hi everyone! so i promise i'm still working on my other story, "My Fatal Attraction!"

i received a really cool prompt idea from Emily Sanchez, and i've been wanting to upload what i've written so far! thanks for the suggestion!

now this is a style that i'm honestly not used to, so if you guys don't like it, i don't have to continue. but if you do, i shall :)

Six straight shot glasses were placed in front of me. Tequila, vodka, spiced rum, white rum, gin, whiskey. You have to take all six in a row, only allowed a chaser at the very end. The people around here call it the "Tavern Challenge," named after the bar it originated in. My older friends, already admitted into UCLA, all dared me to do it. They said that I wouldn't be considered a Bruin until I completed this 'test.'

"Alison! Alison! Alison!" the group chorused around me. They pounded on the bar, causing drinks to rattle and spill. I downed two—I think the vodka and white rum—and tried my best not to throw up. The cheers grew louder and louder. Spiced rum, whiskey, gin. All thrown down in succession.

"To starting one hell of a school year off right!" I screamed, holding the final shot glass up. A roar of approval echoed throughout the bar and I tossed back the shot of tequila. Here's to hoping my clothes come off tonight…

When I black back in, I'm being slammed against the door of a bathroom stall. I feel hands all over my body, groping some places, lingering in some others. The person's lips dive to my neck and start sucking, causing me to emit a slight whimper. Their tongue slides across my skin and I squirm in their arms.

I open my eyes and try my best to get rid of my double vision so that I can fully enjoy this. I blink stupidly and tilt my head away from them, giving them more access to my neck. Absolutely nothing turns me on more than neck kisses.

I'm starting to finally gain feeling in my fingers again. I grab onto his hair—

Whoa, what the hell. His hair is soft. Like, softer than mine soft. And pretty long…

Wait.

I push the person off of me for a second.

Oh yeah, that definitely is not a guy.

Instead, I'm staring into the brown eyes of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life. She's panting heavily, and I know that I'm doing the same. I look her up and down, trying to soak in her beautifully toned body. The black cut-off shirt and short denim shorts definitely extenuate her athletic build.

I stare into her eyes, which are darkened with desire. She tilts her chin down a little, and it's all I can take not to pull her into another drunkenly passionate kiss.

Fuck it, I'm in college. All girls experiment.

I grab the back of her hair roughly and smash my lips into hers. I can taste the delicious rum on her tongue as we fight for dominance in my mouth. Her velvety tongue hits just the right places to make me shiver with pleasure.

I moan into her mouth again, my core heating up. As if she knew how I was feeling, she places her leg in between my legs and I sigh in relief. I slide up and down on her, my insides going crazy.

She moves onto my neck again and I swear I almost pass out. I falter, and I'm glad that her leg is supporting me, or else I would have collapsed.

She replaces her leg with her fingers in one swift motion. I feel my body naturally rock into her hand as she slips her fingers under my shorts and over my underwear. I gasp, not expecting it to feel this amazing.

Her fingers gently stroke the outside fabric and I find it hard to breathe. I hyperventilate a little as she moves the soaked material to the side.

She slides her fingers all around the outside of me and bites down harder on my neck. I tug on her hair more and dig my nails into her back. The more she teases me, the harder I dig into her skin.

I gasp again as she inserts herself inside of me. I scream on the inside; I've never felt this much before during sex. I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or if it's her, but I'm going crazy. I rock into her fingers as she thrusts in and out of me, quickly, her thumb stroking my clit.

I let out a long whimper as I ride out my climax; I lose control of my limbs and feel the best high I've ever felt. I'm feeling way too good to be embarrassed about how quick I was, but I don't think she cares one way or another.

I stay in one spot for a few moments, unable to regain control of my body. She smiles at me and nods her head once.

Without another word, she exits the stall, leaving me in a stupor.

I hear the sink running, and then the hand dryer, and then the door open and close. I want to move, to run after her, to ask her name.

But what I want even more than all of those things is to lie down and sleep. Hanna will find me eventually.

I kneel down to the ground, lying flat on my back. I don't care if this is disgusting or not, I'm tired.

Within a few moments, I drift off to a drunken sleep.

"Oh my god, Alison," my best friend Spencer laughs. Its high pitch sound splits my eardrums and makes me want to jump out of the window. "You look like death."

I open my eyes, not sure of where I am. The ceiling light is a lot brighter than I thought it was…

God my back is so sore.

"I feel like death," I groan, rolling over. That's when I realize that I fell asleep on the floor, curled up in some furry pink rug. "Is it possible to die from a hangover?"

Spencer laughs, and the overwhelming urge to jump out the window hangs over me again.

"Where the hell am I?"

"You're in my dorm room," Spencer kneels down beside me, still chuckling. "Hanna found you passed out in the bathroom and had to drag you all of the way back here. What happened to you last night?"

"What didn't happen to me?" I counter, my voice weak. The room is suddenly spinning and there's five Spencers around me. "Oh, god, hand me that waste bucket."

