New Girl in Town : Closed

Scarlett continued to dance with the guy Clara had helped her get. She was having so much fun, until she felt a hand travel lower than it should. She grabbed it and placed it back on her hip and continued to dance. However, the other hand slid down from its position on her hip. She moved that one back too. She may be on the verge of getting drunk, but she wasn't about to let some stranger take advantage of her. By the time she moved this guy's hands back to her hips for the fourth time, she was done and stopped dancing.

She walked towards the kitchen only to be shoved up against the wall and then turned around. She looked around the room, wishing Rian was around because he wouldn't let this happen to her.

"Why'd you leave?" he slurred against her ear.

Scarlett cringed further into the wall, not sure how to get herself out of this.

Clara looked up and saw the guy who had been dancing with Scarlett, pushing her against the wall. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Scarlett trying to push him off. She stood up and walked over, grabbing his shoulder. She jerked him back and lifted her knee up, meeting his groin with it as she did so.
The guy fell to the ground, groaning as he gripped himself.

Scarlett let out a soft giggle as she watched the guy curl in on himself. She turned to Clara and smiled.

"Thanks," she said.

She wanted to be left alone now though. The party turned out all wrong all because one guy wouldn't get the hint.

"Do you wanna stay the night? I think I'm gonna kick everyone out," she whispered softly.

Clara nodded. "I'm way to drunk to drive." she said, giggling.

Scarlett giggled and then yelled for everyone to get out. She even kicked the guy who tried to force himself on her in the ass as he walked out, which made him stumble. Scarlett then giggled again as she shut and locked the door. She turned towards Clara and then headed into the kitchen and grabbed the bottles of vodka and tequila and held them up for Clara to see.

"Wanna get drunk some more?" she giggled.

Clara giggled and took a bottle, and pulled her towards the living room. It had been awhile since she'd had a good time.

Scarlett took a swig of vodka and collapsed in a fit of giggles onto the couch. It wasn't long before she shot up and looked at Clara with wide eyes.

"We've gotta get our pajamas on! I'll get you a shirt and pants to borrow," she said excitedly.

Clara nodded and stood up, stumbling slightly. "Do you think we're the same size?" She asked, running her hand through her hair.

Scarlett glanced over at Clara and nodded.

"Yeah. I think so," she said.

"Then lead the way." She said, smiling slightly.

Scarlett stood up and grabbed Clara's hand in hers and dragged her up the stairs and into her room. She spun around and nearly crashed into her dresser, which set her off into a fit of giggles. After she controlled herself, she grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top and handed them over to Clara before grabbing a pair for herself.

"Let me know if they don't fit. Cause if not, I'll go find something else," she said.

Clara pulled her tank top over her head, and dropped it to the floor. She then kicked her shoes off, and slipped her shorts off. After pulling the pajama bottoms on she went to pull Scarlett's over her head, but when she went to pull it down, it was super tight over her breasts. She giggled. "I don't think this is going to work." she said softly.

Scarlett groaned. "Sorry. I'll go find you a T-shirt to wear," she said.

She left the room and walked towards the laundry room and entered it. She dug through the basket of clean clothes that had yet to be folded and pulled out a large T-shirt and then found a pair of shorts to go with it. She wasn't sure if Clara would get hot in her sleep or not. She carried the clothes back to her room and then handed them over to Clara.

"Thanks." she said, pulling the T-shirt on. "Much better." she said smiling.
"Am I crashing on the couch?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

Scarlett looked at her small bed.

"I could crash on the couch if you want to use my bed. After all you are the guest, I don't want to be rude," she said.

"Dude no, I got the couch. I just need a pillow and blanket." She said smiling softly.

Scarlett frowned. "Are you sure you'll be okay on the couch?" she asked. She felt bad and like she was a bad hostess.

"I'll be fine. I'd feel weird sleeping in your room by myself anyways." She chuckled. "So about that pillow and blanket?" She asked, giggling.

Scarlett giggled and then took an extra pillow and blanket from her closet and handed it to her.

"Sleep well," she said with a smile.

Clara nodded and packed the stuff down the stairs. She made her bed on the couch and crashed, after turning the light out. Soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out.
Sometime during the night Clara woke up, sweating. She groaned and kicked her pants off, forgetting that she was at someone else's house. After they were on the floor she rolled back over and curled up into the pillow.