Page 122 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
"Absolutely." She poured us each another and I downed that one too.
I took a deep breath and glanced in the mirror one last time. "Let's go," I said. I grabbed her arm and we made our way out of our dorm. "It's so cold."
"We'll be there soon. Definitely not worth bringing coats. We'd probably just lose them."
"Definitely." I was trying to be less like myself, but I still wished that I had a jacket.
When we arrived at the frat house, the music was already blaring. It almost felt like the ground was shaking. Or maybe it just felt like that because I had already had three shots. We walked in the front door and looked around.
"Hey, birthday girl." Tyler smiled at me and walked over to us. He was wearing all black with a mask that covered just around his eyes. And a sword was strapped to his belt.
"Tyler!" I threw my arms around him.
"Whoa. Did you pregame or something?" Tyler kept his hand on my waist when I let go of his neck.
"We had a few shots before coming here," Melissa said. "Where's Josh?"
"Setting up the keg in the basement."
"I will see you two later. Remember that advice I gave you, Penny." Melissa gave me a not so subtle wink and left to find Josh.
"Tyler." I traced my finger along his sword. "Your sword is huge." I giggled to myself.
"You are so drunk," he laughed.
"No. No, I'm not. I'm just happy. It's my birthday party!"
"Well I'm glad you're happy."
"Are you?" I looked into his blue eyes. It was easy to get lost in them.
"Look, Penny, I'm sorry about the other day. It's none of my business whether you report Professor Hunter..."
"No, I am. I'm so sorry about everything. I've been such an idiot."
"Yes, you have." He was smiling at me.
"Tyler," I said teasingly and shoved his shoulder. "What are you supposed to be anyway?"
Tyler let go of my waist and stepped back. "You don't know?"
"Zorro?"
"What? No, I'm not Zorro. I can't believe you don't recognize me from your favorite movie."
"Oh my God, you're Westley?!"
"Technically the Dread Pirate Roberts, but yes."
"You're Westley! Tyler that's so sweet. God, you're like the sweetest guy ever. I can't believe you dressed up for me."
"Well it is your birthday party."
I stepped toward him and leaned in close. "Is your mustache real?"
"Does it look fake?"
I rubbed my index finger along his upper lip.
