seventeenth - finishing up the weekend madness are the omega’s who are throwing a walk of shame party. for the most part we’ve all experienced this embarrassing moment the next morning but let’s all just skip the middle man and dress how we would look the morning after a wild night. girls can wear guy’s button downs and boxers. guys can wear sweatpants and wifebeaters.
"You look like you've taken this walk a couple of times, huh?" Cody wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me to face him. He landed a quick kiss on my lips, before I had a chance to respond.
"And you would know, wouldn't you?" We both laughed. My hair was piled atop my head in a classy sort of messy bun, and both og my clothing items had actually been worn home from Code's on a few different occasions. After the winter break trip to New York, our relationship had really begun to grow. We both said the words "I love you" on a regular basis now. It was sort of freeing, you know? Being able get that close to someone after so much time of building a wall.
"How about we stop the banter, and just head upstairs for a walk of shame of our own? I just can't resist." He started nuzzling into my neck. I giggled, but had to push him away.
"And there go the lovebirds! You guys are sickening." Bri came bounding over, with what I hoped was a virgin pina colada in her hand. "Come on, Holly. Lets dance!"
I barely had time to look back at my boyfriend before I was gone to dance with my best friend. Everyone around us looked just plain dirty. Some of the girls had clearly already taken the walk of shame today, and the guys like they had just gottne out of bed. It was just a hot mess.
After grabbing dancing for a while, I headed to the bar, ready to get a drink. I sat down on an empty stool, and waved over the bartender. "What can I get you, little lady?" He asked, slinging his towel over his shoulder. Very old school.
Before I could speak, a guy sitting two seats down from me piped up. "Oh, she'll take a bloody mary on the rocks." I laughed and just shook my head.
"Actually, I'll have a sex on the beach." I looked at the guy with dismay. "Where do you get off ordering for me?" He must have kept a low profile, because I had never seen him around the house.
"I can usually tell what a lady likes to drink just by looking at her." The mystery guy answered, taking a gulp of his own drink. Looked the vodka striaght. "I may have misjudged you."
"You're hitting on one of your brothers' girlfriends? That doesn't bode well for you, sir."
"Actually I'm not."
"Hitting on me?"
"No, hitting on a brothers' girlfriend. I'm a Lambda Sig." He smiled and I extended my hand to him for an introduction. "My name's Harley. And yours is?"
"Well Holly," Harley kissed my hand still in his. "I am goig to see you soon."