You Can't Hide From Me.
Shots.
LILY ANN
"SHOOOOTTTTS!" Jimmy screamed from behind the counter, sloppily pouring Jack Daniels over a line of twelve shot glasses (and the rest of the counter) before taking a swig out of the bottle to drain the last of it and slamming the empty bottle back down on the counter.
We were at Zacky V's house, and the party was going strong. Like, Johnny Christ passed out upside down at the bottom of the stairs strong. I was in the middle of a shot challenge with Matt, which was being refereed by an incredibly drunk Jimmy and being timed by Brian. How accurate it was going to turn out was irrelevant...I was just determined to out drink the brawny bad ass smirking at me over the granite counter top.
"3, 2, 1, GO!" Brian shouted, and we were throwing back one shot after the other, slamming each glass upside down to prove their emptiness. I was watching Matt with steely resolve as I drained my fourth glass. We were neck and neck, and had attracted quite a crowd.
"Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink!" They chanted, and once I slammed my sixth glass down on the counter, I threw my hands up in the air and stuck my tongue out to prove my mouth was empty. Jimmy stuck his face in mine, smirked, then wrapped his spindly fingers around one of my wrists that were still up in the air.
"We have a winner!" Matt, gaped at me, wiping his mouth on the back on his hand. "What the fuck?! Where in the hell did you learn to drink like that?!" He had only made it to his fifth glass, and had barely choked that one down. I laughed, wiping my mouth with a clean towel that Brian had passed me, and shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm Irish and German. I was born to drink, baby!" He continued to protest, and Reggie nudged him playfully in the ribs. "Suck it Shadows! You just got your ass handed to you by a chick that barely pushes 5'3" and 120 pounds!" She gripped her sides as she doubled over laughing, leaning into Jimmy to keep her upright, which was a terrible idea considering how drunk he was. They both went toppling to the floor, feet flying up the air and beer spilling in every direction from Jimmy's outstretched hand.
Matt slung his arm around my shoulders, ruffling my hair with his other hand. "All hail the queen of shots!" We laughed, and then I dipped out from underneath his arm to prevent my hair from being fucked up even more than it already was and slipped out of the French doors onto the patio.
I plopped myself down in one of the wrought iron patio chairs, propping my feet up on the matching table and lighting up a clove cigarette. I sighed, relishing in the lovely sweet scent and stared at the black paper as it burned slowly at the crown of the cigarette. "Hey you."
I nearly jumped out of my skin as I looked over my shoulder, seeing Zacky walk around from the side of the house. I felt my face split into a wide grin and pointed to the chair next to me. "Hey Zackeeeeee! Sit with meee!" He laughed and dropped down in the chair, pulling out his pack of Marlboros and lighting one up.
"Hey girl, I see you got comfortable really fast. Glad to see you're having a great time." He crossed one leg over the other, resting his ankle over the top of his knee, and leaned back against the back rest of his chair.
"I really am! Thank you so much for inviting me. Everyone has been really great and accommodating, and you have such a gorgeous house!" I rambled, rolling my fingers as I spoke. As drunk as I was, I lost complete focus on his face and started following my fingers with my eyes, becoming consumed in this little act.
"Hey no problem, really. It's been great having you girls around. You guys fit in perfectly with the crew," he said, watching my face. I looked up at him, taking another long drag off of my clove cigarette and ashing it next to my chair. My eyes locked with his, and once again, I found myself drowning the depths of those emerald pools, that heartbreaking smile warming me from tip to toe.
"You might want to stop biting on that bottom lip," he said, leaning forward in his chair and bringing the space between us to a minimum. I noticed that he had moved his chair without me noticing, settling himself almost against my legs that were still up on the table.
I cocked my head to the side, smirking at him. "Now why would I do that?" I asked sweetly, dropping my legs to the ground and leaning forward and bringing our faces only inches apart. Apparently liquor made me bold enough to get flirty with a ridiculously gorgeous rock star.
"Because you're going to force me to bite it for you," he whispered, his lips nearly brushing mine with every word. I smiled, my entire libido clenching up and preparing to roll out the red carpet for this perfect man. I may not be one for one night stands, and I never have sex on the first night, but for this man...yes, I'd definitely make that exception and gladly take a thousand walks of shame.
Unfortunately, the sound of the door bursting open brought our moment to an abrupt end as Jimmy came running out of the house with Reggie riding piggy back. "RUUUUUUN!" He shouted, darting around our chairs and hauling ass toward the other end of the pool.
