Derek Carter

Derek listened with a serious expression as she talked, his eyes soft and understanding, his jaw tight and concerned. He said the only thing he could think to say. Uh, thanks. He sighed, thinking about the guy Adrian back at the corral. Yeah, she was right. She probably would be dead. Adrian looked like the type of guy that would do a girl in and throw her down an alley. He frowned, furrowing his brows as he thought of it.

When she spoke again, he just nodded, agreeing with her. He knew the only thing he could do is change it now. He couldn't go back in the past and change it and to tell the truth, he couldn't think of anything he'd change. He had started fighting because of the bullies. The bullies who just have to pick on the smaller guys, the shyer ones. He defended them, and he got in trouble. But he didn't care. He'd do it again in a heartbeat.

After that, it was just too easy to get a reputation for fighting because of all the damn trash talkers in L.A. All the guys with badass cars or hot girlfriends thinking they were over everyone. Well they came barking up the wrong tree when they talked their shit to Derek, that's all there was to it. And honestly, he wouldn't take back those ass whoopings either. But he could change it now. He could at least try.

He hoped to get a good job here, keep it, and be sending money home to his lonely mom within a few months or so. He had left her nothing but a note after all when he left. He couldn't even face his own mother to tell her goodbye. He knew she'd try to talk him out of it and she'd probably succeed in the end. He wasn't usually one to go through with something if his mother was there to disagree. He tried to do as she wanted most of the time.

But this decision had been for the best and he knew it. So he kept it a secret and took a bus in the middle of the night. So far no luck with the job but he still had hope. Now he looked ahead at the small buildings so close together. Downtown. He glanced at Chase expectantly, wondering. So where exactly are we going? He smirked a little.

..........................................

Derek Carter
~male~
27 years old~
6'1"~
180lbs~
blond hair, green eyes~
tattoos: lower right arm says "D" and on wrist says "slit here", on back of same arm says "Allan Carter" in dedication to his father

Chase

She pulled along side the curb and pointed a thin finger towards a small brick building. She turned the car off and stepped out. Her keys in one hand and her cellphone in the other. She walked around the car to Derek's side and waited for him.

"It's a dark little pub, figure if we're drinking we might as well grab a sandwich or something. Haven't ate yet today"

she said smiling at him. She bit the inside of her lip as she looked to the little place. A favored spot since she moved here. The hours before she moved she had dreaded it and when she got here it was exactly how she imagined it. But it was what she wanted, not that she wanted much. She was easy to please and she loved to please. All she would expect in return was a thank you.

"I really hope it works out, for the both of us. I actually need to start looking for some kinda job. I only had so much money put up. I hope I can actually find a job I like, like with kids or animals."

she said with a shrug,

"For some weird reason I love cows. Their so sweet, they stink but their sweet"

she quickly added making a face.

Derek Carter

Derek almost waited for her to open the door on his side as she walked around. After all, he wasn't used to all this. He didn't know to act around a girl who was so...he couldn't describe it. Unpredictable. He'd go with that for now. He opened the door and stepped out, immediately putting his hands in his pockets for lack of anything better to do with them.

He smiled a little. Guess we better get some food in you then. Don't want you blowing away with the wind. His eyes glittered playfully. He looked toward the pub too. He wasn't really that hungry but he'd get something just to accompany her while she ate. He wondered for a minute if he could pay for her food too, not to make it a date or anything. He wasn't sure what he wanted yet, besides just to keep hanging out with her.

He didn't know how proud she was or whether she'd get offended if he paid for her. He'd wait till they were eating to bring it up. He nodded. Me, too. I don't even know what kind of job to look for. Don't really think I'm good at anything, besides fighting and that's no lifestyle. He frowned.

He looked at her with understanding. He knew all about the money thing. His was running low too. He laughed out loud at her next comment. Cows, huh? I didn't see that one coming. He just grinned cause he didn't really have anything else to say about cows. He was never much of a country boy. Cows, horses, fuck all that. Who cares. They stink.

He starting walking slowly toward the pub, waiting on her to walk beside him or whatever she was going to do. His gaze went to the sidewalk beneath his feet. He didn't know what to expect from this pub, he just hoped it wouldn't be as much trouble as the pubs back in L.A. He'd seldom left a pub on foot back there. It was usually the back of a cop car that took him home.

