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"Looks like your sister is here" Stella continued motioning towards Gemma on the balcony, "you should join us at the tables once you've calmed your date down... if that's possible.."
"Look's like yore swing set's here."
Jax was confused. Trying to look where she was gesturing, all he saw was an old man sitting in a chair on top of one of the balconys overlooking them. He stared back at the girl, blinking his eyes several times, as he tried desperately to understand what she was saying.
"--You should join us at the tables once you're done...if that's possible."
His eyes widened. He didn't know what to say. All the oxygen was sucked out of his lungs. A few minutes of silence fell between them. Finally, Jax, taking a good look around, hesitantly leaned in forward and whispered softly in her ear.
"How did you find out about the swing set?"
Swing set? What the hell?... She gave Jax a strange look leaning in closer to him. Oooookay someone had all ready had too much to drink tonight. She was tempted to pluck that scotch glass right out of his hand.
AHAHHAHAHHAHA IF WE HAVE TO VOTE RIGHT NOW I VOTE FOR THIS!!!!
THE SQUANK MOMENT!!!
You think I give a fuck where Hadrian sits?? He can sit on my lap for all I give a shit, he promised to buy me anything I wanted." Blaze gave Zacke a smug look like he wished he could have gotten a deal as good as hers.
"And I'm not sitting anywhere I'm going to stand right here," Blaze decided, "Why don't you go over there. You're such a soft coward, playing it safe with Jun. At least Hadrian had the guts to ask me to the ball, so don't give me shit about it. I bet you wouldn't even have the balls to Squank Stardust. I mean... if you did then I'd change my mind. But until then you'll always be a scared little boy to me."
"You're such a soft coward, playing it safe with Jun... "
WHAT?! Zacke looked at her, his eyebrows clashing together instantly, his lips parted slightly. Playing it safe?! She had definitely struck a nerve...
"At least Hadrian had the guts to ask me to the ball, so don't give me shit about it." she continued ruthlessly. At this point, he was fuming with indignation. So much so that he couldn't even speak, he just stared at her in completely stunned and angry silence. "I bet you wouldn't even have the balls to Squank Stardust. I mean... if you did then I'd change my mind. But until then you'll always be a scared little boy to me."
"Scared little boy, huh?!" His eyes narrowed slightly. Tch. "WATCH THIS!!" He spat obnoxiously, purposely bumping shoulders with Blaze violently as he moved past and strode toward Stardust. He had the whole confident-male-strut thing going on in full scale, and probably looked ridiculous to anyone who might have noticed.
"Hey!" he barked as he came up to Reese and Stardust, drawing their attention. He took hold of one of Stardust's arms and used the element of surprise to his advantage, pulling her up from her seat while she was still surprised. "UP!" he shouted. Turning and locking his gaze with Blaze's, he brought his free hand back and smacked it right against Stardust's butt loudly. "HAH! SQUANK." He shouted challengingly at Blaze, staring at her with a fixed indignant scowl as he grabbed a handful of Stardust's cheek
Jaime looked at Jax blankly as he stammered. Then her expression slowly turned into a wide grin.
"JAX I KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU FEEL!" She said grabbing his arm and looking at him earnestly. People started to look towards them at her outburst but she ignored them. "I always say the wrong things at the wrong time, sometimes I just wish I can have a zipper to zip it up at will." She made a zipping motion at her lips. She saw him drinking from an empty glass. "Ohhhh I didn't know they have invisible looking drinks. Order another one, I wanna see it!" She looked at him, genuinely curious.
He had never been at such a loss for words. Then again, that had to be the most amusing thing ever spoken by a person.
What the hell...might as well indulge the girl.
Slamming the glass firmly on the table, he smacked his lips loudly, as if he were savoring the lingering traces of the "alcohol."
"You want me to order another one huh? How 'bout I get two for the both of us!" Leaning towards the bartender with his back turned, Jax pretended to order something as he grabbed two empty glasses.
"Thank Horace." he announced loudly as he returned to where Jaime was. "Now then" he said sternly as he held the two "drinks" in his hands. "I have to warn you. This is a very unusual drink. It's got this amazing, sort of...airy taste, almost like you're not drinking anything at all! But it's very alcoholic. So I hope you can hold your liquor because this stuff will make beginners tipsy after one sip." He leaned in closely. "Think you can handle it?"
Jaime took the drink from Jax. She stared and stared at it, but there was neither the sound that alcohol makes when sloshing around a glass when she shook it, neither any smell, not to mention it looks 100 percent like an empty glass.
She cast a questioning look at Jax. Her eyes widened even more as he explained more stuff about the liquor.
"OOoh I dunno but I wanna try!" She quipped, opening her mouth and brought the glass to her lips, waiting for its taste...waiting for its taste...
