"I can't believe you mooned us!" Zacky yelled as he shoved Johnny into the sand as the group of you made your way back towards your things. Your initial plan of attack had worked, after a lot of splashing and near misses that is. Once Zacky had gotten back up onto Syn's shoulders though it had gotten a lot harder. At that point whoever next fell into the water was the loser, so the four of you were fighting tooth and nail. It had taken Johnny full on mooning your opponent to win, like full on balls dangling cheeks a blazing mooning. It had given you and Jimmy just the advantage you needed to pull off a win. Turned out Syn and Zacky were sore losers as Johnny laughed from the sand before standing and brushing himself off.

"But it was so worth it to see the looks on your faces!" Johnny crowed before turning and dashing up towards the unlit fire pit.

You grinned immensely as you finally got to the chair you had claimed as yours at the beginning of the day. It was dusk by this point and was about time to get the fire started.

"Winners are off the duty roster list! Someone get this fire started!" you shouted as you tossed Jimmy a beer as he sat next to you. It was hard liquor time, but you figured you would wait to crack out the bottles next to you as soon as everyone else was situated.

"Losers are on fire duty! Cheating ref is on food clean up duty!" your brother announced as he sat down on the sand near a cooler close to the fire pit.

"What about you? What are you doing? You didn't win!" Syn scoffed as he picked up wood and brought it towards the pit.

"I was ganged up on and disqualified early on. Plus, I have a sand castle to build," Matt replied as he motioned with his head to his left. And sure as not, there was Katie on her knees gathering a large amount of sand into a central pile.

"Can I build the mote once I clean all this crap up?" Johnny asked as he dumped paper plates and plastic utensils into a black trash bag.

"Mhm, I'll save it for you," Katie responded, head down as she started shaping out the base for the sand castle. You had no idea what your brother's ginormous hands were going to create other than sand castle destruction but figured it was going to be a good show.

You leaned back in your chair and grinned at the scene unfolding in front of you. With a shake of your head you grabbed your giant lime green tank top and slipped it over your mostly dry body before trying to knock the rest of the water out of your ears. It still felt like your brain was floating in an ocean of Florida ocean water.

"Cheers to the winning team?" Jimmy asked beside you. You turned to see him holding his beer out towards you.

"Cheers indeed," you said with a wink as you clinked your beer with his before taking a sip, a twinkle in your eyes.

"We are one hell of a duo you and I. Team Jimmy and Kales, an unstoppable force!" Jimmy said before taking a sip, well a chug, of his own beer in salute to you.

"Jimmy and Kales, no one can beat us! Together till the very fiery end!" you cheered in salute before lifting your beer and chugging the remaining contents. Belching you threw your empty in Johnny's direction as he worked on finishing up cleaning up. You could have put your can beside you to be cleaned up later when you left, but this was much more fun. Satisfied at Johnny's curse you reached into the cooler next to you for another beer and the first bottle of Jack for the night. First of many you were guessing.

"Hey winner winner chicken dinner over there, toss us two beers would you?" Syn asked as he stood from the now lit fire pit. With a smile and a nod you reached into the cooler and brought out two extra beers. You let them slip from your hands to fall onto your chair, pretending they were to wet to hold onto. Picking them up you lobbed them both at Syn and Zacky, purposefully making sure they fell too short and landed in the sand like a foot or so from them. Syn gave you a look as he picked up his as well as the other.

"Oops?" you replied cheekily with an innocent look on your face before leaning back and cracking open your new beer. The fire felt amazing on your feet, the stars were out, everyone was pleasant, there was booze to drink and a sand castle was in the works. It was going to be a good night.

-xXx-


Eventually the beach party had ended seven of you had piled into cabs with all your crap, trash deposited into a nearby public dumpster for the beach, and were now piling out in front of the hotel you were staying at. As drunk as everyone was you were hoping that everyone was tipping their cabbies nicely, no one threw up in your cab but you had been loud and rowdy. You were hoping the hundred dollar tip covered your behavior on the short trip to the hotel. It took a few minutes for all of you to pile out of the cabs with all of your stuff before making your way into the hotel. It took another few minutes for everyone to dig out their key cards for their rooms. You smiled a little bit at the fact that Katie was still with you since you knew the roadies and techs were somewhere else for the night. And if you remembered correctly, your brother had gotten a room all to himself for this stay. Looks like someone was getting some tonight, or whatever it was the two of them did. So caught up in your lewd musings in the small secluded area before the elevators that you didn't know anyone was behind you until you felt a finger trace your shoulder.

"Is there a second place, runners up prize? Seems only fair," a voice drunkenly whispered against your ear.

"Zacky," you whispered harshly through your teeth.

"Come on, I think you should give me a prize for getting my ass beat and for being ever so nice to you all night," Zacky drunkenly purred against your neck right behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Zacky, you really need to back the fuck off," you said as civily as possible.

"Just a wee little prize," Zacky whispered before pressing up against your backside, letting you know just how much he wanted a second place prize, before running his fingers down your arm as they traced your bright ink.

"Get off me Zacky, you're drunk and starting to piss me off," you said strongly through gritted teeth as you tried shoving him away with your shoulders and back.

"You're already wearing next to nothing, we could fuck in the elevator and be done well before we reached our floor. No one would have to know," Zacky urged as he brought his body flush with yours once again.

