Picture Perfect

Avonleigh could NOT believe this. Her best friend, Maila, talked her into going to this rockstar type party. Something the Cosmetologist would never agree too. But, she was off and in the mood for a drink or two. She also let Maila pick out an outfit for her and do her hair and makeup. Avonleigh was glad in black skinny jeans, red booties, and a red crop top. Something she normally wouldn't wear, but, in a way she kind of liked it, you know, for night time. Maila did light eye makeup, a thin layer of eyeliner and false lashes that actually accentuated her tan skin, and dark, almond shaped eyes, and a deep red lip. The natural brunette had loose waves and teased. She almost looked like a different person, but, again, it's a night time look she could handle.

"If there's nothing but thirsty ass people, Maila, I swear to God." She hissed, as she turned onto the street where the party is. "I'm leaving and I'll give you the ugliest hair cut I can manage."

"Oh, lighten up." She retorted. "Just loosen up a little and have fun. Loose is good."

"Tightening up would never hurt anyone, either." She said under her breath as she found a parking spot.

Avonleigh took a few deep breaths, remembered to tell herself Namaste, and got out of her car, clipping her lanyard with her keys onto her belt loop. When she said she wanted to have a drink or two, she meant going to a bar, not a rockstar party. Those parties are notorious for having nothing but whores and she sure as Hell was not a whore. The two girls walked up the path to the house, music blaring and people laughing and making out in the front yard and porch. Avonleigh inwardly groaned as her suspicions were right.

As soon as they entered the big house, Maila was swooped away by an attractive man and Avonleigh was left alone. She made her way to where the drinks were and made herself a Jack and coke. She heard someone speak, or slur rather, and she turned around. Of course, some sloppy drunk would come talk to her. She rolled her eyes.

"What's your name, baby?" The man said.

Avonleigh snorted before speaking. "Like I'm going to tell you. And, I'm not your baby."

"Oh, feisty, I like it." He said and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Don't touch me." She told him, good God.

However, he ignored her and tightened his grip. She kept telling him to take his arm off of her and leave her alone. God, was he so drunk he forgot how to listen? However, just as she was telling him, yet again, to not touch her. Another guy showed up and the drunken man immediately ran off. She smiled wide and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks." She managed. "I thought I was going to have to resort to physical violence."

"Not a problem. He always bothers new and bbeautiful ladies." The man, with long brown hair, matching eyes spoke. "Stay with me and you won't be bothered by any of these drunken messes."

Avonleigh nodded her head. He was charming, that's for damn sure. And, that cowboy hat he was wearing, oh, honey. He was wearing leather pants, black cowboy boots, and a Jack Daniels shirt with the sleeves cut off. His muscles were rippling and she couldn't help but linger on them longer then necessary.

"Ashley." He spoke up. "Ashley Purdy."

"Avonleigh. Avonleigh Hill."

He made her another drink and lead her out to the pool area. Thank God Maila had her wear a bikini underneath her clothes, she loves pools and water.

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