“Katie, how many Hurricanes have we consumed?” you giggled as you wiggled your new black tipped lime green toenails inside your boots.

“Uh, not enough I think,” Katie said with a grin as she waved down a waitress, signaling that we needed another round.

“So, since we’ve got a few drinks under out belts it’s time for you to spill,” you teased as you lit a cigarette. Thank god for outside seating and gorgeous weather.

“Spill what? I will not be spilling my drink thank you very much, I’m not drunk yet!” Katie scoffed at you with a dirty look that she only half pulled off.

“No silly. I meant spill. . . about my brother! I want it all! Well not all, his penis size is something you can keep to yourself. And while I do know most of his kinks, don’t ask as it involved a ridiculous drinking game ages ago, I want to know the rest!” you exasperated, arms momentarily flying into the air and knocking into someone walking behind you.

“Sorry,” you called over your shoulder with your best sexy smile at the hot guy you had hit, the sun glinting off your facial piercings. He winked at you, slipping a napkin into your hand that was still in the air above your head. You put the napkin with his number on it in the middle of the table. With the others.

“That’s a little ridiculous Kales,” Katie said, casting a sad look at the pile between the two of you.

“Oi, a good portion of them are yours too. And you won’t get the subject changed that easily! No amount of alcohol will derail me from this subject matter. So, speak woman!” you commanded with a ridiculous wave of your hands as you ashed your cigarette on the ground and then quickly brought your hands down as your waitress had arrived with your newest drink order.

Katie leaned in a took a huge sip of the enormously large drink sitting in front of her. Seeming to find her answer or her courage.

“He’s nice,” she managed to choke out after she swallowed.

You gave her the look.

“He’s nice? He’s nice? And I’m a bloody fucking wombat! You know that’s not what I meant!” you glared at her, taking a quick drag of your Marlboro.

“Well I don’t know!” Katie blurted before sliding down into her chair and crossing her arms across her chest and looking at you questioningly.

“What do you two do together? Or do I want to know?” you asked with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. Katie just rolled her eyes at you.

“Has he gotten past the one word sentences with you yet? Does he hold your hand? Does he open doors for you? Sing Christmas carols? Dance like the gorilla he is but without the hairy suit? Have you looked into buying stock in bananas yet?” you asked, questions shooting out of you a mile a minute. You paused long enough to take another drag and exhale before draining almost your entire drink.

“He’s become quite eloquent actually. Sometimes too eloquent,” Katie replied, a cherry blush coming to her cheeks, her body still down in the chair.

“Annnd?” you questioned, trying your best to drag the rest of it out of her if it killed you.

“He’s sang for me, not Christmas carols mind you! He likes to sing for me a lot. We will go on walks before sound checks sometimes and he’ll sing softly to me. Sometimes he holds my hand, though I’m sure my hand is more than dwarfed by his. He had this bad habit of wanting to feed me food because he didn’t think I ate enough. It stopped though when I took a carrot of the plate and shoved it up his nose,” Katie rambled off, sitting up more in her chair as she let the facts flow.

At the carrot bit you broke out laughing which gave her enough of a pause to reach for her drink. Which she finished in one pull, so this time you raised your hand and signaled for another round from out waitress. Katie had told the restaurant bar when we had arrived to just keep them coming at our signal and that it was going to be a while before we left. And so the drinks had never stopped.

“I’m sure he’s tried pawning off on me every piece of clothing or items that’s ever born the Avenged logo, along with everything Zacky’s ever created. I have more crap now then I think I have room for in my apartment. But it’s sweet. He brought me blue cupcakes once, with my initials on them. I don’t even want to know how he got them because they were Sprinkles cupcakes. And we were no where near California at the time! It was an entire dozen, I had to hand them out before they went bad because I was never going to eat them all,” Katie rambled on, the pale pink cherry color in her cheeks never leaving. But her eyes were all big and sparkly and you could tell she was somewhere else when she spilled everything to you. You couldn’t help but smile a little at it all, you had never seen this coming but you were more than happy about it.

“Has he kissed you yet?” you asked with a grin as you dug into your newest drink.

At your question Katie seemed to go another shade, or six, darker and seemed to sink back into her chair.

