Zacky's POV

After dragging Johnny's heavy ass to the car, I decided it was time to give into my body's screaming desire for nicotine. I leaned my back against Matt's Tahoe and placed a Marlboro between my lips, my blurred vision making it difficult to light the lighter. I took in a slow drag and waited for the nicotine to have its desired effects. As I exhaled, I closed my eyes, trying to find momentary relief from my floating vision. That was a big mistake because I ended up stumbling forwards. Damn, I was fucking wasted.

Suddenly, if felt my phone having some kind of orgasm in my pocket. It had been blowing up all night but I had decided to ignore it and just have fun with the guys. Who the hell was sending me shit? Everyone that I usually texted was at Johnny's with me or sleeping. I pulled out my iPhone and quickly found the source of more than thirty notifications: Match.com

"What the fuck is this?" I mutter to myself with my cigarette hanging from my lips. Who the hell sighed me up for Match.com and gave them my personal email address?

I clicked on the 'finish your profile' button in one of the many emails from the site only to see a hideous picture of myself appear. The picture looked like it had been taken mid-blink and mid-sentence because my mouth was hanging open and my eyes were half closed. What the fuck? Why would anyone post this let alone respond? And oh, had they responded. More than ten new messages! Were they desperate?

As I scrolled down the page, my eyes bulged and my jaw dropped at the user name and profile information as my cigarette to fell to the ground. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my swimming vision and make sure I'm seeing things correctly.

Z_EMObitch_Vengeance
Interest: puppies, rainbows, interpretive dance, taxidermy, and hairstyling

Taxidermy? Fuck that shit creeped me out and interpretive dance? Okay, fine, I do own multiple haircare products but I wasn't about to touch someone else's hair. This has to be some kind of sick and twisted prank. Okay, you got me! I shake my head but my eyes continue to read the blasphemy in front of me.

Musical interests: Florida Georgia Line, Willy Nelson, Garth Brooks....oh, and did I mention I love musicals! My favorites are Wicked and Annie! I just can't get enough of that little orphan and her dog! The sun will come out tomorrow, bitches!!

"What the hell is this shit!" I hissed in a disgusted tone just as Matt shouted, "GOD DAMNIT!!"

We both turned to look at Brian as he chuckled and shook his head while looking at his phone. "I've got over twenty messages from women that want to bang me and all because they think I like cats!" He laughed. I'm not sure if he's actually amused or if the alcohol is talking but he was being fucking ridiculous.

"I fucking hate cats!" He roars with laughter as he sunk to the ground and sat on the pavement. "And a-a cat tattoo?!"

I rolled my eyes at the severely intoxicated Gates as he continued to laugh at his phone before looking back down at my own. I scrolled through the site and was surprised to discover a list of recommended matches. My jaw dropped for the second time that evening as I stumbled upon a picture of a red headed vixen covered in ink.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, check out this chick!" I say, drunkenly shoving my phone in Matt's face, hitting him in the nose in the process. He grabs my phone out of my hand and tried to focus in on the picture.

"HBInkSlinger?" He read through squinted eyes. "Damn Zee, I'd bang her. She's fucking hot!"

"Back off, Shads, she's my match," I slurred in a mockingly defensive tone as I ripped my phone out of Matt's hands. Maybe this little prank would have its perks. All I could picture in my drunken state was tangling my hands in that thick red hair as I banged her senseless. Her body was smoking hot and I longed to trace my tongue along her tattoos....fuck, I need to stop before I give myself blue balls.

"But who the hell would take the time to put all this shit together and have our personal contact information," Matt rages, pacing or rather stumbling around in his drunken stupor. "I mean our fans are a little crazy sometimes but they don't have our personal contacts...unless they hacked our phones! Fuck!" He raged, his drunken brain causing him to spiral irrationally.

"Calm down, Shads, no one stole our information," Brian slurred. I looked down to find him laying on the pavement with his cigarette between his lips and his hands behind his head. His eyes were glossed over and he was wearing a dreamy expression. I was starting to think that he took some magic E and decided not to share with the rest of us.

"And how the hell do you know that?" Matt spat, flexing his muscles as he stumbled the length of the car. Alcohol always hit Matt in one of two ways: he was either a laughing and happy drunk, or an angry and aggressive drunk. I had a feeling he was leaning toward the later tonight.

"This has Jimmy fucking written all over it, that sly dog," Brian chuckled. His glossy eyes looked between me and Matt before he sprang to his feet. I raised my brow as I pulled out another cigarette, watching as a crazy look appeared on his face.