And still waiting for its taste.
"THERE'S NOTHING INSIDE!" She cried, looking indignantly at Jax. "THE BARTENDER RIPPED US OFF!" She humphed angrily. "GIVE ME THAT GLASS JAX, I'LL SCOLD HIM!" She huffed her way towards the bartender.
"Hey you! Why did you give him two empty glasses? We wanted the invisible-looking drink not the invisible drink!" She exclaimed loudly, attracting stares the way a sugar cube attracts hordes of ants. "You better bring us replacements!"
"Hey you! Why did you give him two empty glasses? We wanted the invisible-looking drink not the invisible drink!" She was loud enough to attract the attention of everyone around them. "You better bring us replacements!"
She was almost too cute, it was ridiculous. Laughing outloud, Jax joined her at the bar and exclaiming like one those drunken customers, he yelled, "YEAH HORACE! WE WANTED THE INVISIBLE-LOOKING DRINK, NOT THE INVISIBLE DRINK!"
The bartender looked weirdly at Jaime's outburst, then disdainfully at both her and Jax. "My name is not Horace." He said primly. "And there is no such thing as invisible-looking drink." He placed two glasses of Vodka in front of them. "This the most invisible drink I can offer."
Jaime took one glass and downed it in one gulp, but her face quickly scrunched up as the drink slid down her throat.
"IT BURNSSS!!!" She cried, fanning her neck vigorously with a hand. "That's VODKA you think I'm stupid?" She frowned at the barkeeper, before turning to Jax. Her attention span immediately ran out and slipped to something else "Hey where's your date?"
Turns out, most bartenders didn't appreciate being yelled at. "My name is not Horace." the man curtly replied.
What the hell? What happened to Horace? Was there even a Horace to begin with? Maybe I'm still drunk...
"And there is no such thing as invisible-looking drink." The bartender slammed two shots of some sort of clearish liquor on the table.
Jax furrowed his eyebrows as he scrutinized the mysterious substance.
"This is the most invisible drink I offer."
His eyebrows shot up. Jax had gotten wasted one too many times to be able to recognize vodka when he saw it. It wasn't really a drink for lightweights..
But the little waif was already eagerly reaching for it, as if the glass was a cute puppy.
He had to stop her. "Hey, I'm not really sure you want to--"
Too late. As soon as she had swallowed the entire drink, Jaime cried out "IT BURNSSS!!!" fanning her neck as if that would stop the brilliant flush that swelled around her cheeks. "That's VODKA you think I'm stupid?" she yellled at the guy who was not named Horace.
He thought she was going to cry, but within seconds, she was back to her cheery self.
What is she bipolar?
"Hey where's your date?" she frowned, looking around the room curiously.
Jax took his shot of vodka. It burned the back of his throat, but that feeling was soon followed by europhoric bliss.
He sighed. "Let's just say she's indisposed at the moment."
The bartender looked weirdly at Jaime's outburst, then disdainfully at both her and Jax. "My name is not Horace." He said primly.
Blaze huffed. Nothing they ever did was with flair or style, it was always just a mess, everything they did always fell into shambles and nothing ever went according to plan. Now they were resorting to playing find the needle in the haystay in the dark with your teeth and attempt to unlock intricate handcuffs with it. She rolled her eyes as Zacke shuffled blindly across the room, he looked so awkward and ungraceful. It was about as unromantic as you could get, watching him struggle towards Gemma and almost faceplanting the floor a couple times. Well it's not as if we're characters in a romantic comedy Blaze thought sarcastically, suddenly imaginging the scenario she was in as if it really was a romantic comedy. She could picture the rendition, the directors would put a fan in front of Zacke who would incidentally have most of his shirt unbuttoned and he would basically float or glide towards Gemma with his chest thrust out instead of sluggishly inching towards her with his face covered in grime and his hair in severe cowlicks.
Gemma would have her mouth open in a small, feminine "o!" as he floated towards her and say something girly like, "oh Zackery you must free me from my chains, take my hairpin, though it may damage my ever so silky locks!" Zacke would continue to glide towards her and trip and fall upon Gemma, his tooth expertly snagging the hairpin on the way. Her hair would immediately be let loose in slow mo and she'd shake her head, letting her hair whip around her face like in those shampoo commercials. Zacke would open her chains with his teeth clutching the pin and they'd both take down the bad guys single-handedly, making some witty comments about how evil shall never prevail and ride off into the sunset.
Hadrian and Rayden? They'd be the side-characters who got shot but no one really cares, and Blaze wouldn't even be in the picture at all. She'd be the one watching the whole thing from her couch, repeatedly saying, "ughh you've got to be kidding me" and "this is the lamest shit I've ever seen." At least, that's the role she wished she were playing at the moment.