expectations.
Okay then.
“I like drinking whiskey with my friends.
I don’t give a fuck what time it is.
(It’s only 6am. You’re crazy, man.)
There’s always time for whiskey and your friends.
I’ll be drinking whiskey ‘till I’m dead.”
Cheers erupt from the room at the loud guitar and Elliott smirks to himself as he hands Presley another shot.
“I think I need to slow down,” she says, pressing a hand against the bar to steady herself. “No, Pres. Let’s just live for tonight.” She smiles widely and shrugs, taking another shot of Whiskey. He slides his hand down to cradle her hip and she at least still has the presence of mind to try and step away. He just steps with her and she gives him a slightly wary look.
“Where’s Hazel?” He doesn’t respond, just places his hand on her shoulder. She shakes him off, pressing further. “You know, your girlfriend?”
“She doesn’t matter. Just go with it.” “No, Elliot!” She tries to back away but her grabs her hips tightly and doesn’t let go.
“You’re going to kiss me and you’re going to like it.” He growls into her ear and all she can do is stare, stunned at the boy that used to be one of her good friends.
He aggressively presses his lips against hers and she begins squirming, still able to remember Alan even in her drunken haze. Elliott’s eyes are wide open and as he spots a certain ginger staring at them he starts to push her away violently.
“Presley,” he scolds, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “you have Alan and I have Hazel! Can’t you just accept that? I know you used to have a crush on me, but this has gone too far.”
His acting skills are far superior to what they should be. That much is proven when Alan storms over, grabbing Presley harshly by her shoulder to spin her to face him.
“What the hell?” The face that usually looked at her with nothing short of adoration is now twisted in disgust.
“I don’t know, man. I’m so sorry. She just came on to me.” Alan shakes his head and lets go of her arm as if it was covered in poison.
“You need to get your shit together. In the mean time, go back to your van. I’ll bring your crap there from my bus tomorrow.”
Was he kicking her out?
“Babe, you don’t understand! He -” “Save it,” he interrupts.
He escorts her to Bren who was currently making out with some dirty blonde.
Alan clears his throat to get his attention.
“Take her home before she fucks up anymore relationships.” Even though he had made sure she got to someone who would get her home safe, he was still angry. Furious, even.
Bren scrunches up his eyebrows, confused as Alan stalks away and Pres just stands there, too confused about the past few minutes events to try and explain.
She sinks into the booth beside him, tears welling up in her eyes. Bren makes a motion to tell the blonde to go away to give them some privacy.
“What happened?”
She takes a few deep breaths, trying to get it together.
“Elliott kept giving me shots since we got here, right? And so I was like ‘Yeah, okay. Free drinks are always welcome.” You know? And then he kept touching me like on my waist so I tried to move away and he wouldn’t let me go. Then he kissed me and when Alan saw he made it look like I kissed him.”
Bren’s eyes are a confliction of emotions. “Are you sure that’s what happened?”
She tilts her head to the side, not sure she was hearing him right. “Excuse me?”
He pauses, trying to gather his thoughts. “I mean, you’ve definitely had a lot to drink and you’ve always liked El. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally kiss him?”
“Yes, I’m positive. I didn’t do it, Bren! You’re one of my oldest friends - you know me better than that.”
He shrugs, neither confirming or denying.
Twenty minutes later she’s sitting on the concrete beside the band van, a cigarette twirling in her hands.
Spotting a crying girl, a young man slowly makes his way towards her, always one to help a damsel in distress.
She looks up at him with those blue eyes, seeming to see right through him.
He sits down beside her, stretching his long legs out. He wordlessly hands her a lighter and she ignites the cancer stick.
“So,” he pauses, tilting his head up to look at the starlit sky, “what’s up little sis?”
I don’t give a fuck what time it is.
(It’s only 6am. You’re crazy, man.)
There’s always time for whiskey and your friends.
I’ll be drinking whiskey ‘till I’m dead.”
Cheers erupt from the room at the loud guitar and Elliott smirks to himself as he hands Presley another shot.
“I think I need to slow down,” she says, pressing a hand against the bar to steady herself. “No, Pres. Let’s just live for tonight.” She smiles widely and shrugs, taking another shot of Whiskey. He slides his hand down to cradle her hip and she at least still has the presence of mind to try and step away. He just steps with her and she gives him a slightly wary look.
“Where’s Hazel?” He doesn’t respond, just places his hand on her shoulder. She shakes him off, pressing further. “You know, your girlfriend?”
“She doesn’t matter. Just go with it.” “No, Elliot!” She tries to back away but her grabs her hips tightly and doesn’t let go.
“You’re going to kiss me and you’re going to like it.” He growls into her ear and all she can do is stare, stunned at the boy that used to be one of her good friends.
He aggressively presses his lips against hers and she begins squirming, still able to remember Alan even in her drunken haze. Elliott’s eyes are wide open and as he spots a certain ginger staring at them he starts to push her away violently.
“Presley,” he scolds, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “you have Alan and I have Hazel! Can’t you just accept that? I know you used to have a crush on me, but this has gone too far.”
His acting skills are far superior to what they should be. That much is proven when Alan storms over, grabbing Presley harshly by her shoulder to spin her to face him.
“What the hell?” The face that usually looked at her with nothing short of adoration is now twisted in disgust.
“I don’t know, man. I’m so sorry. She just came on to me.” Alan shakes his head and lets go of her arm as if it was covered in poison.
“You need to get your shit together. In the mean time, go back to your van. I’ll bring your crap there from my bus tomorrow.”
Was he kicking her out?
“Babe, you don’t understand! He -” “Save it,” he interrupts.
He escorts her to Bren who was currently making out with some dirty blonde.
Alan clears his throat to get his attention.
“Take her home before she fucks up anymore relationships.” Even though he had made sure she got to someone who would get her home safe, he was still angry. Furious, even.
Bren scrunches up his eyebrows, confused as Alan stalks away and Pres just stands there, too confused about the past few minutes events to try and explain.
She sinks into the booth beside him, tears welling up in her eyes. Bren makes a motion to tell the blonde to go away to give them some privacy.
“What happened?”
She takes a few deep breaths, trying to get it together.
“Elliott kept giving me shots since we got here, right? And so I was like ‘Yeah, okay. Free drinks are always welcome.” You know? And then he kept touching me like on my waist so I tried to move away and he wouldn’t let me go. Then he kissed me and when Alan saw he made it look like I kissed him.”
Bren’s eyes are a confliction of emotions. “Are you sure that’s what happened?”
She tilts her head to the side, not sure she was hearing him right. “Excuse me?”
He pauses, trying to gather his thoughts. “I mean, you’ve definitely had a lot to drink and you’ve always liked El. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally kiss him?”
“Yes, I’m positive. I didn’t do it, Bren! You’re one of my oldest friends - you know me better than that.”
He shrugs, neither confirming or denying.
Twenty minutes later she’s sitting on the concrete beside the band van, a cigarette twirling in her hands.
Spotting a crying girl, a young man slowly makes his way towards her, always one to help a damsel in distress.
She looks up at him with those blue eyes, seeming to see right through him.
He sits down beside her, stretching his long legs out. He wordlessly hands her a lighter and she ignites the cancer stick.
“So,” he pauses, tilting his head up to look at the starlit sky, “what’s up little sis?”
Notes
So so sorry I haven't updated in almost a month. It's just been crazy with a lot of end of the year exams and colorguard practice and we've started working on weapons and just ugh. Excuses, I know. So tell me what you think? :))
Oh snap! :-)
5/29/14