Not A Big Deal

“YOU look hot in your black dress, Isla!” Becca exclaimed while staring at her.
“You look gorgeous and hot as well with your red dress, Becca,” she replied.
She was standing in front of the full-length mirror while Becca is putting her stilettos on. She pressed a little amount of powder into her cheeks and put some lip tint on her lips.
She used to wear simple makeup—or no make-up at all since her skin is a little bit sensitive. While Becca, well, she used to put a large amount of it and a super-duper red lip. But she’s still pretty just like her even if no makeup at all. Becca was just used to putting thick makeup on her face.
“You didn’t wear your bra again?” Becca uttered when she looked down into her showing cleavage.
She shook her head. “I don’t use bras too often. You know that. I’d rather use nipple pads than—”
“But still, you must wear it. We’re going to a public place and who knows who, bars and clubs are room for perverts. What if they just pull your dress and—”
“Don’t be too paranoid, Becca. It’s no big deal, really. So, let’s go?” she asked.
Becca shook her head. “Lucky for you because you have huge tits while mine—oh, never mind,” she uttered.
“Silly,” she replied and smiled.
She grabbed her small gold sling bag and wear it.
“What a princess in her sling bag. You must use clutch than that,” Becca asserted.
She arched her brow. “Do you have to notice everything that I wear right now?” she asked and let out a soft chuckle.
Becca rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Anyway, let’s go!” she said.
Since Becca’s parents are not overprotective like her family—especially her brother, they then let her drive her car. How a lucky bitch.
“It sounds and looks good if we drive and convoy towards the club or wherever we go,” Becca uttered when they were traveling to the club.
“However, that jerk brother of yours was too paranoid and insane that he still treats you like a baby. Geez, what a jerk!” Becca exclaimed in disgust.
She shook her head. “Apollo will always be Apollo. I can’t undo that; he just wants the best for me. Ever since our father died, Apollo took his responsibilities. Especially, mom is always out of the country because of our business,” she uttered and sighed as she looked outside the window.
“Don’t you think he’s acting too much? It seems like she doesn’t trust you or what. You’re old enough to know things.” Becca glanced at her before gazing back in front and maneuvering the steering wheel to the left. “You also have the right to be free.”
“I don’t think that much. I mean, I’m okay with it. I understand him and well, he’s my brother and he’s older than me. He knew things that will be good to me.”
Becca shook her head. “You’re lying—well, your words were half-meant. I know you’re already struggling with it. Apollo was too tight for a brother. You should talk to him—”
“I don’t want to start any misunderstanding between us. We’re siblings and I should respect him—”
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s stop talking about that jerk. It’s getting me pissed,” Becca asserted.
She let out a soft chuckle. “Yet you open up about him. Sometimes, I don’t get you. You’re like Apollo. Both were in denial—”
“What?”
“Admit it, you like—I mean you love the kiss, right?”
Becca grimaced. “Yuck!”
She smiled and just shook her head.
After a couple of minutes of driving, they arrived at the club—it was Becca’s choice since she doesn’t know any club in the town.
“Do we need to show identification card to the bouncer?” she asked when they were walking in the direction of the entrance.
She can’t help to feel nervous when she saw those two muscled and tattooed men at the entrance of the club.
“Chill. Relax. Leave the talking to me,” Becca uttered. She smiled at the two bouncers.
“Good evening boys,” Becca greeted which makes Isla to frowned.
“IDs?” the bouncer on their left asked.
Becca rolled her eyes. “Seriously? What do you think of us? A three-year-old kid?” she asked and Isla saw how she pulled her dress down, slightly to flash her tits which later caught the attention of the two.
“Just let them in, pal,” said the other one.
They then headed to enter.
“Thanks, boys. Have a lovely night,” Becca uttered, flirtatiously.
Isla smiled and shook her head. “You’re unbelievable, Becca.”
“You mean, I am awesome?”
She arched her brow and smiled. “Yeah. Yeah.”
Becca shook her head and they walked until they reached the inside.
Damn! there were many people inside. It was just eight in the evening and the club was almost full of party-goers.
They walked towards the bar and Becca order their drinks. “Give us the best in the house for tonight, handsome,” Becca asserted and winked at the bartender.
She then pinched her on her belly. “What?”
“Seriously? If Apollo will know about this—”
“Apollo, again? Seriously? Please, this night is amazing for me, don’t ruin it by uttering your jerky brother,” she said and rolled her eyes.
She laughed. “Whatever.”
After a while, the bartender pushes two glasses of the color red with a lime on the side of the glass. “What’s this?” she asked Becca while lifting her glass.
“Bottoms up!” Becca exclaimed and winked at her as she clings her glass into hers and drank into it.
She winced as she looked at the red thing inside the glass. “These looks like blood—”
“Come on, Isla. Bottoms up! And order whatever you want. It’s on me, okay?”
“Wow, rich?” she uttered.
“Oh. I am bitch!” Becca replied.
She rolled her eyes and sipped into her glass. She winced when she tasted the drink. The warmth of it seems to slit her throat. “What the fuck is this thing?” she asked in disgust.
Becca laughed blending into the loud music of the club. “Get used to it! They don’t offer fruit juice here,” she mocked.
She rolled her eyes at her. “Just order me some beer. I hate the taste of it. It’s bitter, spicy, and damn, too hot for my throat,” she complained.
Becca shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.” “Hey!” she called the bartender. “Bring this lady a beer with the lowest alcohol and some pistachio nuts. Thanks,” Becca uttered and the bartender nodded.
“There, I order you drinks that will suit your impossible taste. Damn, Isla, you should start to love these drinks. Zero like ladies who also want to drink what he likes,” she added.
She frowned. “What’s the connection?”
“Oh, come on, babe. Zero already claimed you, right?”
She was stunned and was like her soul was taken by a grim reaper.
“W-What are you saying?”
“Don’t worry, it’s just a secret—”
“What the hell are you talking about? Are you drunk? Why would Zero and I—”
“He kissed you, right? He already claimed your lips. I knew that, Isla. When your mom asked you to call your brother—”
“You saw that?” she asked with wide eyes.
Becca smirked and nodded.
“I thought…” she whispered and shook her head.
“What?” Becca asked as she arched her brow.
“Nothing. The kiss is not a big deal—”
“Really?”
She nodded and suddenly, she drank into her glass. Again, her throat seems to be slit. She thought, Becca already knew about what happened between them that night and the other day. But turns out that it’s just about the kiss.
She’s safe.