“I’m not really up to going out tonight, Kyla.”, I insisted after the third time she had asked me. She looked at me with this huge pout on her face, “Come on roomie, I really need to blow off some steam, it’s been a really rough week.", she presisted. "Don’t give me the pout, Ky. It’s so not going to work!", I laughed not looking up from my sketchbook. I continued lightly drawing, when all of a sudden a feel hands on my ankle. I look down and see Kyla on her knees, I see she has now resorted to begging. I’m really not going to be able to get her to leave me alone until I give in, it’s crazy that I already know her well enough to know this. "The bands that are playing tonight are really awesome. Please come with me Spencer, I need a good wing-man." , Kyla whined. I huffed out my breath and closed my sketchbook, a little smile spread across her face, she knew I was giving in. "Okay fine, get up before I have to take advantage of you in this compromizing postion. But, you’re buying me drinks with that fake-ID of yours.", I exclaimed standing up. She jumped up letting out a squeal, throwing her arms around me in a bone- crushing hug. I rolled my eyes, "Kyla, if you want me to go you have to release me from this bear trap you call a hug so, I can get ready." She just chuckled a little, "Okay go on then with your little HOT ASS!", Kyla joked slapping me on the ass as I passed by her to go into the bathroom. "Oh be careful what you wish for Ky, I’ll be getting more girls than you.", I smirked before closing the door. I heard her yell, "you wish" before I turned on the shower. I laughed to myself as I adjusted the shower’s temperature and started to get undressed. My roommate is insane, what am I going to do with this girl. I quickly showered, wrapping a towel around me I walked back into the room. I went over to my closet and scanned the contents for something to make everyone drool. Not that I was vain and needed attention, it was just easier to get into one of this places if you looked HOT and if I get a couple free drinks out of it then so be it! That’s right I have a little bit of a cocky side, not very often but, sometimes it comes out. Ahhh…perfect. I took out the perfect outfit and walked back into the bathroom to get dressed. While inside I blow-dried my hair and started to put on a little bit of make-up. I don’t wear a lot of make-up but, I decided to go for whole smoky-sultry look for my eyes instead of just my usual simple only eyeliner. Then adding a bit of gloss to my full lips to pull it all together. Okay..very nice..I say to myself as I look in the mirror. I walked out of the bathroom, I watched as Kyla looked up from the magazine she was reading. Her jaw dropped and her eyes became the size of saucers in like two seconds flat. "Damn Spencer! Maybe I am in trouble, you look like every girl’s walking wet dream!", she said standing up and coming over to me to take a better look. I spun around with a small smirk on my face. I did look damn good. I was wearing a pair of faded, torn jeans that were so tight they looked like they were painted on, black boots and to top it all off a tight pin-striped black vest that tied around my neck. The vest exposing a good amount of cleavage and my toned stomach. It also showed what I was most proud of…my tattoos. Oh..didnt I tell you I had tattoos. I didn’t…oh well I do. Oh you thought I didn’t seem like the type to be all inked up. Well, I am, I have quite a few to be exact. My left arm is sleeved: roses, a painter’s palette, stars, wings, and sparrows; fill it out quite nicely. I have a sexy tribal that runs across the expanse of my lower back and wraps around touching both my hip bones. Then last is my favorite, a colorful lotus blossom across my chest, drawing a bit of attention if you know what I mean, HEHE.