"Let's fucking go!"

Marianne stood on top of the table, swinging her satchel that said "Bride To Be" around like a lasso in the air.

The girl was completely wasted.

Alana threw her head back, laughing at her drunk best friend's antics. She leaned her head on Leanne's shoulder, watching as Marianne grabbed Elle's hands and urged the girl onto the table with her.

Today was the day of Marianne's bachelorette party, and Alana made it her mission to make sure her best friend had the best day ever. They had started with a nice brunch at a fancy greenhouse cafe. The day followed with a relaxing spa day for all the ladies to get pampered before heading to Starlight, one of the most elite nightclubs in Los Angeles.

Alana had reserved a private room that overlooked the entire club, away from all the prying eyes. The neon atmospheric lights lit up the room, setting the mood, and with the privacy, the girls were able to let loose without worrying about being filmed or photographed.

A private bar stood in the back of the room with a pole right in the middle of the room, where they had female dancers come in to give the bride-to-be a lap dance to which Marianne cheered and giggled the entire time, screaming about how she won't be able to experience this once she became a married woman.

Yeah, like she said earlier, the girl was completely wasted.

"I'm getting fucking married, bitch!" Marianne shouted, wrapping her arm around Elle's shoulders before jumping, the table shaking beneath them, yet the girls were too drunk to even care.

"She's getting fucking married, bitch!" The girls chorused back, cheering Marianne on.

Aurora sat down next to Alana with a very well-deserved drink in her hand. Being the mother of 4 kids now, she practically had no time to relax with the girls. It was Aurora's first time dressing up to go out in a while, with a black dress that matched the rest of the girls while Marianne, the bride-to-be, wore gold.

Alana, herself, wore a black satin body-con one-shoulder dress that accentuated her figure. She had snapped a photo after she had gotten ready with the girls and it had taken a lot of restraint for Asher to not march over to the club and bring her home with him.

"She's so drunk," giggled Aurora, who was also drunk herself.

They watched as both Marianne and Elle stumbled off the table, taking a seat beside the rest of the girls.

"Why aren't you drinking, babe?" asked Marianne, her speech slurring as she turned to look at Alana with a scrutinizing stare.

"I am," Alana held up her drink, jiggling it in front of her to show Marianne.

Marianne squinted her eyes, trying to look at the glass before shaking her head dramatically. "Not enough."

Alana chuckled. "Well, as your maid-of-honor, I gotta get you girls home safely."

Marianne pouted, drunkenly pointing her drink at Alana. "And as the bride, I demand you let loose and enjoy this party. Seriously, you've made this the best bachelorette party a girl could ever ask for, so just relax and enjoy it," She gestured the bartender over. "Get my best friend another drink!"

The rest of the girls cheered, each chanting, "Drink. Drink. Drink."

Alana shook her head before glancing at the door to where Matt and Kyle stood because despite it being a bachelorette party, she was still Alana Sommers. That and her boyfriend was Asher Pierce, who was overprotective and couldn't help but still worry about her going out without her bodyguards or him.

And it was the same for the other ladies as well. Xavier had wanted to hire more men to watch over the girls, but Aurora had given him a very stern talking to, which made him begrudgingly agree to just Matt and Kyle.

The bartender handed Alana another glass. "As per the bride-to-be's orders."

Rolling her eyes playfully with a smile, she took the drink, downing it in one shot as the girls continued to cheer. She scrunched her face, the bitterness of the alcohol going down her throat, warming her body up.

Surely, one more drink wouldn't hurt, right?

Oh, who was she kidding? This was going to be a long night.

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Alana giggled as she watched Matt push a few buttons on the elevator, finding the sound of the beeping completely amusing to her.

Behind her, Marianne huffed as she leaned against Kyle, feeling impatient, despite waiting less than a minute.

The elevator doors opened, revealing Asher, who had been notified of their arrival and was waiting for them to come up to his apartment. He had just gotten out of the shower, his hair still a bit damp, evidence of him having just gotten out of the shower. His attire was casual as he wore a white t-shirt that showcased his muscular form and a pair of grey sweatpants.

Alana, still drunk, lifted her head and lazily smiled at her boyfriend. Not even hiding the fact that she was blatantly checking him out, she licked her lips as he watched her with amusement.

"Asher!"

She jumped into Asher's arm, practically chucking herself at him, who despite the sudden movement, caught her flawlessly without even stumbling back, only letting out a soft, "Oof."

"Hi baby," he gently smiled, placing a small kiss on her forehead as she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, basically trying to attach herself to him. He brushed her messy hair out of her face before giving Matt and Kyle a nod. "Thank you, gentlemen, for bringing her home safe."

"No problem, sir."

"Lani?" Pouted Marianne, catching Alana's attention." You're leaving me?"

Alana gasped as if she had forgotten something. "Can Mari please stay with us? Please?"

She looked up, giving Asher her best puppy dog eyes, ones where she knew he couldn't resist. He shook his head, causing her to pout.

"Jayce is waiting for her at home, baby. Maybe another day," he suggested rubbing her bare arm when he felt her slightly shivering from the cold.

Alana pouted further, now completely sullen, before turning to look at her best friend, leaning her entire body weight on Asher. "He said no, Mari."