Chase

She opened the door for him and held it. She looked around taking in the faces. Always good to look a place over so you know who's where and just how big they are. She chuckled a bit, like she would do anything anyways. She looked to Derek with a raised eyebrow as she reached over giving his bicep a squeeze ,

"Fighting is a career and if your good at it I say go for it. Like boxing and UFC. I loveeee UFC, gotta say it's pretty hot but it gets kinda scary when people bleed. I usually look away because I feel so horrible for them"

she said as she walked to a table somewhat by the door. She sat her keys and phone on the table as she walked to the bar to get a drink. She scanned over the liquor, something light would do fine and she settled for 2 shots of Rum to start off. She walked back to the table and sat one on Derek's side, her thin fingers pressed against her own glass. A grin on her face,

"Don't worry, I'm a fantastic drunk driver"

she said holding the glass up for a toast.

Derek Carter

Derek nodded his head. Thanks. He grinned and walked in, looking around. He always felt slightly paranoid when he walked into this kind of atmosphere. There was always the tough guys watching for when another tough looking guy walked in. Then they had someone to pick on, to start with. As if to prove his point, Derek put his fists together and the loud crack of his knuckles was heard as he pressed them together. Much better. He felt his gaze meet almost everyone in the pub who was looking their way.

She squeezed his bicep and he turned to look at her, a little thrown off by her careless touching. He wasn't used to it. She didn't look the trusting type, at least not back at the corral. He smiled. You like UFC? Another surprise. I used to watch it all the time. I've used the more basic submissions before in fights but I still think I'd get my ass handed to me on a platter if I ever tried out for it. I havent' exactly had any preofessional training, so to speak. He smirked again but his eyes softened. So she felt sorry for the fighters when they bled. Sweet.

He raised an eyebrow when she set her keys and phone down at the table then walked to the bar. Leaving her stuff unattended? She must come here a lot, he thought. He walked over to the table, just in case, sitting down and watching her order her drinks. He didn't know what she ordered but he soon found out by the smell when she set it on his side. He lifted it up to his nose to sniff first. Rum..nice. He laughed at her next comment and toasted her shot, slamming his own down fast. He was used to shots, it was his favorite way to get drunk fast.

Grinning, he waited to see what to do next. Maybe he'd be picking the next drinks. He wondered idlely how she liked vodka. He glanced around again, making sure there was no trouble on the horizon. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary yet. So far, so good.

Chase

Chase threw back her shot sitting the glass down making a face then looked to Derek. Pro training, wasn't the streets of L.A training enough? She grinned at him as she leaned back in her chair placing both hands palm down on the table,

"Picking the next drinks? I'ma grab a sandwich"

she said as she slowly stood looking towards the bar as he walked over and order a very simple and dry appearing ham sandwich. Not that the dryness mattered. Her belly was screaming at her and she was tired of hearing it. She looked back at Derek raising her eyebrow,

"Want one of these bad boys?"

she asked holding up the wrapped ham sandwich. She glanced over bar again and crossed her arms running her hands over them to rid of the goosebumps. She fiddled a strand of hair as she opened the ham thing sniffing it. Not even any mayo, that was maybe just a tad bit depressing but it was a pub so not much more could be expected. She didn't eat here often, she had never even looked at the menu before. Food was actually boring, chefs must of wanted to do themselves in.

"So Derek, you've peaked my interest meter. I mean for one, you got into a car with me. What if I was allo crazy, like I ate babies or some shit"

she said biting her bottom lip making her best concerned face them laugh.

Derek Carter

Derek nodded and watched her walk over to the bar. Sighing, he got up and walked over to the bar too, placing his arm over the counter with a few dollar bills handy. He knew what got their attention. You have to flag them down with money, get quicker service that way. As the bartender came over and asked "what can I get ya?", Derek glanced over toward Chase, not sure what she'd drink. Oh well, he'd go for his favorite. If she didn't like it, well he'd be more than happy to get her something else.

Two shots of Vodka please. The man nodded and walked over to get two shot glasses. He didn't even ask what kind of Vodka, so Derek frowned, unsure. Some tasted better than others, but hell, they all burned just the same. Shrugging, he took the two shot glasses offered back and walked back over to the table, setting them down in the middle as he took his seat.

Noting that Chase wasn't back yet, he glanced over to the bar, only to see her scrutinizing a sandwich. When she asked if he wanted one, he laughed and walked over to stand beside her. After all, he didn't really wanting her paying for his stuff. It felt too butch for his taste. He grabbed some bills out of his wallet held it out to the cashier. A ham and turkey special, please. Everything on it. He threw Chase a small crooked smirk and waited for the guy to make his sandwich. Oh, and could I have the bun heated up please?

The guy mumbled a little but obliged, putting his sandwich in the microwave for a minute. When it was done, he handed it over and counted the bills Derek had gave him, handing his change back. Derek pocketed the change and turned to Chase, sandwich in hand. Let's see how the food around her tastes. He smirked again and took a bite, looking up like he was thoughtful. Hmm... He finally said. Not bad. Not bad. Gulping it down, he nodded his head toward the table.