“Well?” you asked, placing your newly half empty glass back on the table. You grinned even bigger when Katie's first response was to grab for her new drink and also drain half of it before placing it back on it’s coaster. She mumbled a whispered reply.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you over the music and the noise,” you asked evilly, you had heard her the first time but you wanted her to say it out loud. Or at least louder.

“Yes damn it!” Katie shouted, sitting straight up in her chair and waving her hands about dramatically.

You burst in the biggest grin your face could handle and slowly took a drag from your almost finished cigarette before asking another question.

“And?” was all you asked.

“And. And. And it was the best kisses ever,” Katie near cooed.

“Kisses? Esses? As in multiple?” you puttered, nearly coughing to death on the smoke only partially inhaled in your lungs.

Katie only nodded her head, her mind once again somewhere else then at the table.

“Drinks all around on me!” you yelled into the restaurant bar, which was followed by a loud and raucous cheer of approval.

“Katie, you have no idea how much you just made my day,” you exclaimed tipsily, more than a good way to being drunk.
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“I think I will be bow legged for the rest of myself,” Katie giggled from beside you, draped on your shoulder as the two of you tried to hold your drunk selves up. With only partial success. You grinned at the statement as you remembered Bert saying something almost exactly like that to you about his tour crew members.

“Hey, that what you get for becoming the bull riding champion of that damn sports bar! It was your idea in the first place to go there and then give it a try!” you exclaimed with a sloppy grin.

“That’s only because our manhood was called into question when you refused to take a ride when that extremely hot guy dared you to take a spin on it!” Katie exclaimed right back with just as much indignation as she could muster with the amount of alcohol flowing through her system.

“Our manhood?” you questioned with what you hoped was a single eyebrow lift.

“You know what I mean!” Katie slurred loudly. Which wasn’t bad since the two of you had spent the entire day out drinking and bar hopping after your pedicure. It was now ten o’clock or so and your cab had dropped you off at the venue. You had showed your passes to the security guard, simply because he was from the venue and not from the tour so he hadn’t recognized the two of you. It had been a long day for the both of you and you could barely hold each other up as you stumbled towards where the buses were parked. There must have been a party going on because you could hear raucous laughter and horribly drunken shouting over Katie and yours singing. Which wasn’t half bad considering how drunk the two of you were.

“Kales! Katie?” your brother burst out as he saw the two of you breech the line of fire light cast on the ground. He seemed more surprised to see Katie than you like the two of you were.

“Hello gorilla boy,” you smirked at your brother.

“Hi Matt,” Katie smiled at your brother, her composure surprisingly well pulled together all of a sudden.

“What did you do to her Kales Mae?” Matt asked, concern cracking his voice just a little as he took Katie from you and hefted her up into his arms as if he was carrying a child and not an adult.

“I didn’t do anything! It was all her idea! Ask her!” you gasped at your brother.

“It was Matt. I stole your sister for the day with just this very intention in mind,” Katie whispered as she closed her eyes and smiled up at your brothers concerned face.

“Oh Katie, Katie, Katie,” your brother whispered softly as he carried Katie off, cradled in his arms and against his chest, towards the quiet bus.

“Kales! Where the hell have you been all day?” a drunk Jimmy came up to you with his arms open and a plastic cup in either hand.

“Apparently corrupting Katie, even though I didn’t since it was her idea!” you rushed, trying to plead your case to your best friend.

“I knew she was wicked down underneath all that soft spoken sweetness!” Jimmy said with a grin as he enveloped you in hug that only he could give.

“Oh thank god someone believes me!” you sighed into his lanky chest.

“Always and forever. Drink?” Jimmy asked as he released you from his hug and held a very large red plastic cup towards you.

“Definitely. What are we celebrating?” you asked as you took the offered cup and took a large chug, not caring what was inside it.

“Why the fact that we’re half done with this long ass ridiculous upheaval of a tour! Join the party?” Jimmy exclaimed, a grin across his face.

“You know I’m in,” you grinned back, linking arms with Jimmy and sauntering back into the party, the night still young by your book.

Notes

Bwuaahahaha Katie is a corrupt little devil under all that sweet blushing exterior!