Dice’s POV

„How long are we sitting here?” I asked a bottle of Jack Daniels in my hand, my feet in Matt’s lap and Synyster Gates on my right. It seemed like I was drinking and drinking... and a little bit more of drinking, but the awaited buzz of the liquor just somehow blew over my head. Hell, I even drank those eight shots of Patron with MJ and you know what they say about tequila, right? One tequila, two tequila, three tequila – floor. And we had eight tequilas! And I was still sober... Well, soberer than I wished to be.

„An hour... maybe two,” Brian replied, yanking the bottle of Jack out of my hand and bringing to his lips. A groovy remix of something that was called ‘chillstep’ blared through Brian’s living room, a more silent version echoing through the patio. My head swayed in the slow rhythm in an almost trance like manner, trying to convince myself that I was drunk and not simply sleepy. My eyes closed shut and before I could even consider how good it felt like this with Matt massaging my foot and Syn’s shirt covering my body, since that was the first thing I could find when the chill started creeping up on me, some sneaky annoying little fingers nudged my side. „Don’t you even think about sleeping.”

I looked at Brian through my eyelashes, really willing just to lay low and have a good sleep somewhere, „Well what else am I supposed to do?”

„Entertain us,” He wiggled his eyebrows.

„Yea, sure,” I scoffed sarcastically, slipping lower on the chair, pushing my feet further in Matt’s lap as I rested my head against my own shoulder, feeling Brian’s cologne hit my nose as I brushed my cheek against his shirt. No wonder why MJ was crazy for the guy... His cologne was insanely addictive. But too... sweet for my entertainment.

„Come on, a bit of striptease?” Syn begged and I just flipped him off, not even opening my eyes. Not until I heard Matt’s deep timbre.

„You did in fact call him a ‘pussy’.” My eyes opened slightly just to see a dirty and very intoxicated smirk on his face.

„I didn’t call him a pussy...” I rolled my eyes as a small smirk took over my lips, „I just made a notice of him having one.” Understand it any way you want.

„Dice, we all know you hate wearing clothes,” On what exactly was he hinting, right now? I knew Matt could be a very horny bastard when drunk, but come the fuck on. I wasn’t that drunk, nor I was that easy... Okay, fine. I wasn’t that drunk.

„And what happens when I take my clothes off?” I squinted my eyes on Matt, who had an odd gloss to his eyes. Oh that son of a -- „No, Sanders! No! You’re drunk and we’re not having a threesome.” Yet a-fucking-gain. I was too exhausted to handle his beast in those shorts and Brian’s considerable length. Besides, even through the tequila roaming my veins and brain, I could vaguely understand that Brian was with MJ and even if right now it may appear a super-duper fun idea to fuck his girlfriends best friend, it may not appear as a super-duper fun idea for MJ. Although if blondie ever would like to try out Matt – I’d have nothing against it. I was all about sharing.

„Who said anything about a threesome?” I could hear Syn smirk not even really looking at him. „besides I’m not really allowed to touch you,” he pointed his look to Matt,

„That’s true,” Matt nodded.

„However, I’m allowed to watch.” Syn continued. Watch? As in... Watch who? Watch me?

„And be a creap?” I cocked my eyebrow.

„You have a problem with that?” Well... no I guess, but the fact that he’s so openly talking about it...

„And you don’t?” My eyebrows raised. „Just admit it, Gates, you want to see Matt’s dick...” I sent him a dirty grin.

„I never said I want to see a you on him action.”

„So what... you want to see me masturbating, so you can do the same? What kinda sick fantasy is that?” Or what level of drunkery to be more precise. Oh-oh-oh, I know, this is Synyster Gates finally coming out to play! Look at that... just a bottle of Jack and a bottle of Patron and that horny bastard pokes his head around the corner. I was wondering where he’d gone to.

„MJ’s out cold,” He shrugged, „What else am I supposed to do?”

„How about go to sleep?”

„How about you go fuck yourself?”

