Matt's POV

"Why the hell are we here cleaning up this shit?" Johnny whined, holding up what appeared to be a pair of tighty-whities with a bottle of Bud. That was just fucking disgusting! Who the hell up and leaves clothing, particularly underwear, at the bar? Oh, I knew who and I would bet money that she was the reason that we were here instead of still sleeping. Hell, MJ's shirt still marked its claim to the table in the back, leaving a vivid picture of last nights broken hearts. That's right, more than one of us left pissed off at Gates--me being one of them. "We don't even fucking work here!"

"Just shut up and let's get this over with," Gates huffed, hastily throwing a handful of bottles in the trash. I couldn't believe my eyes, Synyster Gates was actually cleaning? He had been dead set on getting here today and if I knew one thing about Brian Haner Jr., it was that he was a lazy bastard. He didn't do anything that didn't benefit himself. Had Dice told him that if he cleaned up our mess from last night that she would get him MJ? That's sly bitch. Why didn't I think of blackmailing his ass to clean my garage? God knows I had shit to hold over him.

I shook my head as I lazily pushed the mop around. What the hell was I doing here? This place was fucking gross and I still wasn't exactly sure how it got this way. Oh wait, here are the Mentos. That's right we were betting on who could make the largest explosion. What the hell were we thinking? "So why exactly are we here again, Gates?"

He simply shrugged as a smirk pulled over his lips. Dont play dumb, dude. We all know your secret intentions. There was something in this for him, I would bet money on it. I just hoped for the sake of his life that it wasn't a hook up with Dice. I would fucking kill him, specially since I had called dibs. His bet was with Zacky anyway. "Come on, did Dice promise you a shot at MJ for doing this?"

I turned around to see Zacky glaring daggers at Brian who smirked wider and raised his brow. Oh, Vengeance didn't like the sounds of that. I guess this bet was more than just a good fuck. If I didn't know better, I would say that they were playing for who was the better man that she would choose. But I did know better. Blondie would be a one fuck wonder, just like the rest, especially if she chose Brian. There was no way he wouldn't get bored with her naive and dimwitted ways. Sure she was hot, but I wanted someone with a little more spice. Speaking of which, where was that redheaded little hot tamale? She should have been here hours ago.

"What the fuck, man? This is low fucking bullshit!" Zacky snapped, throwing the mop on the floor and walking towards Gates. "You just cant stand the thought of me beating you. You had to go fuck around and get Dice on your side!"

Gates scoffed and leaned back against the walls. "Please, she only went out with you last night because she was pissed at me for pretending to hit on Dice. And that crazy bitch--no offense, Shadz--is not on my side," he laughed. I watched the scene in front of me with a raised brow, just waiting to see who was going to throw the first punch. You had to admit, this was all kind of amusing. I mean they were fighting over a fucking girl that neither of them intended on dating.

"Will you two block heads shut up," Jimmy sighed, stepping between them. He seemed subdued today compared to normal which told me that he must have had one hell of an hangover. Dice's drinks must have done a number on him. "I need a drink and the quicker we clean up my beautiful work of art." A large frown crept over his features as he looked at the nearly clean room. "The sooner I create another another!" He laughed as his manic eyes shifted over towards Johnny who was walking with the underwear to the garbage. "That's where those went!" I cant say I'm surprised, honestly. Oh Jimmy dont fucking take those...shit, he did.

"I cant believe we made this mess," Johnny said, dry heaving as he wiped down the couch. "Dice better give us a free round for picking this up. I can't believe we're cleaning."

"Cause Gates is fucking cheater," Zacky hissed. Yep, he was a bitter bastard and I honestly hoped he would win the bet. I would love to see Gates eat crow for once in his life, not to mention clean my fucking garage. Oh, I wouldn't let him that down. Maybe I would see if I could convince Dice to play in Zee's favor.

Gates threw his hands up in the air. "You'll just have to step up your game, Baker."

"Not a problem. If you want to play dirty, you've got it."

"So you think you've got this?" Just back off before you get hit again, Gates. You've won the douche card. Move on.

"Oh, I know I've got this." Zacky smirked triumphantly as he pulled out his phone, scrolling down and holding up a picture of him kissing the blonde. Shit, so Baker did makes some moves last night. But really, dude? A selfie while making out? Were you in fucking high school?

You could feel the tension in the room and I swear they would have punched the shit out of each other if Jimmy hadn't started swing dancing with the mop, flinging vomit and alcohol tainted water everywhere.

"Whoa, Jimmy calm down with that thing! What are you guys doing in here?" I looked to the door to see Max, the head bartender, leaning against the door frame. "I didn't know you knew what mops and trashcans were," he chuckled. Oh, come on, give us some credit! We may be famous, but we were still human. We did live our own lives. "Dice holding something over your head?" Yeah, a blonde with big tits and a hot little ass.

"You could say that," I laughed. "Speaking of which, where is Red?"

He raised a questioning brow at me and then looked down at his watch. "I was just about to ask you the same question. Its seven and she was due in at four..." I hadn't even noticed the bar in full swing in the main room. Shit, we had been cleaning for over an hour? Well, I'm done.