Ready for some real liquor? He raised his brow teasingly as he walked back over to sit at the table. When she spoke again, he laughed, having to set his sandwich on the table so he didn't end up dropping it. If you were crazy then I'd be fucked. I wasn't about to turn you down. You got me interested with your little activist stunt at the corral. He grinned, waiting to see what she would say. Maybe I was counting on you being a little crazy. Keeps me interested.

Chase

She laughed before she threw the shot back sitting the small glass on the table making her 'god it burns' face. She then noticed his sandwich and couldn't help but feel a depressed about her hams nakedness. A grin suddenly broke out across her face as she looked up to meet his eyes,

"Me an activist? Nahh, I just like to consider myself outspoken. Like people listen to activist, they just laugh at them and call riot control"

she said with a raised blonde eyebrow. She bit her bottom lip as she leaned back in her seat as she unwrapped her sandwich taking a bite before dropping it back to the table,

"So whats the story behind this?"

she asked reaching across the table running a finger over the 'Slit here' tattoo letting her hand fall. She kept invading his space but she couldn't help it. She really didn't know boundries, she was a touchy person and had always been. If this meeting went past today he would see just how loving she could be. Chase was the girl that would hug you without a thought. She liked it though, she always felt at home with large numbers of people surrounding her and she had no such thing as a personal bubble.

She suddenly realized he had more than that just one. She glanced him over, something she had seemed to forget to do upon meeting him. She cocked her head seeing how someone could get the impression he was trouble. The buzzed head joined by the tattoo's could certainly make someone wary but Chase herself found tattoo's beautiful. They were stories, something was happening either in that persons life or head, but it was a story nevertheless. She read the words of the ink that simply said a boys name. She looked back to his face slowly almost lazily.

Derek Carter

Derek grinned at the face she made after taking the shot. He was able to tough through it, simply holding it in his mouth for a few seconds to get used to the burn on his tongue first before gulping it down fast. That way he didn't notice the burn so much. A trick his old drinking buddy had taught him, his dad.

He nodded and watched her bite her bottom lip before looking down at his shot glass. If he was able to blush, that's what he'd be doing right now. He didn't want to get caught staring at her lips. That's a good way to get her to abandon him here. Hell, maybe she was planning on doing that anyway after a few more drinks. He didn't mind if that's what she was planning though. He liked hanging out with her though and hoped they would continue to hang out after this.

When she reached across the table, he resisted the urge to pull his arm back. He wasn't used to someone just reaching out to touch him like that, not unless it was to start a fight. Even his exes had known better than that. Not that he'd hit them or anything, he'd catch himself when he brought the fist up and apologize, "sorry, reflex, babe."

He looked down at the tattoo across his wrists. He might have looked like he wasn't going to answer, but really he was just trying to think of a way to word the answer. She'd probably look at it and think "emo." He looked up, about to answer, and noticed her looking at his other tattoos too. He had to smirk, she looked too cute when she was curious. Especially when she cocked her head to the side.

He didn't know whether she'd ask about the other tattoos too, but figured she probably would so he'd go ahead and provide her with the answers. The one on my wrist was to remind me of the bad times in my life. Probably sounds a little depressing to want to remember them, but it helps me out when I think I'm about as low as I'm going to get in life. When I look into my mother's eyes as she tries to hide the shame and I feel so low I could go put a noose around my neck and think nothing of it. Looking at my wrist actually brings a smile to my face when I think about the people who actually cut themselves over it and it takes me out of the pit and I can go live my life again.

He started twisting him arm so she could see the others better. The D stands for my first name, of course. When I was little, my friends called me D instead of Derek so it kind of grew into a nickname for me. Kind of cheesy but there it is. That's my dad's name there. He was my role model, the one I looked up to. I got that tattoo the night he died.

Freaky coincidence because I didn't know he was dead at the time. He'd gone to a party with some of his guy friends that night while I was out hanging with my friends. I had a little extra money Dad had given me before he left for spending money so I decided to get a tattoo. He was driving home drunk and got in a car accident. All his friends made it with minor scrapes and bruises. I think the passenger ended up in the hospital with a mild concussion. My dad wasn't wearing his seat belt when he hit the tree. He died instantly.

Derek looked down again so she wouldn't see the pain in his eyes. He had cried so much when he got home and his mom told him. He never was a sissy, he didn't even cry when he got hit as a child by the bullies at school. His dad had been everything to him. When he thought he had his eyes under control, he looked back up at her. He hadn't meant to give her so much background, but the cat was out of the bag now.