"Nice to know what you think of your lasting capabilities. Glad to know your stamina is about the same level as the rest of you. And I would know Zacky, I would know and never be able to live with it. I'd never forget it," you answered, anger building up under your skin as you felt yourself flush with hate. Or something, whatever it was it was making your skin go hot and red.

"And yet you can't remember why you hate me," Zacky breathed against your neck once again as his hand came to rest on your hip.

"Excuse me?! How the HELL did you know that?" you almost shouted in shock, trying to turn around to face him. Failing as his hands kept you in place.

"And besides, you've almost fucked every dick on this tour. Why can't I get get a piece of what you're practically throwing away for free hmmm?" Zacky asked, his tone somewhere between a sneer and lust.

"Zacky, you better let me the fuck go or you will regret it," you hissed venomously, your hands twitching into fists as you tried to remember not to punch him in the face.

"I don't thi-," Zacky started to say but you didn't let him finish. As his hands had loosened their grip on you you twirled around to face him, a foot or so now between the two of you.

"Zacky?" you sneered.

Zacky looked up at your face, finally tearing his eyes off your body.

"Eat shit," you spat before throwing your weight forward and head butting him as hard as you could. The sound of your head coming in contact with his resounded throughout the area near the elevators. It was either that or the sound of him collapsing to the floor out cold that brought everyone running towards the two of you.

"Kales what the fuck did you do?" your brother shouted as he dropped to his knees next to his guitarist.

"I think she fucking head butted him bro," Johnny said in awe as he watched everything going on.

You felt your eyes swim and your knees turn to rubber. You needed to make it to your room, and soon. As everyone flustered about and around the unconscious Zacky you made your way towards the right elevator to take you to your floor. You made it to the shiny doors and pushed the up button before you felt a familiar presence next to you.

"Kales?" Jimmy asked, sounding worried. You blinked your eyes rapidly to try and shake the black from your vision.

"Is anyone looking at us?" you asked in a slurred whisper as you heard the elevator arrive to take you up.

"No, but," Jimmy started.

"Good, because I need to keep face and you're going to need to catch me," you let out before falling into Jimmy's open arms unconscious.

-xXx-


"I'm coming, I'm coming," you growled at whoever was banging on your hotel door. You had woken hungover and had worked most of the alcohol out of your system by taking a longer then needed very hot bath. Jimmy had told you about carrying you up to your shared room the night before when you had both woken up before he had left to go find food. Apparently he had caught you and whisked you away into the elevator before anyone had seen you collapse. He had then stripped you and put you to bed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers and you had slept the sleep of the dead. Or severely head injured.

When he had left to go eat was when you had decided to work your hangover off with a boiling hot hour plus long soak. You had checked out your face and were gladly surprised to see that the damage on your end was minimal, nothing a little cover up couldn't cure. And you had head butted Zacky correctly, so there had been no damage to your bridge piercing. You had head butted someone once the wrong way and had almost torn the barbell at the bridge of your nose out. You were glad that this hadn't been a repeat of that time.

Cursing the person banging incessantly on your door you ripped it open only to be met with a familiar face.

"What do you want Sixx?" you growled, realizing you were still in your fluffy over sized white hotel bathrobe.

"Uh you were suppose to tattoo me at the next hotel stop. Couldn't find you yesterday and so ta-da here I am today," Andy grinned at you as only he could.

"Oh I forgot, come on in. Don't get black grease on my fucking shit or I'll murder you," you said sweetly as you headed towards the bathroom to put on the clothes you had had on the night before.

"Uh, hungover much?" Andy said from out in the hotel room.

"How did you guess?" you asked as you came out, fully dressed and began searching for your tattooing supplies, hoping they had made it into the hotel along with everything else.

"Because you didn't notice that I'm not painted," Andy teased.

You looked over your shoulder at the tiny lead singer now sprawled out on your unmade bed. Apparently you were still not completely with it because there wasn't a lick of black grease paint anywhere on his body. Good time to be tattooing someone you figured sarcastically.

"What the hell am I tattooing on you this time?" you asked as you started to arrange everything you were going to need. You ever managed to pull over one of the small side tables towards the bed.

"I wanted another Batman symbol," Andy replied nonchalantly, still sprawled out on your bed like he owned it.

"Should have figured. Where this time?" you asked with an eye roll, you really should have guessed it would be something to do with Batman. That boy had such a hard on for the Bat it was ridiculous.

"On my ass. Ohhh yeeeah!" Andy replied cheekily as he sat up to wink at you ridiculously.

"Andy love, there is no way in hell I am tattooing your tiny scrawny little non-existent ass. There's nothing there to tattoo on! Now pick a real spot or I'm kicking your special self right out my door!" you exasperated as you plugged everything in and searched for your gloves.

"I don't have a tiny scrawny little non-existent ass!" Andy squawked dramatically.

"Sure you don't bird boy," you chided as you snapped on a pair of black rubber gloves.

Notes

Hello head butt for the win!
Talk about getting your point across!
AND she didn't break tour rules of punching him in the face and leaving visible bruises!
Head butts are nasty things too!

And yay I introduced Andy Biersack into the story.
Course at this point in time he's still going as Andy Sixx but that's just me messing with time placement for the story.
w00t w00t