Bonnie and Matt weaved around a small crowd at the art gallery, glasses of champagne and hordeuvres in hand while they viewed the art. The servers were clad in lingerie from lace demi-bras, thongs, right down to stockings and garter belts.

Get some by Lykke-li flowed through hidden speakers and recessed lighting set the perfect sensual mood. It was a typical New York night where anything and everything could happen. They could feel it in the air and it didn't hurt that they had another party invite after the art thing. They were meeting Kat and Emily at some party some fashion designer was throwing in Soho.

Bonnie figured she'd have a quick minute to change to something more cocktailish before heading there. She checked her reflection in the wall to wall windows of the gallery and sighed thinking about last night. She was yet to hear from Mason and as tempted as she was to text him, she didn't dare. She was embarrassed enough without initiating contact.

"Are you sure this is an art gallery?" Matt pointed to the floor to ceiling LCD screens depicting people in various forms of sexual acts.

"Oh please, you've seen dirtier things at the bathhouse."

"As long as they make my cock happy."

"Speaking of happy cocks do you mind if we swing by my place for some cocktail attire before we head to the party?"

Matt stopped walking to give her a once over, pursuing his lips before nodding in agreement.

"Have you finally spoken to Mason? "

"I wouldn't dare." she linked one arm with Matt's and laid her head on his shoulder.

"What about Kol? "

Bonnie softy punched his arm, "You're supposed to talk me off the ledge or at least take me down from it not push me over.

"You're not really dating Mason though, are you?"

"What do you mean not dating him? We are seeing each other."

"It's not a relationship until you start fucking him."

"And where did you you get that, GQ?" She drained her champagne and immediately started looking around for more.

"Besides, I didn't want to potentially sabotage things by introducing sex too soon but then puke gate happened and I am mortified. "

After an hour, she stopped by at her place to change into a metallic minidress while Matt waited in the cab. He didn't want to run the risk of her procrestinating. Afterward they headed to Soho.

..

When they arrived at the party, the place was already packed and Madonna's Vogue was blasting through the room.

Squeezing past a knot of people, Bonnie and Matt picked up a pair of tequila shots from a tray being passed around by some young hot model and downed them immediately.

They were several minutes into the party chatting with Emily and a statuesque friend of hers when Katherine located them.

"I've just had the most amazing head in the bathroom." she was laughing, drunk and flushed.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "Someone ate you out in the restroom?"

"Yes and right now I can't think of anything that feels better than being eaten out by a guy on his knees. It's such a power position. "

Bonnie glanced down at the drink in her hand thinking about Kol and took a long drink. She hadn't been eaten out since Kol and what a dining experience that was. She could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks and was very grateful when Matt nudged her, indicating to the guy pushing through a mass of bodies as he approached them.

Kat turned around following their eyes and grinned, reaching out for his hand "Baby come here, I wanna introduce you to my friends. "

He was a young Christian Bale in American Psycho. Tall, very good looking but withdrawn and very Wallstreet. In other words, he was Katherine's type.

"This is Jude," she patted his chest and then smiling lasciviously at the group, continued "and these are my friends."

They all nodded their greetings before Jude stole Kat away.

Later as Cyndi Lauper's girls just wanna have fun was pumping through the party, Bonnie shared a joint with Kat outside on the balcony.

"So have you given up on Elijah already?"

"Never. This is just a one night fun thing. The suit is the real deal. " Kat shrugged, taking a pull.

Some time later when Guns n Roses' Welcome to the jungle pounded the walls, Bonnie followed Emily to the makeshift dance floor. She moved through the crowd, her drink sloshing out of her glass and…

She realized she was drunk when she returned to consciousness with her friends climbing out of a cab in front of a dollar pizza place. Matt was pushing her from behind, urging her out of the taxi. She couldn't remember the rest of the party in Soho after the dancing with Emily. She looked around now and it was her, Matt, Katherine and her takeout meal, Jude something. They had lost Emily and her friend between this pizza place and the last destination.

After ordering a round of beers, they polished off their pizza slices and someone was making plans to head to the next bar when Bonnie realized as she'd had enough for the evening. She didn't even sure about the time but knew that it was well after midnight. She was going to call it a night but dhr didn't necessarily want to go home.

Hopping into a cab alone, even though Matt insisted it wasn't a good idea, she instructed the cabbie to drop her off at Masons place. She was hoping that he would be at home by now. Alone.

..

She assumed that she'd blacked out again because when she came to she was standing at the threshold of Mason's door and he was saying something to her.

"This is not healthy Bonnie. Look at you"

She opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. She felt incredibly dizzy and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep.

Mason shook his head and continued, "You know I'm usually very guarded about who I allow to get close to me. I saw you that night at the bar with your friends and I liked you. You seemed great, fun" he paused and admitted. "You're not."

Bonnie blinked owlishly at this wondering if she'd heard him correctly.

He carried on, "I'm usually an amazing judge of character. Maybe I'm wrong and you're not a terrible person but you have issues and you're a walking disaster. " and with that, he closed the door in her face. The force knocked her head back, hair snapping into her cheeks.

She staggered back to the street and hailed another taxi. Luckily it was not an unfortunate exercise and one pulled up to pick her up. Bumping her head on the doorframe as she climbed in, she cursed and sat back on the leather bench. Pulling out her phone from her clutch, she scrolled down and dialled the number.

"Hi it's Bonnie. Are you home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm coming over."

..

A.N: I know it took forever getting here and I have been swamped with work and life. I'm hoping the writing can help me get through this Quarantine. Missed you guys!