REGGIE

"So did you guys...ya know...?" I wiggled me eyebrows at her, sitting on the bar stool at our kitchen counter and sipping my coffee. I was nursing this headache like a newborn baby, explaining why I was still wearing my sunglasses inside and cuddling with a bottle of Aleve.

The party last night had been pure insanity. I only remembered bits and pieces, and could puzzle the whole night together with the help of Lily Ann, but some bits were still a mystery. Hell, as long as I remembered my time with Brian, the rest could have blown balls for all I gave a shit.

"I don't know," she muttered, pulling the chicken strips out of our fryer and dumping them into the bowl lined with paper towels. Nothing kicks a hangover's ass like coffee and fried foods.

I frowned at her, accepting my plate of food and swirling a french fry in my honey mustard. "What do you mean you don't know? How can you forget something like that?! Hell, as drunk as I was, I still remember every detail, and let me tell you. It. Was. Uhhhhmazing." I said, smiling behind a chicken strip.

She shrugged, the little wrinkles forming between her eyes and her brain attacked her with fuzzy thoughts and disjointed memories from last night. "That's the thing, dude. I can't remember anything after singing karaoke with the guys. It's like a huge black space in my thoughts and then I woke up to find myself naked with my clothes shredded everywhere."

"Shredded?"

"Yes...like completely destroyed. My underwear was in pieces and my shirt had been ripped off. That's why I was wearing his shirt when we came home."

I bit my lip, and then groaned. "Oh God, what powers of the universe hate you so much that you'd black out during what was probably the BEST sex of your entire life?!" I slipped down off of the stool, falling dramatically to the floor and lifting my hands and face to the ceiling. "WHYYYYY!?!?!?!?"

She snorted, throwing a french fry at me, which I promptly picked up and stuffed into my mouth. "Nasty ass," she said, taking a swig of her PowerAde. I shrugged, climbing back up on the stool and settling myself back in front of my first aid food. "Like you've never eaten anything off the floor before. I couldn't let it go to waste...that's food abuse!"

She shook her head, chuckling, and then looked over at her phone. Her eyes widened and she waved her hands at me. "It's THEM!" My eyes popped open, hangover forgotten, and I launched over the counter to grab the phone. When I sat back down, my head swam for a moment, making me realize that sudden movements would NOT be a wise idea in the near future. "Hello?" I mumbled, rubbing my forehead to push off the unwelcome wave of nausea.

"Lily?" I heard Brian's voice through the phone and it made my stomach do back flips, but not in the sick way. I melted on my stool and smiled. "No, it's Reggie. What's up?"

"We're having a barbeque down a the beach tomorrow evening. Think you guys would want to come along?" I nearly choked on the french fry that I was eating, coughing and sputtering for a moment before nodding to no one in particular. "Of course, we'd love to. What time?" I could hear his smile in his voice. "About four. Don't worry about being late though. We'll be there for a while and then maybe go back to one of the houses if everyone is up to it." I waved my hand at Lily Ann, who was desperately trying to get my attention to and figure out what the hell was going on. "Bet. We'll see you then."

After I hung up the phone, Lily stood gaping at me like her eyes were about the pop out of her head. "Dude?! What the fuck?!" I laughed at her expression, which kind of reminded me of a fish, and finished up my food.

"That was Brian. He was inviting us to a barbeque at the beach tomorrow around four, and then a possible chill session back at their houses." I noticed her expression fall, and arched a brow. "What's wrong?"

She sighed, setting both of our plates in the sink. "I gotta work tomorrow, Reg." She said, sticking her bottom lip out and pouting.

"Well when do you get off? They said we could be late," I shrugged, trying to find an easy solution. I had to work the morning shift, but I would be out way before the barbeque. If I had to, I'd just wait and pick her up from work before going.

"I close." She mumbled, and I groaned. Closing meant that she would have to lock the doors at nine, but then she had some back stock to rotate and cleaning to do. She wouldn't be out of the mall until probably 10:30 or eleven.

"You can't just leave early?" I prodded, stepping up next to her to dry the dishes while she washed. You'd think, in a big ass condo like ours, we'd have a dishwasher, but Lily Ann insists that we can get the dishes clean better than a machine can. Fucking obsessive compulsive disorder, I swear.

"Nah, I can't just leave them hanging, Reg. Besides, I leave early a couple of times last week for that party at Brody's and then your hangover from Brody's." She chuckled, elbowing me gently. I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at her.

"Fine, fine." I put my hands up in defeat and walked way to put the dishes in the little side pantry that held all over our dishes, cookware, and small appliances.

"You can still go if you want to, Reggie. Seriously, it's okay," she laughed, watching my sulking form systematically put things away.

I shook my head. "No, no, I can't do that do you Lil!" I turned around to help her with the rest of the dishes, and she was giving me that 'don't give me that shit' look. "Yes, you can, and you will," she insisted. "Besides," she said, "I'll call you when I get off work and if the party is still going on then I'll just swing by after I finish!"