Moving his arm back under the table, he sighed a little and managed a fake smile. So, what do you want to try next? It's on me. He nodded his head toward the bar.

Chase

She listened to him talk, a sad look on her face as she reached up placing a hand over her mouth. That would be a horrible way to lose someone you love. She could relate, she had never lost anyone in a violent way, noone had ever been snatched away from her. She wasn't even sure how she would handle something like that. The only person she lost was her mother but that had happened during childbirth and Chase remembered nothing from her. All she had was pictures but she didn't miss her, from her fathers words she wasn't a kind lady. She gave Derek a weak smile,

"Thats sad, kinda makes me wanna cry. I'm sure you don't wanna see that shit go down in the middle of a bar so I'm get my happy ass up and grab some drinks"

Chase said standing up looking down at him as she stood by the table,

"It's on me, don't worry about it budd..."

she stopped short and surpressed a laugh. She forgot she wasn't going to call anyone buddy anymore after a classmate had told her the true meaning years ago. She grinned and walked to the bar, she knew they would both be completely flat on their ass's if she switched to dark liquors so light it was. She gasped when she seen it, the best sip of yum that was ever made. Cruzan Banana Rum. She pointed to the bottle and got beer glasses for her and Derek walking over to the table,

"You'll love it, first thing I drank and first time I literally fell asleep while standing"

she said with a smile as she sat down sliding him his glass and poured herself half a glass then looked to him,

"Tell me when to stop"

she said as she began pouring.

Derek Carter

He didn't even notice her put her hand over her mouth. He was probably still staring down at the plain brown surface of the table. When she spoke he looked up at her from under his furrowed brows. His smile became a little more genuine. He couldn't imagine her crying, really. She just seemed like the bubbly type, always happy and lalala.. When she got up, he smacked himself mentally. Should have gotten up after his sappy speech. Then he'd be halfway to the bar right now so she couldn't volunteer for the drinks. He felt like such a dork. Letting the girl pay for the drinks, what a douche.

She stopped herself halfway through the last word as she walked off and he narrowed his eyes, forgetting the sadness that had washed over him in favor of confusion. He didn't get why calling him bud or buddy or whatever the hell she was about to say would make her laugh. Oh well. He shrugged it off, instead watching her beautiful ass walk to the bar for their next round. When she turned back around with the bottle and glasses, he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Whatever could she have?

He smirked at what she said and watched as she started pouring his glass. He wasn't even watching it, to be honest. He was too caught up in her beautiful eyes. Damn, what he wouldn't give to be....He let the forbidden thought drift off. He wasn't here for a relationship, he was here to make his mother proud, for once. He was supposed to be looking for a job for her to be proud of him for, not staring googly eyed at the gorgeous girl in front of him who just happened to love liquor as much as he did.

He forgot to say when, however, cause he just couldn't take his gaze away from her eyes. He started going through images in his head: him standing up to take her in his arms for the most passionate kiss of his life, her dropping the bottle to crash on the ground while she jumped in his lap to kiss him..what? A guy could dream.

Chase

She grinned as she looked at him when he didn't say when to stop. She sat the bottle down and reached over tapping the tip of his nose. He was off in some kinda dreamland. He seemed to be staring off. She leaned down towards the table picking up the glass to meet her lips as she drank, though only a bit before she sat the glass back on the table. She looked up at him with her burn face as she bit off a piece of her sandwich,

"God, why do I love this shit?"

she asked with a laugh as she ran her fingers threw her hair pushing it from her face.

"We are going to need some serious chasers"

she added quickly as she popped another piece of ham into her mouth. Chase was lucky to be one of those girls that stayed naturally thin. Though she knew deep down a fat girl was hiding but she got joy in laughing at her everyday. She could eat alot for being such a small person and the good part about that was being her drinks. Where did they get the term beer-gut? Someone must have grown one during their love affair with a six-pack. She looked down at her stomach making sure it hadn't grown as she drank.

"You should get a tattoo that says my name, get it in hot pink. Maybe a flower or two"

she said looking up and back to him.

Derek Carter

Derek was still far off in his thoughts when she tapped his nose with her finger. Twitching his nose at the new itch, he smirked and looked at her. He watched her drink and looked at his own glass. Well, here goes, he thought and picked it up, putting it to his mouth as he started gulping. Derek had never been a light drinker and he wasn't one for the sipping either. When he drank, he wanted to get drunk, period. Unless it was a light beer just to give a buzz after a twelve pack is gone or so.