„You’d whis that,” I grinned, standing up in an attempt to go after another bottle, but Matt pulling me back on to his lap as soon as I was on my feet. Why hello there... To say Matt wasn’t turned on was a bit of understatement at the moment, knowing his certain something was poking in my butt cheek and surprisingly I didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable with those fixed browns of Brian’s sliding up my legs and watching Matt take Syn’s shirt off me. His strong hands ran over my back, before his teeth undid the knot of the bikini. Was that a deep moan escaping Syn’s mouth, when Matt freed me of the bikini top?

I shook my head and with a sigh I stood up just to hold my hand out for Matt, „Come on, big boy, let’s head inside.” He shot me a drunkenly confused frown. „I mean I can fuck you here, in front of Gates, but I don’t think MJ would appreciate it.”

„Fuck MJ...” he waved me off, suddenly pulling me back in his lap. His hands gave a good squeeze to my ass, his teeth grazing the skin of my breast.

„Matt, come on... you’re drunk... you’re not.. thinking straight,” I breathed as I tilted my head back to let out a silent moan. But that was when someone else moaned. And that was a loud and feminine moan. I instantly shot back from Matt and jumped to my feet with a deep frown on my face.

„What?” I looked both at Matt and Syn and it seemed they hadn’t heard anything over the beat of the music or they simply took the sensual sound as a moan coming from my insides. A sensual moan from me? Please... My eyes traveled up the beige wall to see a window open to... Syn’s bedroom? But, but... but... Syn was right fucking here... eyefucking me! Please don’t say it’s so... Aaaand... another moan. I sure as hell fucking hoped it was Jimmy beating the shit out of Johnny, which somehow ended up as a carnal moaning. A perfectly reasonable thing to do when someone punches you in the fucking face, that is if you ask me.

I bent over to pick Syn’s shirt from the ground and quickly pulled it over my head.

„Where the hell are you going?” Matt slurred as I went through the patio door and headed straight upstairs, noticing the passed out Johnny on the downstairs couch with Jimmy sleeping in the armchair, with a plate on his lap and tart crumbles all over his naked stomach. Maybe Jimbo had his highs dreaming about tart heaven and riding the cloud nine? Maybe that’s where the moans were coming from?

Yea, no. I really wanted for the liquor to finally start kicking in and kick me in those memory cells to delete the shit that I was looking upon right now. Okay, I’ve done... a lot of guys in my day, sometimes two or three a night, but see, I’ve never been in a relationship when I decided to have a fun night, but blondie here? Maybe I was drunk and these were some tequila made hallucinations, maybe this was the amount of booze after which if you haven’t already passed out or puked all over yourself, you start seeing gnomes and dragon’s, but anyhow, I was pretty sure that blond cloud of hair belonged to none other than MJ. And those tattoo’s? I’d say those were pretty much Zack’s.

I blinked a couple of times to really make sure MJ is riding Zacky, and Zacky is leaving a bit of bruises on her hips from the strong grip. Fuck, that looked hot...

„Are you lost, Dice?” Brian’s voice startled me and I accidentally slammed the door shut as I turned around to see him grinning widely. „You know, that shirt looked better when it was on the ground,” He winked, obviously too drunk at this point to even comprehend where he was and what he was doing here. He could flirt as much as he wanted, until he walks through the door behind me. And can you imagine my fucking surprise, when that was exactly what he wanted to do?

„No!” I pushed against his chest, making him stumble in the wall behind. What the hell was I doing? Yeah, it seemed he was thinking the same fucking thing. That is if he was still able to actually think in the state of his intoxication. A dampened moan sounded from behind the door, making Syn’s eyes shoot behind me with a confused frown. MJ, you’re such a fucking idiot! So in order to keep Gates from killing Vengeance, I did what I do best.

Saved the fucking day.

I kissed the absolute shit out of those lips. I nearly died to say the least. The alcohol in his breath was so strong that I really started to wonder how he was still alive. The same went for myself, since me and him had drank practically the same amount. I think that kiss had been the trigger for my brain to shut off, ‘cause I had a vague flair of someone pulling me off Syn and the next thing I know I’m arching my back in mere pleasure. I knew a phone was buzzing, I knew something shattered and I knew I was holding on to the headboard and just hoped he won’t change the position. Who was he? I was too tired to open my eyes, but judging by those broad shoulders my arm was keeping close to me and the deep thrusts, I was fucking the right guy. Thank fucking goodness for that, right? Those lips, my, oh my, I could kiss them all night...