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug, bouncing up and down. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" I squealed, and then suddenly stopped. Why didn't I remember that I had a fucking hangover? I threw my hand to my mouth and darted out of the room, trying to will my legs to get longer or the bathroom to get closer.

LILY ANN

"Amos, bring me that stack of drinking games from the back room please! Oh, and the neon shot glasses too!" I called, straightening up a pile of t-shirts. I swear, I get it that someone has to look for their size, but can you fucking put the shit back when you're done? I mean, come on!

I glanced at the Felix clock and noticed that it was about six, meaning that Reggie was in full barbeque swing at the moment. While a little disappointed, I smiled at the idea of Reggie and Brian getting closer. I might be a slave to the establishment, but my best friend had a tantalizing opportunity in front of her.

I moved over to the counter to draw off of my Red Bull that was sitting there, and had just barely picked it up in time before a stack of black game boxes was dropped on the counter next to me. "Amos, what the fuck?" I looked up, a little irritated that he couldn't have announced his presence first, and then trailed off when I saw Zacky standing there, holding a couple sleeves of neon shot glasses in his hands.

"I'm guessing Amos is that little guy that I grabbed these from?" He smirked, playing with his snakebites with his tongue from the inside. I nodded, taking the glasses from him and smiling brightly. "Yea, he's still in high school. Good kid, though." I set the glasses on the counter next to the board games and then leaned on it, folding my arms over my chest.

"So why aren't you at the barbeque? Did it end already?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes from wandering over him.

"Nah, it's still going on. Reggie told me you were working, so I figured I'd come see how you were doing. Let you know we didn't forget about you," he explained with a smile, and my stomach clenched. A famous rock star that I may or may not have had sex with was thinking about me enough to leave his own party to come see me at work? When did my life turn down the road into ultra-amazing?

"That was rad of you!" I leaped at him, wrapping my arms around him and swooning slightly at his scent. He chuckled and hugged me back.

"Oh hey, can I ask you a question?" I mumbled, suddenly incredibly embarrassed. I could feel the heat rising into my cheeks, but I really needed to know.

"Sure what's up?"

"Did we, um, you know? Last night?" I gestured between the two of us, making a little circle with my thumb and forefinger and then slipping my other forefinger through it. You'd think it would be more subtle for me to just ask or whisper instead of using this ridiculously obvious form of sign language.

"You don't remember?" He asked, biting his lip and folding his forearms on top of the counter, his back to the rest of the store. I shook my head, a small frown on my face, and shrugged. "I can't remember anything after karaoke. Then I woke up and my clothes were everywhere, but that space in between is completely missing."

He smiled gently, reaching out to tuck a small piece of blonde hair behind my ear, and lowered his voice. "Nothing happened, babe. It started to, and I wanted it to, but you were so drunk that I didn't want you to regret anything today. So we fooled around for a little while and then just went to sleep."

I felt myself let out a breath that I guess I had been holding while waiting for the answer, and felt my whole body visibly relax. "Oh thank God," I muttered, earning a surprised laughed from him.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" He said, gesturing to himself. I shook my head, giggling, and finished off the last of my energy drink. "No, not at all! I'm just glad I didn't miss out on too much," I laughed, gathering up the packages off the counter walking them to the display in the front of the store where we were advertising 20% of all drinking games and party paraphernalia for the next few days.

He waited until I was done and then followed me back to the manager's office in the back stock room. When the door closed behind me, I felt his arms encircle my waist and he pulled me gently back against him. "How about when you get off, we pick up where we left off?" He whispered into my ear, nudging my hair gently off of my neck with his nose to leave a trail of kisses down the side of my neck.

I shuddered slightly, all of my nerve endings feeling like they were on fire, and relaxed back against him, feeling his hands trail up to my breasts. Before I could respond, I heard a loud knock on the door and the knob turn. Springing away from Zacky the best that I could, I turned to see Amos standing in the door way, smiling meekly at the two of us. "Hey Lily, there's a chick here wanting to know if she can drop off her application with you," he said quietly before glancing over at Zacky. "What the fuck?! No way! Zacky Vee?! Dude, I'm a huge fucking fan!" He rambled, and I laughed, patting Zacky on the arm as I walked back towards the front of the store. "Why don't you guys chat for a minute while I handle this?"

I looked over my shoulder to see Zacky under fire from the millions of questions that I knew Amos would rain down on him, his bright green eyes flashing in my direction with a number of unknown thoughts that made my knees a little weak.

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I punched in the code to arm the alarm system and let myself out of the backdoor of Spencer's, making my way towards my car. Zacky had left shortly after his fan boy assault from Amos, whispering sweet nothings and promising he'd see me later at Brian's for a "get together". Translation: party at Brian's.

I couldn't believe that I actually hadn't had sex with Zacky the night before. We were both drunk, and he even said he wanted everything to continue. Of course, he'd be the perfect gentleman than I always figured he would be. Bow ties don't lie, ladies.

