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Not gonna lie, there is no tickling at all in this teaser. Just a small build-up scene. Link to the download in my signature, in case this little excerpt got someone's fancy - no pun intended - tickled. 
A doorbell rang, announcing another guest. Brittani was late, as always.
"The vampire queen has arrived," giggled Tom, opening the door.
The girl just shrugged.
"What's up?" she asked, giving him a quick hug.
She was already used to his remarks on the way she dressed. It wasn't her fault she just felt comfortable in black. Black ripped jeans, black T-shirt, black sneakers… it just matched both her persona and her raven hair. Contrasting with the girl's alabaster skin and occasionally blood red lips – though this time she went just for a light pinkish gloss – it might look like she was some kind of apparition or, like Tom had just called her, "the vampire queen", but at least she stood out from the crowd of bleach blonde, fake tanned, stupid lasses. And she looked damn great. She knew she did. And she knew people around thought so.
Brittani and Tom had known each other since elementary school. It was one of those weird relations that constantly floated between something resembling a siblinghood and a pair of lovers, yet never fully becoming one or the other. When they hung out – and they used to hang out really often – they were usually taken for a couple, but deep inside, they felt more like a brother and sister kind of bond. Whatever it was and however it would be called, they just liked being in each other's vicinity.
The girl jumped out of her shoes – of course she had black socks underneath, what other colour could they be – and headed for the fridge.
"Yeah, of course you know there's booze waiting for you…" she heard Tom laughing behind her.
It was a small party, just the kind they both liked. Tom, Brittani and their two close friends – Mark and Gina. Well, more like Tom's friends, because Brittani wasn't really that close with either of them. They just drank together, been to a concert or two, but for her, they were rather hang out buddies than real friends. Brittani had one good friend and it was far enough for her.
She liked those little hangouts, at least as long as they didn't end up with hangovers. That was one of the biggest problems she'd been facing. She was rarely able to hold her drink, yet she still loved that bittersweet taste on her tongue, that feeling of her head spinning, the way booze broke the ice. But today she felt great, far greater than usually, even though she was already three pints down. Her three companions had noticed that as well. Brittani was the jester of the party and even though they all knew that under this dark superficies was a cheerful, crazy girl, she seemed even looser now.
Tom had it the worst, because he was the closest one. He didn't really mind occasional pinches and snuggles – Brittani tended to act this way sometimes, but they both knew it was just an innocent fooling around. He didn't even pay much attention to Brit's cold hands rubbing him from time to time – well, he rubbed her back, they both laughed and that was it, at least for a while.
Mark and Gina were also used to such behaviour. That was the way Brittani was, showing her playful side. But they both noticed Tom started showing mixed feelings. He loved that girl to death, he couldn't say he didn't, but the closer she was getting, the more his body reacted in the ways he wouldn't necessarily want it to.
"Brit, this is getting a bit awkward…" he whispered to her, when she leaned on him again.
Brittani seemed to get the message. She moved back a little bit and cut down on her playfulness. Not completely, of course, but at least she kept it as rare and innocent as possible.
The party was over soon, as Mark and Gina had their own plans for the rest of the evening. At least that was the official version, but deep down inside Tom felt like Brittani's behaviour might've made them a bit uneasy. Retreating was always the best option in such circumstances – just in case the host counted on some private time.
Brittani didn't leave, but this was more than obvious. She lived at the other end of the city and even if she wanted to, Tom certainly wouldn't be down with letting her go in such state. Drunken chicks are magnets for bad events and they usually end up in their centre. But Brittani didn't want to leave anyway. She rarely left at nights, knowing she might need someone to take care of her in the evening, when hangovers start.
The girl took a quick shower, hoping it will ease the morning pain even a little bit, then went straight to bed. Not the couch, not Tom's bed, but the biggest, four poster bed in the house. And Tom didn't mind that as well. The more time he spent with Brittani, the less he cared about anything she was doing.
While she might have problems holding her drink, she definitely didn't have one falling asleep, especially after taking some booze. Within a couple minutes, she was fast asleep, snoring loudly. And then Tom came up with a plan.