He laughed. Speak for yourself. Setting the now empty glass down, he licked his lips thoughtfully and nodded. Yep, it's pretty good, I'd say. He watched her eat the sandwich with a crooked smirk. She was just so captivating. He could watch her for days and not think anything of it. When she looked down at her stomach, he raised his eyebrow, almost tempted to ask what she was thinking before deciding better of it. She was so random she might pop off something about gummy bears for all he knew.

He laughed again, a little harder at her next comment. Glancing toward the bottle, he looked her way with a grin. Maybe if you get me drunk enough. He winked playfully and sat back in the seat, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. Folding his arms back behind his head, he sighed with satisfaction. Twisting his head side to side till it cracked both ways, he leaned back forward and looked at Chase, wondering what she'd come up with next.

Chase

She laughed and looked at his empty glass in amazement,

"I'm not carrying your ass out. I guess you'll be sleeping it off in that chair, unless you happen to tip over."

She said as she slowly looked to the floor then looked back to him,

"Doesn't look nice"

she said glancing back at the floor with booze stains and food remains. She absent mindedly played with a strand of hair, her elbows resting on the table. She looked down,

"My grandma would have murdered me for having my elbows on the table, old bitch"

she said muttering the last words as she brought her glass to her lips drinking as much as she could manage living a bit left in the bottom. She stuck her tounge out and shook her body out,

"Well damn....that hits the spot"

she said grinning at him as she ripped the crust from her sandwich as she pushed them towards the middle of the table,

"I hate that part. I love those peanutbutter and jelly sandwich's that come with no crust. Ummmmmmm"

she said with her thinking face,

"Crustables?"

she said with a raised eyebrow.

Derek Carter

Derek laughed. And here I was counting on you to carry me out. Guess I'll have to stop at 12 drinks instead of 20 then. He winked again. When she talked about her grandma, he raised an eyebrow, confused. Where did this girl come up with half the stuff she said? Most of it came out of nowhere. He just couldn't put a finger on her. Maybe it was why he could sit like this with her and just talk for hours. She was just so random it kept him entertained.

Her beauty was enough to keep him entertained for days. When she stuck her tongue out and shook he smirked. So, question. How much of a drinker are you? He leaned across the table as he asked, his eyes narrowed in interest. He just needed to know if he'd end up being the one carrying her out. Not that he would mind. He just knew he was nowhere near buzzed yet so she'd better get cracking if she expected him to be the fun drunk he could be.

He listened to her rant about the crust and crustables and just smiled. Damn, she was too cute. He nodded to her answering her own question. Yeah, I think that's it. He grabbed the crust and tossed the pieces up one by one, catching them in his mouth. He looked at Chase and closed his eyes with a nod of his head. Mmm mmm mmm. Yep, that was some majorly good crust you just missed out on. He grinned.

Chase

She laughed loudly as she wrinkled her nose at him. She placed her hands flat on the table watching him as he spoke,

"Well 12 aint gonna do shit now is it. I don't just wanna get buzzed babe. I intended on coming here and getting completely wasted. Shall we drink to that?"

she said pouring more in his glass as she drank down and finally finished her own pouring her second glass. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders as a smirk appeared on her face,

"I'd say I could handle my own in a drink off, not that I'm a drunkie because eventually I'm going to One)Pass out or Two)Puke on myself. I don't really like either of those options so I get myself at that point where...I'm drunk, having fun being a little umm yeah and then hopefully I get the 'I don't remember shit, oh god what the fuck did I do last night' thing going on."

she said as she drank a little more sitting the cup down on the table. She sat back with an amused smile,

"So you really don't talk much I've noticed, but something seems to be going on in your head. Know how they say the eyes are a window to the soul. I think they were a little high at the moment and meant to say the eyes are a window to your..brain or something. Like you can always tell when someones thing by their eyes. Maybe a window to your thoughts. Even the dirty ones. SO remember that next time you eye-fuck someone......."

she said with a slow nod. She laughed then looked back to him,

"Not that I'm eye-fucking you"

she added.

Derek Carter

He laughed as she leaned over the table, resisting the urge to peek a glance down her shirt. He was trying not to be that guy anymore, not with her anyway. He had to admit, he actually liked this girl. Back in L.A., it was all about the three Bs, boobs, body, butt. And not exactly in that order. He used to date girls cause they were hot. Not because they had things in common or she was funny, or smart. If they were good in bed, that's all that mattered. But that was something else he was trying to change by coming here. Maybe his dad's death had made him think a little about it. It certainly made him think about life. How you may think it'll go on forever than bang, you're dead.