She quickly dives towards the trash can and throws it towards me just in the nick of time. I begin throwing up all of my stomach contents—probably including a few organs, too. I wretch loudly and cough a few times.

"Did you let Cece talk you into doing that stupid challenge?" she asks, not looking at me. "You know that isn't even a real thing, right?"

I glare at her from over the rim of the trash can.

"You…"

But I can't even finish my sentence. I wretch again, this time even more violently. Spencer moves behind me and pulls my hair up. She slowly rubs my back in small, soothing circles.

"Well, at least you have today to recover before your first day of class tomorrow," she tells me. Class is honestly not on my mind right now. I don't care if I even graduate or not.

"Screw class, Spencer," I snap. "I don't even think I'm going to make it through today."

"Sure you will," Spencer rolls her eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up and then you can sleep it off in my bed."

"Whatever," I respond. I let her pick me up off of the ground and slip one of my arms around her shoulders for support. I hold onto my barf bucket with the other hand. I try not to look at it in fears of throwing up yet again.

I open my eyes by blinking slowly a few times. Something light brushes against my nose and face, and I raise my hand to get rid of it. My eyelashes flutter until my eyes are completely open.

"Oh my god, she's awake!" I hear Hanna's annoying voice exclaim from beside the bed. "I've been tickling her with this peacock feather for like fifteen minutes now."

"Hanna, what the hell," Spencer's voice is heard now.

My vision refocuses and I sit up. My two best friends are sitting beside the bed, staring at me. Hanna has a peacock feather in one hand and, of course, a chocolate chip cookie in the other. She brushes her blonde hair out of her face with the feather.

"Before you ask, you're in my—well, our—dorm room again," Spencer tells me, gesturing to Hanna as she says 'our.' She straightens her sweater-vest out as she stands up. "I'm so thankful you didn't ralph all over my new sheets. My mom would have killed you."

"Part of me wishes she would have," I grumble, slowly moving into a more comfortable position. Any sudden movements might make me sick again. Spencer starts to play with her hair, twisting it into braids.

I grimace and hold my pounding head in my hands. I can feel sweat starting to form on my forehead.

"Do you feel any better?" Hanna asks me. Her voice is softer this time, clearly picking up on the fact that I'm still miserable. She crunchily bites into her cookie and my eyes twitch.

I shake my head, still not raising it from my hands.

"Wow," Spencer says in her know-it-all voice. "But you've been asleep for hours."

"Clearly that hasn't done anything, has it, Spence?" I snap, lifting my head and looking at her. She raises her eyebrows and holds her hands up, indicating that she meant no offense.

"Do you want help getting to your dorm?" Hanna changes the subject before we can start bickering.

"It's a couple doors down on the left," Spencer adds.

"No, I'll manage," I stretch my hands over my head. After being awake for a few minutes, I'm starting to feel better. I can't feel my pulse pounding through my temples anymore, and I'm not as nauseous.

I rub my eyes and swing my legs over the side of the bed. Slowly but surely I slip off of the mattress and onto the solid ground. I notice that the pink rug I used as a bed last night has been put back in its normal position.

"Thanks for letting me stay here, guys," I say weakly. I start my trek, limping across their room. I have to pause at the door to take a breath and to rest my head.

They snicker from behind me.

"Shut up," I glare at them as I open the door, with difficulty. Why the hell is it so heavy?

I grunt as I pull it all of the way open and slide through it. I don't really say bye to them, because it's pretty clear I'll probably be coming over later tonight when I feel better.

I hobble my way down the hallway, looking for my name. Our dorm advisor thought it would be cute to decorate our hallway like The Little Mermaid, and recreate a sea. So there's paper seaweed and fake waves plastered all over the walls, not to mention that our names are on little pieces of paper shaped like the characters, mainly the crab and seagull.

I finally find my door. Even though I had moved in yesterday, I wouldn't have been able to remember what building or hallway my dorm was in to save my life. Thank god for Spencer and her creepy helicopter-mom ways.

I glance at the door, clearing my throat again. On a paper seagull, the name Alison DiLaurentis is written across. A couple of inches down, Emily Fields. That lucky bitch got Ariel. Why did I get stuck with a damn bird?

I sigh and lean into the door, letting my weight open it this time.

The door gives way and I stumble in, barely catching myself. My roommate's back is to me, but she jumps in shock. Her dark hair wavers from the movement.

She turns around to introduce herself—she hadn't yet moved in when I was here last—and my mouth goes dry. Any sign of feeling better has been erased; I really wish I had taken that waste bucket with me, because I could really use it right now.

She drops her hand and stares at me, eyes wide. She looks just as horrified as I am.

"You've gotta be kidding me," I raise my eyebrows and fall backwards against the door, throwing my head back so that I can only see the ceiling.

Cool. My roommate is the girl from last night.

hahaha shit that would be so awkward... well, i've got a good idea of where i want to go with the story from here! so if you guys like it, PLEASE let me know! if not, i'll just leave it at this so i can work on my other stories. whatever you guys want :)

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well, i hope you enjoyed! :)