"But- I thought we were having a sleepover," Mari's expression fell, before sending her brother a glare. "Tell your boyfriend he's being mean."

Alana nodded, turning back to Asher like he couldn't hear their conversation. "Mari said you're being mean."

"Jayce is waiting for you-," he reasoned, causing Marianne to gasp.

"Jayce!" She exclaimed, cutting him off, suddenly remembering that she had a fiancé. She began to pull on Kyle's arm. "Let's go now!"

Asher shook his head with amusement, steadying Alana as she swayed in her heels. "Good luck, boys."

They were most definitely going to need it.

"Thank you, sir," the two mumbled, unsure of how they were going to handle the very drunk Marianne.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go," chanted Marianne, as she stumbled forward, trying to tug the two grown men behind her, wanting to see her fiancé.

Yeah, Asher was definitely paying them more than a little extra this month for dealing with not only his drunk girlfriend but also his troublemaking sister.

"Bye Lani! I'll miss ya', bitch," Marianne called out as the elevator doors closed. She blew a kiss to which Alana immediately returned.

"Muah!" Alana sighed happily, before turning back around to face Asher once again.

"Come on, beautiful— let's get you to bed," he suggested, wrapping his arms around her, leading her further into the apartment.

Halfway through, she had decided that she suddenly did not want to walk, resulting in him giving her a piggyback ride.

"Wee," she cheered, swinging her legs back and forth as she kept her arms around Asher's neck. She suddenly froze, leaning tilting her head forward and around so that she could look at his face. "You know, you look like my boyfriend."

Asher chuckled, continuing his journey towards the bedroom. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded, bobbing her head up and down.

"I bet he's pretty handsome," he added cheekily, just to see what she was going to say in her drunk state.

"Super handsome," she muttered, her speech still a bit slurred. "His name is Asher and I love him so much."

Asher smiled, deciding to play along. "I'm sure he loves you more."

He finally made it to his bedroom and walked over to his bed, before sitting down, so Alana could get on the bed.

Alana sighed, flopping back onto the bed, grinning at how soft the sheets were. Asher helped her take off her heels before leaving the room to get her water. He came back with a glass only to find Alana still in the exact same position as he had left her.

Gently, he helped her sit up, causing her to grumble with distaste at being moved. "Drink."

He held the glass to her lips, knowing it would help her slightly with the hangover she was going to have tomorrow morning. But of course, his girl likes to make everything more difficult for him because she shook her head in defiance and flat out refused to drink.

"Come on, baby, you're going to have a headache tomorrow if you don't drink," he coaxed, bringing the glass up to her lips.

And once again, she refused, glaring at the glass as if it were the vilest thing in the world.

"If you drink, I'll give you a kiss," he bargained.

Alana's expression changed to a thoughtful one as she very seriously contemplated his offer, which he found it fucking adorable the way her face scrunched up.

Water for a kiss from this hunk of a man in front of her? Oh hell yeah.

"Okay!" Alana happily grabbed the glass of water and took a couple of sips of the water, sighing happily when all the water was gone.

It really was as simple as that.

Asher bit back a smile swiping a few strands of hair out of her face. "What am I going to do with you?" He murmured.

Taking the glass out of her hands, he placed it on the nightstand, giving himself a mental reminder to fill it up for her later.

"Kiss," she demanded, causing him to chuckle. Asher leaned forward, placing a short but sweet kiss on her lips.

Finally obtaining her reward, she fell back onto the bed, smiling lazily up at him. She grumbled with annoyance when he tried getting her to get up so she could get changed and get ready for bed. When she refused to budge, he carried her once again and brought her to the restroom.

He sat her on top of the counter and there, he helped her brush her teeth and take off all her makeup— all while she swung her legs with excitement.

A drunk Alana was a rare one and sure, her entire night routine time was taking way longer than usual, yet he couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable and enjoy every minute of it. She smiled sweetly at him, face completely bare with a little tint of red on her cheeks, indicating that she was still drunk.

How was she this damn beautiful?

"You're so pretty," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her on the nose, causing her to giggle further. With her perched on top of the marble counter, they were almost the same height.

"No, I think you're pretty," she replied her tone a mixture of both sleepy and drunk. She ran her hand through his hair. "So soft."

Asher shook his head with amusement— it was definitely time for bed. "Alright, baby. Let's get you to bed."

Once again, he brought her back to bed, helping her change out of her dress, so that she could sleep comfortably. And by the time he was done helping her get settled in, she was already completely knocked out.

"I love you, baby," He placed a kiss on her forehead, making a small smile appear on her lips. "Sleep well."

Getting in beside her, her body seemed to automatically gravitate towards his. He wrapped his arms around her body, bringing it so that she now laid on top of his chest. Alana cuddled further into him, naturally seeking his warmth.

And just like Alana sought his warmth, he sought hers as well. In all honesty, Asher slept the best when Alana was sleeping soundly in his arms. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, there was only one thought in his mind.

Alana was most definitely going to have an awful time with that hangover tomorrow morning.

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Finally an update! There's less than 10 chapters left in Chasing Alana (sadly), and then my focus will be on Fated Forever! Aesthetics are also posted so be sure to check them out on instagram @ insouciiancy. Thank you always for being so patient with me and I hope you all enjoy the chapter my loves <3