"What the fuck?" I said, watching the pair laughing their asses off and desperately trying not to fall into the water. Then I heard a growl from the door, and I turned to see Matt and Brian cackling behind a very wet Johnny. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU GUYS!" I laughed, watching the short bassist attempt to catch Reggie and Jimmy, but it was no use. No amount of alcohol could make up for the length of Jimmy's legs.
REGGIE
After Lily Ann and Zacky had disappeared to God knows fuck where, Jimmy and I had continued our mission to terrorize the entire house. Normally Lily Ann would be the one acting as crazy as I was, but when someone gives me tequila, I become a long-legged five-year-old, and this crazy man was the perfect partner in crime.
We were sitting on the couch, huddled together, and picking random victims of our cruelty. We had already nearly caused Matt to piss himself by jumping out at him from the shower while he was coming into the bathroom, and convinced Brian that we had accidentally lit his hair on fire with his Zippo.
"What about Johnny?" I whispered...well, I half-yelled, half-whispered. But everyone was drunk, so fuck it. I pointed over at his snoring form that was still slumped at the bottom of the stairs, and waggled my finger at him. "He passed out waaaay too early, and he's missing all of the fun. Let's wake him the fuck up!"
Jimmy's eyes lit up and he smiled evily at me, playing with his labret ring. "What do you suggest, my fire goddess?" He had taken to calling me that because of my red hair all night long.
I looked around the room, tapping my finger against my red lips, and then grinned like a Cheshire cat as I saw my weapon of choice. I grabbed his arm and pulled him off of the couch, dragging his drunken frame over to the doorway of the kitchen. "Jimmy, when I yell charge, you run, okay?"
He nodded, his face intent like a five-year-old that was getting his first big job. I patted his arm, and pointed at him. "You're going to have to catch me, okay? I'm relying on you to be my get-away runner." He giggled and hopped from foot to foot, clearly excited.
I turned and grabbed the vase of flowers off of the pedastal near the door, pulling the flowers out and setting them on the table. Clutching the vase, I carefully tip toed over to his sleeping form, exaggerating my movements to look like the Pink Panther. When I stood over him, I held the vase over my head.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, CHRIST!" I screamed, dumping the contents all over his face. He gasped and sputtered, clutching his shirt and attempting to sit up, but his precarious position at the bottom of the stairs caused him to fall sideways onto the living room floor. I took off running and hopped onto Jimmy's back, who grabbed my thighs to hoist me up to a better position. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pointed over his shoulder. "CHARGE!"
I could hear Johnny cursing and spitting as he got up to come after us, but we had already made it to the doors of the patio by then. "RUUUUUUUN!" Jimmy shouted as we shot past Lily Ann and Zacky towards the pool.
"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU GUYS!" I heard behind me, as well as a bunch of laughter. "Jimmy, do NOT drop us in the pool! We'll fucking drown!" I half-shouted into his ear, clutching his neck tightly as he took off towards the front yard. Never in my entire life had I had more fun than right this second.
Suddenly, Jimmy lost his footing and we went down, rolling across the soft grass of the front yard. I clutched my sides, laughing so hard that I thought I was going to explode. Johnny came running around the side of the house, noticing us at a disadvantage, and my eyes widened when I noticed the bucket of water in his hands. "Oh fuck, JIMMY! ROLL!" Jimmy looked up at Johnny, and rolled towards me. Unfortunately, we didn't make it any farther before I felt ice cold water drench both of us. Luckily, my face was spared because I stuffed it into Jimmy's chest, but I couldn't say the same for my hair and clothes.
"Awe, dude! You got my fucking hair wet!" I laughed, rolling onto my back and accepting the hand that he offered to help me to my feet. "That's what you fucking get! So not cool!" He laughed, dropping the bucket in the yard and helping his friend to his feet. I pushed my wet hair out of my face, and saw Brian laughing behind Johnny. I smirked and side-stepped Jimmy, stalking towards Brian.
I stretched my arms out wide and gestured with my hands. "Brian, I need a hug..." I pouted, watching his laughter die out and his eyes widen. "Oh, I don't fucking think so. You stay over there with your wet ass self." He said, backing towards the house. I kept walking towards him, and when he turned to run, I launched myself at him, taking him to the ground and wrapping my soaking wet arms and legs around his body, which was bucking wildly.
"SHOOOOTTTTS!" Jimmy screamed from behind the counter, sloppily pouring Jack Daniels over a line of twelve shot glasses (and the rest of the counter) before taking a swig out of the bottle to drain the last of it and slamming the empty bottle back down on the counter.