A doorbell rang, announcing another guest. Brittani was late, as always.
"The vampire queen has arrived," giggled Tom, opening the door.
The girl just shrugged.
"What's up?" she asked, giving him a quick hug.
She was already used to his remarks on the way she dressed. It wasn't her fault she just felt comfortable in black. Black ripped jeans, black T-shirt, black sneakers… it just matched both her persona and her raven hair. Contrasting with the girl's alabaster skin and occasionally blood red lips – though this time she went just for a light pinkish gloss – it might look like she was some kind of apparition or, like Tom had just called her, "the vampire queen", but at least she stood out from the crowd of bleach blonde, fake tanned, stupid lasses. And she looked damn great. She knew she did. And she knew people around thought so.
Brittani and Tom had known each other since elementary school. It was one of those weird relations that constantly floated between something resembling a siblinghood and a pair of lovers, yet never fully becoming one or the other. When they hung out – and they used to hang out really often – they were usually taken for a couple, but deep inside, they felt more like a brother and sister kind of bond. Whatever it was and however it would be called, they just liked being in each other's vicinity.
The girl jumped out of her shoes – of course she had black socks underneath, what other colour could they be – and headed for the fridge.
"Yeah, of course you know there's booze waiting for you…" she heard Tom laughing behind her.
It was a small party, just the kind they both liked. Tom, Brittani and their two close friends – Mark and Gina. Well, more like Tom's friends, because Brittani wasn't really that close with either of them. They just drank together, been to a concert or two, but for her, they were rather hang out buddies than real friends. Brittani had one good friend and it was far enough for her.
She liked those little hangouts, at least as long as they didn't end up with hangovers. That was one of the biggest problems she'd been facing. She was rarely able to hold her drink, yet she still loved that bittersweet taste on her tongue, that feeling of her head spinning, the way booze broke the ice. But today she felt great, far greater than usually, even though she was already three pints down. Her three companions had noticed that as well. Brittani was the jester of the party and even though they all knew that under this dark superficies was a cheerful, crazy girl, she seemed even looser now.
Tom had it the worst, because he was the closest one. He didn't really mind occasional pinches and snuggles – Brittani tended to act this way sometimes, but they both knew it was just an innocent fooling around. He didn't even pay much attention to Brit's cold hands rubbing him from time to time – well, he rubbed her back, they both laughed and that was it, at least for a while.
Mark and Gina were also used to such behaviour. That was the way Brittani was, showing her playful side. But they both noticed Tom started showing mixed feelings. He loved that girl to death, he couldn't say he didn't, but the closer she was getting, the more his body reacted in the ways he wouldn't necessarily want it to.
"Brit, this is getting a bit awkward…" he whispered to her, when she leaned on him again.
Brittani seemed to get the message. She moved back a little bit and cut down on her playfulness. Not completely, of course, but at least she kept it as rare and innocent as possible.
The party was over soon, as Mark and Gina had their own plans for the rest of the evening. At least that was the official version, but deep down inside Tom felt like Brittani's behaviour might've made them a bit uneasy. Retreating was always the best option in such circumstances – just in case the host counted on some private time.
Brittani didn't leave, but this was more than obvious. She lived at the other end of the city and even if she wanted to, Tom certainly wouldn't be down with letting her go in such state. Drunken chicks are magnets for bad events and they usually end up in their centre. But Brittani didn't want to leave anyway. She rarely left at nights, knowing she might need someone to take care of her in the evening, when hangovers start.
The girl took a quick shower, hoping it will ease the morning pain even a little bit, then went straight to bed. Not the couch, not Tom's bed, but the biggest, four poster bed in the house. And Tom didn't mind that as well. The more time he spent with Brittani, the less he cared about anything she was doing.
While she might have problems holding her drink, she definitely didn't have one falling asleep, especially after taking some booze. Within a couple minutes, she was fast asleep, snoring loudly. And then Tom came up with a plan.