"Fuck Jimmy..." I laughed. "I guess he wanted to give us a solution to banging the same biddies," I said, my words coming a little clearer as I began to sober up. Fuck, I needed another drink.

"What if we contact these chicks?" Brian asked, pulling me from my beer reverie. He shoved his phone in my face to show a picture of a broad with black and blond hair, legs for miles, and covered in tattoos. She was right up his ally. "Like, I bet I could bang one of theses chicks before you can even get a response..." He slurred in a cocky tone with his infamous smirk.

I scoffed as I blew out a cloud of smoke. "Yeah, but I bet you couldn't make her fall for you." A smirk pulled at my lips because I knew that Gates was afraid of long term commitment. He would rather hit it then quit it with multiples girls instead of settle down with one he liked. "I bet I could charm the pants off a girl and make her mine in two weeks..." I said, pointing my finger at Gates with my cigarette in hand.

"You're full of it, Baker," Brian laughed as he pulled his phone back up to his face. "I'll take your bet and loser has to...fuck...." He stops mid-sentence, drooling at a picture of his tattooed beauty on his phone.

"You lost him," Matt chuckled, taking my cigarette and inhaling. "But I bet I could get kick both your asses. I'll fucking throw in the keys to my antique mustang!"

"Fine, you're on..." I said, shaking his hand. Game on!


Riley's POV

I slammed each glass into the dishwasher as my blood pressure remained high. I was beyond sick and tired of these assholes hitting on me tonight. What was the idiot bus in town tonight? I swear if one more ugly ass carny wanna-be commented on my tits or ass, I was going to give him a bar facial.

"Hey, Riley, can I get a scotch on the rocks?"

I looked up from the dishwasher to see one of my regulars looking back at me. Finally someone who wasn't a horny jackass! I gave the guy a warm smile before sliding his drink across the counter. Leaning forward on my elbows I asked, "What the hell is going on tonight, Franko? This place is fucking crawling with newbies."

"Beats me, I just came down for my nightcap," he chuckled, sliding me a twenty. "But I think they've got that festival on the boardwalk this weekend. Keep the change, sweetheart."

As soon as Frank walked away, I snatched up the twenty and stuck it right into my bra. I would use it for my next line to forget this asinine night. Damn, the only thing that was keeping me sane was working with Kayla. Thank god for that girl and her voice of reason. I would be fucking dead twelve times over if it weren't for her quick thinking and rationale. Speaking of which, where the hell was that salty redhead?

I stood up on my tiptoes as I tried to see over the crowd. Fuck, this is one of the disadvantages of being short. Giving up trying to see over the tall men sitting in front of me, I grabbed my beer and downed the rest of the bottle. This would have to do until I could drink something harder.

I looked around the bar to make sure that everyone looked satisfied before going to look for Kayla. How hard could she be to find? She had a fucking ginger mane for crying out loud! She should stick out like a cat in a restaurant for Pete sake! I chuckle to myself as I made my way through the crowd, picturing a cat running around a fine dinning establishment. How fucking hilarious would it be to have it take your order? I don't know about you, but I'd pay money to see that shit!

Suddenly, I spy the bright red mane in the back corner of the room. She seems to be preoccupied with the gangly looking drummer for Avenged Sevenfold. And by preoccupied, I mean fucking making out like animals. I grimace and turned away, only to find myself face to face with Matt Sanders.

"Whoa, where's the fire, Riley?" He asked, giving me a charming dimpled grin. I raised my brow and crossed my arms as I looked up at him. Was he stupid or just blind? How could he not see the porno unfolding behind us? If I knew anything about my best friend, it was that she was a bonafied sex addict. I nodded and jerked my thumb toward Kayla and Jimmy, earning a chuckle.

"Oh, that," he laughed, putting an arm around my shoulder. "Well, there is only one way to get rid of that memory..." Matt picked up a shot of patron from the table before downing it. "Care to join me?" He gave me the sexiest smile I had ever seen and felt a smirk pulling at my lips.

"Why the hell not," I sighed, flinging myself in a chair next to Gates and putting my feet up on the table and my arms behind my head. "Tony's got the bar covered for the moment," I said as I put a shot to my lips. I downed the patron as the desired effects began to hit me seconds later.

The next thing I know, I'm five shots in the hole and I've got one arm around Zacky and one around Gates as we sang with the jukebox. My eyes caught Matt's and I couldn't fight the urge to want to undress him. Damn, maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

Notes

Yay next update! So the guys have a competition on their hands? Is something going on between Matt and Riley?