"Dicey's not here?" Jimmy said with a frown. Fuck, Jim, why do you have those nasty tighty-whities on your head? We all knew that he was a boxer's guy. He even made up a song about how briefs didn't allow enough airflow on his junk on our last tour. Yeah, tell me that we didn't get up close and personal with each other. I knew more about each of these guys than I was willing to admit but I wouldn't trade my best friends for anything.

"Shit," Max hissed, pinching his brow. "Johnny is coming in tonight and if she's not here before he shows up, he's going to be pissed."

I ran my hands over face. "Shit, we'll go see what up," I sighed.

"Dicey here we come!" Jimmy screamed before flying out the door, his arms outstretched like bird. Shit, he is going to smack someone and get in a fight before we could even get out the door. This was going to be a long night.

MJ's POV

I pinched my eyes shut as a loud bang jilted me awake, my head throbbing painfully from the movement.What the hell did I do last night? My head felt like someone had stabbed me repeatedly as I picked it up off the pillow. Oh, this was cruel and unusual punishment, specially when I was having a dream about rolling around in the sheets with Brian. Had I just imaged making out with both him and Zacky last night? I couldn't have been that lucky, right?

"Get your ass out of bed! Pronto!" Bright light from the hallway pierced my eyelids and I couldn't help but whimper. Oh, God, make this stop. I had to be imagining this.

"Wh--it's my day off," I moaned, not able to hold my head up any longer. It felt like it weighted a million pounds. I just wanted to go back to sleep and hope that dream of being pushed down on the bar by my brown eyed prince was a reality.

"Not unless you're willing to fuck Gates or Vengeance or whoever the fuck you're dreaming about now." I squinted my eyes at the blurry vision of Lucy in the doorway. How did she know what I was dreaming about? I was really starting to think she had the power to read my mind. I couldn't keep anything from her, unless it wasn't a dream. "Get up. I'm late for work!"

Before I could even really process what she said, Dice had flown down the stairs. "Oh, hell..." I moaned, slowly forcing myself to sit up, my eyes now closed again. As I sat up right in my bed, I felt the drowsiness take over me, blacking out into sleep every few seconds. I'm not ready to get up.

"MJ?" My eyes slowly peeked open again, hearing a low melodic voice calling my name from the stairs. I must still be drunk because there was no way this was happening. I blinked a few times and ran my hands over my face, begging the stabbing sensation to go away. "MJ?" Okay, so now I'm certain that Dice slipped me some of her crazy juice. Are those footsteps? Okay, maybe I'm not crazy.

"Hello?" I said, my voice feeling light sandpaper. I could still taste the bitter tequila lingering on my taste buds in the back of my mouth and I willed myself not vomit. I was never going to drink again.

"MJ?" I squinted my blurry vision to the door only to focus in on handsome devil standing in the doorway. I had to be dreaming! There was no way Brian was standing the doorway to my room.

"B-Brian?" I chocked out, now sitting up on my knees in the middle of my bed. "W-What are you doing here?"

Suddenly the light turned on and I crumbled into a ball, the pain from the light being too much to handle. I whimpered lightly as I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling nothing but skin against skin. Oh, god, am I naked? Slowly peaking down at my body, I let out a sigh of relief to see myself at least in a bra and matching panties.

"Dice sent me up to get you," he said coolly as I chanced a glance at him over my shoulder, not noticing that he was staring at my ass that was barely covered by my black lace thong. "How are you feeling?"

"Like hell," I moaned, covering my head with arms as my head throbbed painfully. Was he laughing at me? I didn't have time to think about it any further because at that moment I felt him sit on the edge of the bed. "What the hell happened?"

There was that laugh again-- like music to my ears and possibly other places... "You drank your weight in tequila, no thanks to Dice," he chucked, causing me to sigh. Fuck, I hoped I didnt do anything stupid. "You also took some body shots...." My body instantly tensed as I felt his fingers graze my naked thigh, giving me goosebumps.

I swallowed thickly as he moved over closer to me, his arms gently pulling my small frame towards him. What was he doing? "B-Brian?" I stammered out, my body arching back to his in pleasure as his hands moved to my hips. I wanted him but I knew better than to fuck before a date. I wasn't one of those girls to go for a hookup or a one night stand--I was strictly a long-term relationship kind of gal, no matter what my body said. "I-I dont know what--"

"Shh....relax MJ." Brian's hot breath was suddenly on my neck, followed by his soft lips. I bit my bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping my lips, his hard member stabbing me in the ass. "You're so beautiful..." I moaned and arched my body into him, not able to control the monster he created inside of me. Damn, no guy has ever made me feel like this before.

Seconds later, Brian was on top of me and his lips were devouring mine. It felt like ever nerve ending in my body was exploding as his hands roamed over my nearly nude body. I couldn't stop him and in all honesty, I didn't want him too. I was going against every rule I had ever made to protect myself but I wanted him to fuck me senseless--the bestial urge inside me was strong.

"Haner! Let's go!" Was that Jimmy?

Notes

Poor Haner cant catch a break! What is he going to do? Will he kill Jimmy?