But she was talking about getting piss ass drunk and here he was thinking about death. Not a very good guest. Cheering himself up, he raised his now refilled glass to hers. I'll drink to that. He laughed again and threw the glass back, gulping it all down like a pro. He put the glass down and licked his lips, nodding. Damn, that is some pretty good stuff, Chase. He listened to her talk about her standards of drinking and raised an eyebrow. I'm impressed. I actually didn't take you for a drinker. But one thing. He leaned across the table, looking her square in the eyes. Do you really want to have that forgetful blackout drunk when you're with a strange guy? After all, I'm not innocent, remember? He smirked a little to play it off. He didn't want to scare her into thinking he was going to rape her or anything.

Listening to her rant about his eyes just made him grin. God, she was just so damn adorable! He was going to have to rewrite his vocabulary of thoughts or something cause he just couldn't stop thinking about it. Everything she said and did just made him want...what? He wasn't sure exactly. Sometimes it was to kiss her, sometimes just to take her in his arms, protect her from the world. She was too innocent for this cruel place. With her last comment, he decided to go with it. He nodded. Uh huh, nice save. I'll remember that. He started pouring him another glass. He mumbled just where she could hear. By the way, your eyes were damn good in bed. He winked and leaned back with his glass. Okay, maybe the drinks were starting to take effect a little. He was feeling more talkative anyway. Or maybe it was just her bubbly personality taking it out of him. Who knows.

Chase

Chase laughed lightly as she looked to his glass with a raised eyebrow. She had met her fair share of drinkers and they all turned out to be good friends. It seemed that people that threw liquor back like champs always made good friends. And not just the friend you call to go to parties. They hold your hair while you rid of the poison. They lay next to you after the huge fights with your boyfriend....girlfriend, whichever way ya swing. She grinned as she suddenly realized all her friends were drunks. It was somewhat amusing, they always say your choice of friends reflect you but she didn't view herself as someone that needed to have alcohol. It just made things funner. Her blue eyes focused on Derek's face,

"Gonna violate me after I pass out? I would hope not, that'd be sad. Then I'd have to try and remember if you use protection, if you didn't I'd have to get Plan B. Just more pain than it's worth. Sober sex is the best sex. You always know what you did and didn't do"

she said finishing her class making sure she kept up with Derek. She was used to campus parties. Everyone crowded together spilling drinks and struggling to find more. She missed her college days, she could say those were a few of the best years of her life. She barely graduated, her grades constant D's. She partied hard and slept half the day. But wasn't that what college was for? Let you get all that out your system before you had to join society?

"Drunk"

she said playfully as she refilled her glass as well as his,

"I think we're gonna need another bottle in a bit"

she said holding it up as she flicked the side of it making a soft click. She sat it down and took a drink sitting it and picking up her sandwich looking to him,

"Oh my god, I just realized you ate my crust"

she said with a laugh. She looked at her sandwich with a raised eyebrow biting into the cold ham,

"You should so give me that tomato"

she said looking to his sandwich then to him with her best set of puppy eyes.

Derek Carter

He laughed and shook his head fervently. No, I wouldn't do that. There was probably a time when I would but I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, remember? He smirked. And I defnitely agree. Sober sex is way better. Then you don't have to worry about things like your partner passing out before you get yours, them vomiting on you halfway through, going bipolar... He was listing them on his fingers. Yep, he'd gone through most of those with exes. Damn drunk whores. He looked at Chase, wondering where she became a drinker. Probably in college, he scoffed.

He had dropped out of school in tenth grade. His parents hadn't been happy with him at all but his dad finally gave in, saying he was just going to get expelled for fighting anyway if he stayed. Which he was probably right. Derek never did his work unless they made him or he felt like it. And every day was a new fight, a new head to bust on locker doors or slam on the concrete in the court yard. He was the outcast. Nobody wanted to talk to him. Except the sluts. He shook his head. Watch who you're calling drunk, missy. You picked this stuff out, remember? He gulped back the drink she refilled anway and shook the glass with a smirk.

He laughed and took on fake sad eyes. Oh I'm sorry, were you saving those pieces of crust for something? Then he grinned, picking up the tomato in his thumb and forefinger, he wiggled it. Oh you mean THIS tomato? He opened his mouth and dangled it over his mouth, taunting her.

Chase

"Oh thank lord I can say I've yet to be puked on. That doesn't even sound attractive"

she said with a small laugh. Oh that had to be so bad, being spit on was utterly disgusting but puke? Chase gave him a playful grin as she watched him taunt her with the tomato. She leaned forward folding her arms in front of her,

"You would dare, you don't wanna have my belly mad at you. Because when the witch doesn't get what she wants she goes all chuck norris on peoples ass's."

she said very matter of factly. She adored chuck norris, well not really the man but being able to use chuck norris as an actual threat and have people know exactly what she was talking about. She had told several people she planned to go Ike Turner on them. It was better than simply saying you were gonna kick their face in.