We were at Zacky V's house, and the party was going strong. Like, Johnny Christ passed out upside down at the bottom of the stairs strong. I was in the middle of a shot challenge with Matt, which was being refereed by an incredibly drunk Jimmy and being timed by Brian. How accurate it was going to turn out was irrelevant...I was just determined to out drink the brawny bad ass smirking at me over the granite counter top.
"3, 2, 1, GO!" Brian shouted, and we were throwing back one shot after the other, slamming each glass upside down to prove their emptiness. I was watching Matt with steely resolve as I drained my fourth glass. We were neck and neck, and had attracted quite a crowd.
"Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink!" They chanted, and once I slammed my sixth glass down on the counter, I threw my hands up in the air and stuck my tongue out to prove my mouth was empty. Jimmy stuck his face in mine, smirked, then wrapped his spindly fingers around one of my wrists that were still up in the air.
"We have a winner!" Matt, gaped at me, wiping his mouth on the back on his hand. "What the fuck?! Where in the hell did you learn to drink like that?!" He had only made it to his fifth glass, and had barely choked that one down. I laughed, wiping my mouth with a clean towel that Brian had passed me, and shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm Irish and German. I was born to drink, baby!" He continued to protest, and Reggie nudged him playfully in the ribs. "Suck it Shadows! You just got your ass handed to you by a chick that barely pushes 5'3" and 120 pounds!" She gripped her sides as she doubled over laughing, leaning into Jimmy to keep her upright, which was a terrible idea considering how drunk he was. They both went toppling to the floor, feet flying up the air and beer spilling in every direction from Jimmy's outstretched hand.
Matt slung his arm around my shoulders, ruffling my hair with his other hand. "All hail the queen of shots!" We laughed, and then I dipped out from underneath his arm to prevent my hair from being fucked up even more than it already was and slipped out of the French doors onto the patio.
I plopped myself down in one of the wrought iron patio chairs, propping my feet up on the matching table and lighting up a clove cigarette. I sighed, relishing in the lovely sweet scent and stared at the black paper as it burned slowly at the crown of the cigarette. "Hey you."
I nearly jumped out of my skin as I looked over my shoulder, seeing Zacky walk around from the side of the house. I felt my face split into a wide grin and pointed to the chair next to me. "Hey Zackeeeeee! Sit with meee!" He laughed and dropped down in the chair, pulling out his pack of Marlboros and lighting one up.
"Hey girl, I see you got comfortable really fast. Glad to see you're having a great time." He crossed one leg over the other, resting his ankle over the top of his knee, and leaned back against the back rest of his chair.
"I really am! Thank you so much for inviting me. Everyone has been really great and accommodating, and you have such a gorgeous house!" I rambled, rolling my fingers as I spoke. As drunk as I was, I lost complete focus on his face and started following my fingers with my eyes, becoming consumed in this little act.
"Hey no problem, really. It's been great having you girls around. You guys fit in perfectly with the crew," he said, watching my face. I looked up at him, taking another long drag off of my clove cigarette and ashing it next to my chair. My eyes locked with his, and once again, I found myself drowning the depths of those emerald pools, that heartbreaking smile warming me from tip to toe.
"You might want to stop biting on that bottom lip," he said, leaning forward in his chair and bringing the space between us to a minimum. I noticed that he had moved his chair without me noticing, settling himself almost against my legs that were still up on the table.
I cocked my head to the side, smirking at him. "Now why would I do that?" I asked sweetly, dropping my legs to the ground and leaning forward and bringing our faces only inches apart. Apparently liquor made me bold enough to get flirty with a ridiculously gorgeous rock star.
"Because you're going to force me to bite it for you," he whispered, his lips nearly brushing mine with every word. I smiled, my entire libido clenching up and preparing to roll out the red carpet for this perfect man. I may not be one for one night stands, and I never have sex on the first night, but for this man...yes, I'd definitely make that exception and gladly take a thousand walks of shame.
Unfortunately, the sound of the door bursting open brought our moment to an abrupt end as Jimmy came running out of the house with Reggie riding piggy back. "RUUUUUUN!" He shouted, darting around our chairs and hauling ass toward the other end of the pool.
"What the fuck?" I said, watching the pair laughing their asses off and desperately trying not to fall into the water. Then I heard a growl from the door, and I turned to see Matt and Brian cackling behind a very wet Johnny. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU GUYS!" I laughed, watching the short bassist attempt to catch Reggie and Jimmy, but it was no use. No amount of alcohol could make up for the length of Jimmy's legs.
