Avoiding Commitment (Avoiding #1)(100)

"No, they're vodka gummi bears. You soak them in vodka for close to three days, then they are just as potent as the real stuff, but it looks like you're just eating gummi bears. Not to mention they're delicious," Lexi informed her popping two red gummis into her mouth and letting them slide down her throat.

"Oh exciting," Chyna said grabbing a handful. "You're right," she said between bites, "these are delicious. I can't taste the alcohol at all."

"It'll hit you later," Lexi told her giggling as she swallowed a white gummi.

"So what do we do after we're drunk from these things?"

"Usually manicures, facials, late night chick flicks, junk food, the works…"

Chyna sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth as she looked at her perfectly done fingernails and imagined the amount of work out time it would take for her to process said junk food. "You know…I don't think I was missing anything."

Lexi smacked her arm. "Hey, don't diss on my childhood alchy!"

"I can't help it if your childhood activities don't appeal to a twenty year old," she said playfully. "Let's finish off these gummis and then go party."

Lexi had actually planned for this. Chyna partied nearly every night, and though Lexi couldn't join her most nights since she was in school, they did end up out together at least one night every weekend. "Fine, but we're still staying here tonight without bringing a guy home," she added hastily.

Chyna stuck out her bottom lip adjusting her features into a perfect little pout. "Alexaaa," she whined.

"No buts about it missy."

"But but but but…"

"No!" she cried tossing a gummi at her.

"Don't waste them!" she squealed ducking the assault and reaching for another gummi.

The girls changed as quickly as Chyna would allow for, all the time complaining about the ramifications of four girls sharing one tiny bathroom. Lexi laughed along as she pulled a straightener through her hair which she had let grow near to her waist. She knew it was a poor choice. Even though the evening air was close to freezing compared to the Georgia atmosphere she was accustomed to, the club where they would be was sure to be suffocating, and she would be in need of a ponytail upon entrance. This hardly mattered to her at the time though. She would deal with the consequences of her choices at a later date.

As they exited the building, Lexi recognized an onyx town car which immediately drove up to meet them. Lexi slid against the black leather interior with Chyna following behind her. Apparently, the driver already knew where they were headed, because instead of offering a destination, Chyna popped open a chilled bottle of Cristal resting in a bucket.

"I know it's not vodka gummis," she said filling two flutes full of champagne, "but I suppose it will have to do."

"I suppose," Lexi stated sarcastically.

Lexi took one glass out of Chyna's hand and raised it in the air for a toast. "I toast you my dear. To being young, fun and free."

"Not to mention beautiful," Chyna added clinking their glasses together and lifting it to her lips.

The bottle was nearly empty by the time they reached their destination. The driver quickly exited the car and moved to the other side to open the door for them. Chyna floated out of the town car and leaned against the side to steady her already uneasy balance. Lexi stumbled from the car door and nearly collided with the driver. Her alcohol tolerance was practically nonexistent and the combination of vodka gummis and Champagne were really making her head spin. Chyna laced her fingers with Lexi's and plopped a tiny kiss on her cheek. Lexi giggled uncontrollably as she allowed Chyna to pull her towards the bouncer who was openly ogling their display. The rope disappeared as Chyna moved to step across the threshold. Lexi glanced to the long line of waiting customers who, she knew first-hand, were cursing her tiny ass as she walked into the nightclub.

Lexi blinked furiously as her eyes adjusted to the flashes of lights ricocheting off of the mirrored walls. The night was young and Chyna and Lexi's hotspot was crammed with couples grinding on the dance floor. Lexi smiled at the outfit atrocities that circulated before her. No matter where she went in New York, she always managed to find people with no taste in fashion. Chyna never seemed to be able to keep her mouth shut about the terrible choices, and God forbid, the lack of designer label. Luckily, Chyna hadn't seen the couple that had just passed before them or else they probably would have caused a scene.

Still holding tight to Chyna's petite hand, Lexi followed her up a winding set of stairs marked for VIP clientele only. Without even batting an eye, the bouncer pulled back the rope and allowed them into the exclusive upstairs bar. Lexi felt that she'd never be able to get used to this life with Chyna. Only a month earlier she had been waiting in endless lines hoping for just a peek inside the most illustrious clubs, and now she was drinking for free in the VIP areas with certain hot celebrities. She couldn't believe this had happened to her. A young NYU Law student didn't get to do these types of things.

Chyna shimmied to an available couch and gingerly sat down on the black leather pulling Lexi down next to her. "This was such a good idea," she cooed into Lexi's ear.

"It was your idea."

"Alright. So this was a perfect idea!"

Lexi smacked her playfully. "My idea would have been perfect if you weren't such a snob."