"Chuck Norris is a very dangerous man Derek. He once kicked a Panda Bear so hard that he knocked the black off it. That was actually were Polar bears came from. CHuck Norris is responsible."

she added finishing her glass as she held a hand on her chest like it was going to help the drink go down. She poured them each another round as she rested her head on her hand,

"We need straws and some kinda fruit"

she said looking towards the bar.

Derek Carter

He laughed incredulously. What? You haven't lived till you've gotten puked on. Trust me, you can't miss out on that one. He grinned to let her know he was joking though. He made a fake scared face when she threatened him. Oh no, not the Chuck Norris trick, please save me! Here, take it! I don't want your stomach mad at me. He tossed the tomato on her plate. Smirking at her joke about pandas, he took the next round and gulped it down just as fast as the first. Man, it felt good to just sit and drink with a friend. He couldn't help but laugh at what she said next though.

Straws and fruit huh? He raised an eyebrow and got up, walking over to the bar before she could change her mind. Yep, he was definitely the guy that would try to give her everything her little heart desires. He could be quite a caring guy when he set his mind to it. He asked the bartender if he had any straws or fruit. The guy handed him a straw from behind the bar but shook his head at the fruit. He took the straw and walked back to the table, setting it in front of Chase as he looked out the door pondering. He looked back with a smirk. Hold that thought. I'll be right back.

With that he headed out the door. He was gone for about two minutes before he came back in, holding a plastic bag in one hand. Grinning ear to ear as he sat down, he opened the bag and set a small green basket of strawberries out in front of her. I figured you were a strawberry kind of girl. If not, I got bananas, apples, oranges, mangos, you name it. Found a produce guy right down the street from here. Very nice old guy. He stopped sifting through the bag to see what he had and set it in his lap, over all proud of himself for his deed. He looked at Chase to see how she'd react.

Chase

Chase watched him as he moved from the table to the bar bringing her back a straw. She smiled at him placing it in her drink as she drank a bit looking at him with a puzzled look as he said he'd be right back before taking off out the door. She turned away from the door facing the bottle as she refilled her glass looking to his empty one refilling it as well. She pushed her cup away smoothing stray strands of hair from her face as she tore the tomato into smaller pieces before poping them into her mouth. Derek was a very interesting person, but surely friendly enough. Just as she finished the tomato he came back threw the door carrying a bag. She bit her bottom lip in excitement as she leaned across the table as he sat,

"Oh my god, you got me fruit. I could kiss you right now"

she said looking at the bag in his lap before plucking the strawberries out. She wrinkled her nose and smiled again as she opened the container taking one out doing a small little dance. It didn't take much to make her happy and there was nothing better than a good serving of fruit. She bit into the strawberry quickly bringing her glass to her lips drinking as she chewed up the berry in her mouth with the liquor,

"Good shit man"

she said finishing off the strawberry looking back to him,

"I nice old guy? Aww sounds sweet. Standng out their selling fruit"

she said drinking down her glass till it was empty. She cleared her throat and sat back raising an eyebrow,

"Not did I hear you correctly when you said Mango?"

Chase repeated wiping the bit of strawberry juice and Rum from her chin and hands.

Derek Carter

Derek laughed, glad that he wasn't the kind of guy that would blush. Because if he was, he would be beat red with her saying she could kiss him. God, how he wanted that. Instead, he watched with a smirk as she bit into the strawberries and took a sip of her drink. He raised an eyebrow. Ah, fruit and drink mixture. I like the way you think. He reached over to get a strawberry, popping it in his mouth as he picked up his glass, now back full again he noted, and threw it back, slamming down his empty glass with satisfaction as he let out an "ahhh." Damn, that's good stuff. I'm sorry I didn't think of that myself. When she asked about the mango, he grabbed one out of the bag, holding it in one hand as he started tossing it between his hands. Oh, you mean this mango? Why yes, I do believe I did say mango. He grinned teasingly.

Chase

Chase grinned at him as she ate another strawberry,

"That would be the mango I was talking about. Now lets make this easier on yourself kay? Just hand it over, noone has to get hurt....mainly you"

she said in mock-seriousness. She continued to keep her hands folded in front her,

"Also might I add, that I believe I'm fairly buzzed. Just incase you were wondering"

she said as she moved to refill her glass the rest of the way and refill his,

"At the rate your throwing these things back....hmmmm Derek"

she said with a small laugh,

"So your a vet in the drinking game?"

she asked eatting another strawberry as she drank,

"Oh yea...."

she said suddenly sitting her glass on the table.