REGGIE
After Lily Ann and Zacky had disappeared to God knows fuck where, Jimmy and I had continued our mission to terrorize the entire house. Normally Lily Ann would be the one acting as crazy as I was, but when someone gives me tequila, I become a long-legged five-year-old, and this crazy man was the perfect partner in crime.
We were sitting on the couch, huddled together, and picking random victims of our cruelty. We had already nearly caused Matt to piss himself by jumping out at him from the shower while he was coming into the bathroom, and convinced Brian that we had accidentally lit his hair on fire with his Zippo.
"What about Johnny?" I whispered...well, I half-yelled, half-whispered. But everyone was drunk, so fuck it. I pointed over at his snoring form that was still slumped at the bottom of the stairs, and waggled my finger at him. "He passed out waaaay too early, and he's missing all of the fun. Let's wake him the fuck up!"
Jimmy's eyes lit up and he smiled evily at me, playing with his labret ring. "What do you suggest, my fire goddess?" He had taken to calling me that because of my red hair all night long.
I looked around the room, tapping my finger against my red lips, and then grinned like a Cheshire cat as I saw my weapon of choice. I grabbed his arm and pulled him off of the couch, dragging his drunken frame over to the doorway of the kitchen. "Jimmy, when I yell charge, you run, okay?"
He nodded, his face intent like a five-year-old that was getting his first big job. I patted his arm, and pointed at him. "You're going to have to catch me, okay? I'm relying on you to be my get-away runner." He giggled and hopped from foot to foot, clearly excited.
I turned and grabbed the vase of flowers off of the pedastal near the door, pulling the flowers out and setting them on the table. Clutching the vase, I carefully tip toed over to his sleeping form, exaggerating my movements to look like the Pink Panther. When I stood over him, I held the vase over my head.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, CHRIST!" I screamed, dumping the contents all over his face. He gasped and sputtered, clutching his shirt and attempting to sit up, but his precarious position at the bottom of the stairs caused him to fall sideways onto the living room floor. I took off running and hopped onto Jimmy's back, who grabbed my thighs to hoist me up to a better position. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pointed over his shoulder. "CHARGE!"
I could hear Johnny cursing and spitting as he got up to come after us, but we had already made it to the doors of the patio by then. "RUUUUUUUN!" Jimmy shouted as we shot past Lily Ann and Zacky towards the pool.
"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU GUYS!" I heard behind me, as well as a bunch of laughter. "Jimmy, do NOT drop us in the pool! We'll fucking drown!" I half-shouted into his ear, clutching his neck tightly as he took off towards the front yard. Never in my entire life had I had more fun than right this second.
Suddenly, Jimmy lost his footing and we went down, rolling across the soft grass of the front yard. I clutched my sides, laughing so hard that I thought I was going to explode. Johnny came running around the side of the house, noticing us at a disadvantage, and my eyes widened when I noticed the bucket of water in his hands. "Oh fuck, JIMMY! ROLL!" Jimmy looked up at Johnny, and rolled towards me. Unfortunately, we didn't make it any farther before I felt ice cold water drench both of us. Luckily, my face was spared because I stuffed it into Jimmy's chest, but I couldn't say the same for my hair and clothes.
"Awe, dude! You got my fucking hair wet!" I laughed, rolling onto my back and accepting the hand that he offered to help me to my feet. "That's what you fucking get! So not cool!" He laughed, dropping the bucket in the yard and helping his friend to his feet. I pushed my wet hair out of my face, and saw Brian laughing behind Johnny. I smirked and side-stepped Jimmy, stalking towards Brian.
I stretched my arms out wide and gestured with my hands. "Brian, I need a hug..." I pouted, watching his laughter die out and his eyes widen. "Oh, I don't fucking think so. You stay over there with your wet ass self." He said, backing towards the house. I kept walking towards him, and when he turned to run, I launched myself at him, taking him to the ground and wrapping my soaking wet arms and legs around his body, which was bucking wildly.
"NOOO! You're fucking cold and wet!" I started laughing, rolling onto my back in the grass. "Aaaand, now you're fucking cold and wet!" I snorted, straightening my shirt. Suddenly, I noticed that he had slipped his hand over my stomach and brought himself closer, his lips brushing against my ear.
Love this story can't wait to see how it ends.♡♡♡
8/19/16