But before I could comprehend that I was a couple of seconds from reaching that wonderful darkness, Matt cursed and just then I opened my eyes and noticed he was holding a phone pressed to his ear. What’s going on? He was panting heavily when he pulled out after listening to whomever he was talking to and cursing yet again.

He bolted out of the room just like that, leaving me really fucking confused of what the hell just happened. You wish to tell me he just... slipped out, pulled up his underwear and ran out of the door? Fine, now I was feeling drunk, but what the hell was that about?

I sat up in the bed I had no idea how I gotten to and was slightly relieved when I was drunk still instead of majorly hungover.

As I got out of the bed and was scanning the ground for some kinda clothing piece to cover my naked body with, the door bolted open and Brian, barged in and was pushed something in my face. What was that? A phone? I pushed his hand a bit back, so I could fix my drunken vision over the screen of the phone. Was he showing me those hilarious texts from his groupies like he used to a good time ago? Man, those were the bombs. Always made my day.

Well, wasn’t that sweet yesterday? Too bad Sonic won’t b there to protect u when I get my hands on that pretty little neck. You’ll b gone and missing before we even get back to court. Mark my words ~M

„Who’s Sonic?” I mused confused. Oh... Right. I had to reread the text another two times for it to get through the strong shield of liquor clouded intelligence. A few moments later I ended up reading every text Malcolm had ever sent MJ.

„You’re not gonna say anything?” Syn hissed angrily. I held up my index finger, bargaining for another second. Or minute. Or hour. I wasn’t sure how much it would take for me to comprehend the fact that MJ is a complete idiot and she’s been hiding these texts from me. The last big threat dated to three months ago. I was a little slow this morning, so the anger really started to kick in only after I’ve read the text another four times.

„Well... she’s a moron,” I replied, handing him the phone back as I picked up those black bikini bottom’s from the ground.

„And that’s it?” He arched his dark eyebrow, „You’re not gonna do anything about this?”

„You know, right now when I’m still pretty much wasted, I’ll tell you something,” I took Syn’s shirt from the ground and pulled it over my head, „I’m so sick and tired of baby sitting MJ, when obviously she always knows the best. She wants to get herself killed? FINE!” I raged, thinking for a moment. Actually? I yanked the phone out of his hand and rushed out in the hallway, catching Jimmy’s stare. „MJ?”

„Downstairs,” He replied and I nodded, clutching the phone in my hand as I flew down the set of stairs.

I found her pacing the early morning away with a cigarette lingering between her fingers.

“What the hell is this?” I held out the phone as soon as she turned around. Her face dropped. Yeah, well it fucking should.

„Dice, I-I—„ She stammered.

„You-you what?” I dropped the phone over the patio table, it hitting the surface with a thud. „You-you are sorry?”

„I...”

„Well sorry doesn’t really cut it anymore, MJ!” I yelled out right in her face, „As far as I know your anxiety disorders doesn’t affect your brain activity, so what makes you so fucking stupid?!” And I swear to god it looked like she was gonna slap me, ‘cause it seemed like she was kinda digging up the supplies of her running out courage and about to hurt me ‘cause I touched a very sensitive string – her anxieties.

„Stop yelling at me, I-I’m trying to—„ She spoke, but I, being the simple rude me, cut her off.

„You’re trying to what? You’re trying to piss me off? ‘Cause that’s the only thing you’re fucking good at lately! That... and well being a slut.” Her hand was already coming for my face, but thanks to my ass kicking abilities, I knew she was gonna do it even before she did it, allowing me to catch her by the wrist in the last fucking second. „You raise your hand against me ever again and I make sure I’ll be the one to put you in the fucking hospital!”

