all night babysitting so don’t get too drunk”
“You know me Uma, I don’t get THAT drunk” smiled Phoebe as she farted out of the room, making a racket as she tore up the stairs to get changed.
“Yeah...” muttered the athlete “that’s what I’m afraid of”
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“Phoebe! Are you ready yet?” Uma bellowed up the stairs, growing characteristically impatient with the younger redhead.
“Nearly” cried Phoebe as she trotted out of her room, making a final adjustment to her outfit.
Not that there was much of an outfit to adjust.
For this particular outing, Phoebe had opted for a tight backless red shirt tucked into some daisy dukes that accented her natural assets along with some small strappy heeled shoes to give her a slight height boost.
She’d also curled her hair to give it volume and painted her curvy lips a dark red, Jessica rabbit style.
“I’m ready!” shouted the redhead as she stood at the top of the stairs.
Just as she started down the stairs, Audrey appeared at the bottom alongside Uma who was dressed equally scandalously in full length jeans and a short crop top displaying her toned stomach.
“Jesus Uma, what is she wearing?” whispered Audrey, not wanting to offend her baby sister.
“God only knows” Uma whispered back, stunned at the young woman approaching them.
“Ready to go then?” cooed Phoebe, completely ignorant of the stir she was causing with her outfit.
“If you are, it’s kind of cold out there” said Uma in an attempt to get Phoebe to put some more clothes on.
“Really? I’m fine!” smiled the redhead as she skipped past her friend and sister and made for the door, each bulging arse cheek jostling and fighting to escape her shorts.
Audibly sighing, Uma followed after her, grabbing the swinging front door to stop it hitting the wall.
“Try to keep her out of trouble please?” called Audrey, practically pleading with a worried expression on her face.
Back peddling on her previous refusal of babysitting of respect to Audrey, Uma reassuringly smiled at her friend “I’ll do my best Aud, cya later”
“Bye” muttered Audrey to the closed door, biting her nails as she spoke.
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“Oh my god, this is amazing!” shouted Phoebe over the drone of the music as the two townhouse girls entered the party.
“Well this is how grown up girls party Phoebs, try not to get lost ok? Your sister was freaking out and I’ve got to look after...” Uma started before realising she was talking to no one “...you...for God’s sake” cussed the athlete as she caught a glimpse of Phoebe’s pert little arse shimmying through the crowds.
Almost instinctively, Phoebe found the bar and immediately found herself overwhelmed with the choices.
Spirits, cocktails, plain beer...what was a girl to do.
“Hey there freshers, you lost?” a female voice floated over Phoebe’s shoulder causing her to twirl around to confront the voice.
“Erm...” Phoebe didn’t know what to say to the woman stood behind her, donned in a skintight dress with her shoulders and thighs emblazoned with tattoos the owner of the voice gave off a rather imposing character.
“Hey, that’s Audrey’s sister!” called another voice, sparking a smile on the tattooed woman’s lips.
“No way! Reagan or Phoebe?” asked the first voice, placing her hands on her wide hips and squeezing slightly into a layer of pudge around her middle.
Still faltering, Phoebe froze like a deer in the headlights before feeling a firm hand on her shoulder
“Leave it out Nat, she’s only a young un” Uma replied on behalf of Phoebe as she took place by the redheads side.
Breathing an internal sigh of relief, Phoebe relaxed and felt confident to stand her full height against the woman apparently called Nat.
“Hey Uma, no beef here, just getting to know Audrey’s sister who I’m guessing is Phoebe from your defense” Nat smiled coyly as if impressing herself with her insider knowledge “speaking of, Audrey here tonight or she still playing mummy?”
“She had to pass tonight so just me” responded Uma, gently squeezing Phoebe’s shoulder as she spoke.
“Shame” mused Nat to herself “well I guess I’ll catch you later” she remarked as she turned on her heels with a distinct wobble betraying her plump body.
“I thought this party was your friends? She didn’t seem so nice” mused Phoebe quietly, shaken by the experience. That kind of intimidating nature wasn’t on her radar usually and it always knocked the little optimists confidence when confronted with it.
“Well not all girls are nice Phoebs” muttered Uma through gritted teeth “lets get you a drink and chill for a bit”
“Sounds good” smiled Phoebe, turning back to the bar “erm...”
“I’ll get you something Phoebs” said Uma, picking up on the redheads nerves and rolling her eyes
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