Chapter 303 - Three Hundred And Three: Where Are My Strippers? (1/2)
The third point of view:
”
You're on a different road,
I'm in the Milky Way
You want me down on Earth,
but I am up in space
You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch
You're from the '70s, but I'm a '90s bitch
I don't care, I love it
I don't care, I love it, I love it
I don't care, I love it
I don't care, I love it, I love it
I don't care, I love it ”
Icona pop's ”I don't care” reverberated across the room, the music so loud it was a surprise the house hadn't collapsed yet. Lucky for the girls, the house was soundproof so none of their neighbors was calling the cops on them tonight - exactly why Emily had rented the place.
As expected, it was a mansion worth thousands of dollars just for a night, but the girls weren't bothered, they had the cash hence went all out for this party.
”Hundred and five! Hundred and six! Hundred and seven!....” they chanted as Reina kept drinking.
Just as anticipated, they were having a wild celebration and games, and currently, Reina was doing a keg stand. It was a drinking activity where one does a handstand on a keg of beer and attempts to drink as much for as long as possible.
Unlike Camille, Reina didn't need people to help hold her up since she was flexible and could manipulate her own weight
”Hundred and eight! Hundred and nine! Hundred and ten! Yes!” there was a cheerful clamor as Reina removed the keg tap from her mouth and got down.
The girl threw her head back and sprayed out the alcohol she had sipped with a triumphant roar; she won over Camille who didn't survive past the Sixty-fifth count.
Everyone else cheered and grabbed a cup, donning down the drinks and dancing to the music. For sure, they were going to suffer a very, very, terrible hangover the next day but who cares? They needed to get wasted tonight, tomorrow would think about itself.
”We've run out of pizza,” Cecil complained, tossing aside the pizza boxes on the table. Everywhere was a mess; there were scattered clothes here and there from their crazy role-play earlier, empty drink bottles, pizza packages, leftover fruits, and snacks - May the lord save their soul.
”I'll order another one,” Lisa was already on her phone.
”Where are the strippers!” Reina bellowed, impatient. She wasn't drunk - so she claimed - well, maybe, half-drunk since her inhibitions were lowered a teeny bit. All she wanted to do was have fun and party all night.
”They said they're on their way,” Camille said with a frown on her face, dialing their numbers once more.
”That was like thirty minutes ago,” Emily pointed out, ” I'm beginning to think they're not going to make it,”
”No, they have to make it! This is my bachelorette party!” Reina growled.
”Our bachelorette party,” Camille corrected.
”I don't care!” Reina shouted, unstable on her feet. Why was the floor beckoning to her?
”I think she's drunk,” Lisa said.
”Agreed,” Cecil seconded
Emily turned down the music.
”No, put the music back on!” Reina rushed at the woman like a jaguar, snatching the remote from her, ”I lied to Niklaus for this party and must have funnnnnn!”
At once, the girls rushed at Reina and grabbed her while she struggled fiercely.
”Let me go, you frenemies! Give me my strippers!” She hollered as the girls struggled to hold her down.
”Why is she so strong?” Lisa complained, barely avoiding getting her eyes gouged out by Reina.
”Are you seriously underestimating someone whose father is a drug lord?” Emily heaved.
”Drug lord!” Lisa shouted, they never told her about that part. No, she didn't sign up for this.
”We need a rope!” Cecil announced, ”We can't keep holding her down forever, Jesus....!” Reina kicked her away.
”We don't have a rope but we have this,” Camille picked the bra she found on the floor and tied up her hands.
”One wouldn't hold her, we need to tie her legs too,” Cecil told them.
”Oh, I know!” Lisa suddenly remembered and then rushed into one of the rooms, foraging for bras in the shopping bags amass the bed.
”Here,” She ran back and handed all she could take to them, ”Would this be enough?”
”More than enough,” Cecil breathed and they began the torturous party of striving to tie Reina up; they conquered at last. Done, they are collapsed in a heap on the floor and couch.
”I promise to never get her drunk again,” Cecil swore, moaning in pain from where the agitated Reina had hit her.
”This party is a disaster,” Lisa groaned.
”Where are my strippers!” Reina cried out, beginning to pull on the restraints with her teeth to set herself free.
”No, no, this ain't happening, ” Lisa stood and tied an extra bra at Reina's hand, gagging her with a cloth - they couldn't risk her losing herself.
”Mmm!” Was Reina's muffled protest. Her eyes were red and puffy. The angry veins protruding from her head hold a dark promise of the tortures to come once out of this bind.
”This is all my fault,” Camille cupped her mouth, ”This was all my idea. I turned Reina into a stripper fanatic,”
”No,” Emily disagreed, ” It's all our fault for pumping her with alcohol till she can't recognize her left from right - can't blame us fully, she wanted to have fun,”
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Everyone looked between one other, frozen. It can't be that the strippers were the ones at the door right now?