Brian’s POV

I didn’t know what Dice said to MJ, but when the Red returned, she was shooting daggers and seemed ready to kill someone, as for MJ? I couldn’t really even look at her without a strong kick to my anger switch. In what fucking universe would it work to hide those kind of texts and think it’s for the best? Not in this one, clearly. And as if that wasn’t enough, Larry, our wonderful manager was pacing back and forth through my living room. It was only morning and it already seemed fucked as hell. There was no fucking way in hell I was going to admit to the whole world that I’m dating MJ. She’d break in the first couple of hours after the crazy fan girls would throw metaphorical rocks at her. I remembered exactly what happened to Michelle and I didn’t want that to happen to MJ.

Knowing she had enough threat messages as it already was. Honestly, I couldn’t give a single shit about why or over what Larry was flipping out right now, I just knew I had to talk to MJ and I had the exact amount of time when Dice empties those two bottles of water to sober herself up a bit, before we go on with our plan.

„I need to talk to you,” I said silently, MJ shooting her eyes up to mine, a strong concern mirroring in them. She gave me an unsure nod as we both walked out on the patio, me snatching a smoke from the pack of Marlboro of the counter before I stepped out in the cool breeze.

She remained silent and it was obvious she was waiting for me to start the conversation although we both knew where this was headed. I pulled the lighter from my pocket and lit up the cigarette, inhaling a good amount of the nicotine, before blowing out a thick cloud.

„I don’t get you, MJ...” I finally sighed after I had already smoked a good half of the coffin nail. I saw her frown. „Do you actually like people threatening you and pushing you around?” She just stared at me, which really pissed me off, even more than I already was, „answer me.” I growled.

„N-no... Of course not,” Scared? Good. If for her to understand what I was saying, to actually hear not only listen to what’s coming out my mouth I had to pull a Malcolm stunt? So be it.

„Then why the hell aren’t you doing anything about it?” I glared at her.

„Because I didn’t want to drag you in this!” She yelled, being on the verge of crying. Excuse me? And how the hell is she yelling at me now? She wasn’t terrified of me enough to actually scream, but she was petrified of her ex so much that she couldn’t even file a report for him without Dice holding her hand? Now... this was interesting.

„Admit it, you just like to play the fucking damsel in distress!” Or actually be as Dice chimes every two seconds – an idiot. It just pissed me off beyond any limits to realize she better dies than she tells anyone about those texts or the reason behind her fear.

„How can you say that?” tears started rolling down her cheeks and I swear either I was too pissed, still too drunk, or too used to her crying, because that didn’t affect me in any way. I simply walked over to the outside table and threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray. „You think I want everything to be like this?”

„Well, it sure as fuck seems that way,” Otherwise she’d found her fucking courage and would’ve went to the police department and filed a report against Malcolm herself.

„What the hell’s going on here, guys?” Matt stopped in his tracks with a cigarette in his fingers when noticing MJ in tears and me probably looking like I was about to commit a homicide.

I rubbed a hand over my face and took a deep breath. „Can you look over her for a couple of hours?” I fixed my eyes on Matt’s dumbfounded face, „I have to take care of some things.”

His eyes shifted from me to MJ and then again to me, before they squinted and he stepped forward, „Don’t do anything stupid, Gates,” he whispered, patting my shoulder. I gave him a curt nod and simply walked inside seeing Dice uncork another water bottle and take a few long mouthfuls.

„Dice!” I shouted and pointed to the front door, ignoring the confused looks everyone was handing out so generously. She held up her finger and pulled out another two bottles from the fridge, before following me out the front door.

„Fuck, man, this water thing’s not working...” She sighed and got in the car as soon as I unlocked it. „You sure you can drive?” She gave me an arched eyebrow once I got in myself and put the key in the ignition.

„Yea, just tell me where to go...” I replied, although I wasn’t sure about anything anymore.

„Let’s start with a clothing store. I need to look like swim in money in order to get this done.”

„Dolce and Gabbana?”

„I was thinking more Versace.” She emptied another bottle. For MJ’s sake I hoped Dice’s plan will go through smoothly. But then again the fact that she came up with it being drunk off her ass didn’t allow me to put too much faith in it. But that was the best we had at the moment. And we had to go with what we had.

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