Popping my Breaking Benjamin c.d. into my car as I drove, I followed the directions to Brian's house, which managed to be right down the street from Zacky's. I had no real reason to change my clothes, considering there was no need for uniforms at Spencer's and I figured my distressed jeans, blank tank top, and light gray flannel would be fine for the night. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, screaming out the lyrics to Polyamorous, as I turned down Brian's street. Cars were lined up in the driveway and along the street in front of the house, signaling another house party.

Smiling, I shut off my car and locked it before walking up to the huge house. Before I could knock, the door swung inwards and I was attacked by the tall, lanky form of Jimmy. "STEPHEN KING!" I laughed, hugging him back. "You know, I do have a name, right?" I said, my voice muffled against his chest due to the vice like grip he had on me.

"Pfft, of course you have a name. I'm sure your parents didn't think you looked much like a Stephen. Although, Stephanie would've been awesome..." I watched as his puzzled expression became lost in thought for a moment, his words trailing off. Suddenly, he lurched forward and threw my wriggling form over his shoulder, barreling back into the house and kicking the door shut behind him.

"HEY EVERYONE! LILY ANN IS HERE! AND NO, HER NAME IS NOT STEPHEN OR STEPHANIE!" I rolled my eyes, laughing and beating on his back to get him to let me down. I felt myself sliding down the front of him and found myself face to face with Matt.

"So we meet again," he said in a lowered voice, arching a brow and watching me. It was then that I noticed the line of shots on the counter, and Brian standing next to him. I smirked, stepping up to the counter and placing my hands palms down on the counter, leaning forwards. "You sure you can handle two ass beatings this week, Shadows?"

Jimmy bounced up and down, shrieking with laughter. "Stephen King is going to OWN YOU, Shadz!" He shouted, looking like a very large little kid. Matt flipped him off, and I heard Reggie laughing as she and Johnny stumbled into the room, both clearly drunk already, and possibly high from the look of Reggie's eyes. "Lilyyyyyy!" She called, plopping herself down on a bar stool next to Brian and leaning against his arm. He smiled down at her fondly and wrapped an arm around her to keep her upright, although his stance looked oddly possessive from where I was standing. But then again, I was sober and they all were clearly not.

"Hey Reg. Came to see me embarrass front boy again?" I laughed, turning back to Matt who was watching me humorously. "Are we gonna do this or not?" I asked, and Brian leaned forward with his arm in between us like he was signaling off a drag race. "3, 2, 1...KILL IT!" I started throwing my shots back, one after the other, barely feeling them burn my throat. Being sober must've been my advantage, seeing as I wasn't fumbling for my glasses like Matt was. I had killed all six of my shots before Matt had reached his fourth one, and threw my hands in the air. "TAKE THAT, SHADZ!"

Jimmy whooped behind me, picking me up and swinging me around before we both went sprawling to the floor, laughing so hard that it made my side hurt. I looked up to see Zacky in the door way, a dark look in his eyes. I frowned, pushing myself up and wiping the hair out of my face. When I looked back at him, he was laughing and turned his sparkling eyes back towards me, no hint of the sinister look. I have got to be imagining that... I shook my head and stood up, stumbling forward slightly into him after tripping over Jimmy's foot.

Zacky caught me effortlessly, laughing and holding me against him, my hands planted on his chest. I looked up at him, the shots causing my vision to swim way before they should have.

As I mentioned before, I'm Irish and German. It was in my blood to drink. My parents, from what I had been told, had been functioning alcoholics, as had the rest of my family that I never met. I had never really experienced a hangover, and it took me way more than six little shots of Jack Daniels to do me in. However, I felt my knees getting weak and my head loll to the side as I looked up at Zacky, losing myself in his eyes. That had to be what this was. "You really can go weak in the knees..." I murmured to myself, too low to be heard in the noisy room.

Zacky smirked down at me and pulled me close, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "How about we go finish what we started?" I damn near melted at the feeling of his warm breath against my neck, and at the feeling of his tongue darting out to caress the lobe of my ear. I nodded, allowing him to pick me up and carry me out of the room. The sounds of cat calling and whistling followed us down the hall to one of the spare rooms, along with Jimmy's affection, "ME SO HORNY! ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME!"

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I moaned, pushing the hair off of my face, and sat up. Zacky was on his stomach next to me, snoring softly, and my eyes scanned his naked back and the beautiful tattoos that traced his arms and framed his face with the way he was laying. I pursed my lips and looked around the room, the morning sunlight filtering through the sheer white curtains and highlighting my once again shredded clothes that decorated every surface of the room, along with his clothes that were tossed carelessly in every direction.

Nothing. No recollection of last night. Not a god damn memory. I picked up the blankets and groaned at the sight of both of our stark naked bodies, my eyes following the perfect curve of his ass. Not even a twinkling of remembrance.

"You've got to be fucking KIDDING ME!"

Notes

Oh snap! <3

Hope you guys are enjoying this. I have some GREAT ideas for the next few chapters.

By the way, I had this amazingly vivid dream last night that Zacky and the guys had accounts on here, and were reading our stories and decided suddenly to make themselves known. I woke up in a panic! :D