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Mai was sitting on Thomas's bed leaning back on her elbows, as she watch him fix his collar in the mirror. She couldn't help but smile as she slowly recounted the events of last night.
She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had ever stayed the night at a man's house she had just met. Oh right never. She still couldn't deny, that it was the most possible fun she had in some time, and she had become quite intrigued, with the businessman from 202. He practically had her, hook, line, and sinker, the moment he had stepped into her shop. What ensued next was a lot of arguing over video games, a bottle of bourbon, and well, a lot of kissing. They had both ended up watching batman in his room and falling asleep, which she found quite amusing. She wasn't going to complain though, who wouldn't want to wake up in the arms of Thomas Clemens?
She let out a small sigh of relief as there was no sign of Marisol, at the moment. She would've been mortified if the girl had found out, she wouldn't have heard the end of it. "That's a relief", She fell back onto his bed with a small sigh. She closed her eyes, she was still going through a 'hangover' from the movie marathon, and crawling back into bed, with or without Thomas sounded live a lovely idea.
A small groan of frustration escaped her at the word 'party', and she smashed a pillow on her face in distress."Mmppf. Social events, my favorite", Her voice was slightly muffled. She had never been an advocate for parties. To many crowded, sweaty bodies in one area, freaked her out, and not to mention she was never labeled an amazing dancer. "Trust me, you do not want to see me dance, its like a giraffe on ice skates" She couldn't help but laugh slightly at the image of it. "I've considered numerous times going to Park for help, but I don't even think he could fix the mess that is, me dancing".
While the thought of going to a black light party with Thomas sounded fun, she was still unsure about attending. She still didn't know if Lindsey was going and she felt more comfortable if she had a friend there as backup. Deciding to ask, she sat up and grabbed her phone off of the dresser and sent her roommate a quick text.
Are you going to Ashton's party? Thomas is trying to drag me there, and I need a wing girl :). Pretty please, you can bring Miles!