Collide (Collide #1)(82)

"Fuckin'-A, cool," Olivia smirked. "You have strippers here?"

Running a hand through his carrot-colored hair, he smiled devilishly. "They come in droves to my parties."

Olivia grabbed for Emily and Fallon's hands. "Shots are needed in my system right about now, chicks." She turned back to Jake and gave him a wink. "Thanks, bud."

He nodded and disappeared into the crowd.

The women dodged multiple dancing bodies, a guy running around with underwear on his head while a topless girl chased after him, and several couples making out. Eventually, they made their way into the kitchen where a fully stocked bar awaited each of them.

After consuming two more shots of tequila, they headed out to the backyard to partake in an hour-long game of flip cup. Using Captain Morgan as her preferred liquid, Emily's head was pleasantly fuzzy to say the least.

Walking back into the house with Olivia at her side, she leaned up against a wall. "Olivia," she slurred. "I'm pretty..."

"I know you're pretty, Em," Olivia chirped, her own words slurring. "But stop bragging about it."

Slowly shaking her head, Emily laughed. "No...you didn't let me finish, bitch." Her head lolled to the side. "I'm trying to - " she hiccupped, "tell you that I'm pretty - " hiccup, "drunk right now."

"So am I, chick," she laughed and snorted like a pig.

Emily shook her head again. "No, but I - " hiccup, "am pretty sure that I'm seeing things, too." She pointed her finger toward the front door as her eyes squinted in its direction. "Look. Those two guys - " hiccup, "that just walked in look like Gavin and Trevor."

Olivia let out a laugh. "You silly girl, you're not seeing things. It is Gavin and Trevor."

Emily looked adorably confused as she peered at the two blurry images headed straight for them. "You're joking with - " hiccup, "me, right? How would they know - " hiccup, "that we're at this house?"

Olivia bit her lip. "Since I know that you're digging Gavin - as a friend, of course," she quickly added, swaying from side to side. "I decided to call my brother, knowing he was hanging out with Gavin tonight." She gave Emily an innocent frown. "I told Trevor an itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny lie to get them to come out here."

Before Emily could inquire about this little lie, Gavin and Trevor approached them, both of their faces filled with concern.

Gavin placed his hands on Emily's shoulders. "Are you alright?" His eyes automatically roved over her body as if assessing if she were hurt.

She stared at him silently with a blank expression on her face.

"Well, where the f*ck is he?" Trevor asked Olivia, clenching his hands into fists.

"Calm down, brother," Olivia laughed. "He was tossed out already."

Trevor's eyes traveled to Emily. He lifted her chin and moved her head back and forth. "How bad did the guy hurt you?"

Now she had Gavin's hands on her shoulders and Trevor's fingers under her chin. Speechlessly glaring at Olivia with a confused what-the-hell-did-you-tell-them stare, Emily...hiccupped.

Olivia grabbed Trevor's arm away from her. "He didn't hurt her. She was just getting her dance on with the dude, and he got a little frisky. Like I said, the owner got rid of him."

Gavin took a step back and dropped his hands from Emily's shoulders. "Liv, you said the guy smacked her."

Olivia buried her face in her cup. "Did I say that?" she laughed.