"Give me the fucking mango"

Chase said with a laugh.

Derek Carter

He watched her eat another strawberry. He held his the mango beside his face in his palm, holding it up and open as he looked at her proudly. His eyes sparked with mischeif. Me? Get hurt? I don't think you have it in you. He smirked. I'll admit I'm feeling a little buzzed myself but I'm a long way from drunk, my dear. Just feeling good. He watched her pour the rest of the bottle into their glasses and raised his, throwing it back just as good as the first. Gulping, he looked back at her and grinned. Yep, that I am. I like the way you're starting to say my name, by the way. Adding the hmmms and the oh yeahs...just makes you look even more buzzed and sexy. He had to be feeling good. He was starting to slip out hints that he liked her. Damn, him and his big mouth. Damn drinks. He hoped she hadn't taken it wrong but slightly doubted it. After all, they had been mildly flirting with each other from the beginning and the more she drank, the more she flirted back. He was beginning to like this drinking game. He held the mango out teasingly, though just out of her reach. What will you do for this mango? He raised an eyebrow.

Chase

She couldn't help it but she blushed.Did he just call me sexy? she thought as she watched him. It wasn't like it was the first time she heard it but it always caught her off guard. Chase considered herself far from shy, she didn't have a shy bone in her body.She gave a soft shake of her head, had she been flirting? She couldn't even really remember. She laughed and narrowed her eyes,

"Well Derek"

she said putting emphasis on his name,

"This sexy buzzed girl is willing to kick your ass for that melon, doesn't it sounds super good. Melon and ummm"

she said looking towards the bar then back to him suddenly,

"Some more vodka? Yummy right? You get the Vodka, I'll fix up the melon. We'll make a day outta it. Though I'm not sure what's gonna happen after another bottle"

she said as she picked her hair up off her neck. She continued to look at him, a half smile on her face,

"What do you want in exchange?"

she asked motioning for the fruit in his hand. She bit her lip, Maybe I'll just snatch it, then what?. Her melon heist didn't seem the best route, though if she stole it would he snatch it back or simply let her have it?

Derek Carter

Derek grinned when she emphasized his name. Yes, Chase? Then he laughed. Kick my ass huh? You really want this mango that bad? He twirled it in his hand slowly. He nodded. Okay, I can handle the vodka. And I'm pretty sure after another bottle you'll be the one down on that food stained floor. He added with a chuckle.

Getting up, he acted like he was going to bring the mango with him to the bar before he changed his mind and turned around, tossing it under hand to Chase so that she'd see it in time to catch it. Then with a smile he turned back around and headed to the bar. When he got there, he leaned over the bar some, looking at the bottles lined up. Hmm..which to choose. Finally he pointed.

Give me the Smirnoff Vodka please. The bartender handed it over and they exchanged hands, money to the bartender, bottle to Derek. Smirking, he showed the bottle to Chase and headed back to the table. Sitting down, he took a plastic knife from the wrapped up napkin on the table and held the bottle out with the top facinga way from him. Ready? He teased.

Then he took the knife and quickly brushed the knife end up against the top of the bottle, taking it off with a loud pop noise. No liquid came out though. He held the bottle, pouring him and Chase a glass and pushed her glass to set in front of her. Then eyeing the mango she now held, he raised a brow. Well, I'll let you keep it for...holding your hands out then touching your fingers to your nose. Really I just want to see if you can still do it.

Chase

Chase laughed and glared at him in a playful way. She took the glass in her hands and drank a bit making her famous drinking face,

"God, & we're drinking this?"

she asked as she continued to hold the melon in her free hand. She raised her eyebrows then narrowed her eyes,

"I can touch my nose if I want to....but I'm not. The only reason being..."

she said thinking it over. She couldn't really think of a reason. The drinks coated her brain as she suddenly grinned at him,

"I'll just cut this melon and get back at you with my answer. IOU"

she said laying the melon on the napkin after having rolled it out. She stabbed threw the middle and began working her way around it before finally completeing it. She slide one half to him then licked the juice from her fingers,

"Eww, do you know that I might of had some kinda...something on my fingers"

she said grabbing the other napkin deciding to wipe them instead of lick. She took another drink,

"I'm gonna be on my ass, thats sad. I blame you for the bruise I may wake up with tomorrow"

she added as she drank down her glass more then burped. She laughed as she put a hand up to cover her mouth,

"'scue me"

she said popping another strawberry before using the spoon that had been with the knife to scoop out some of the melon,

"So, I'm still curious. I mean if your my new drinking buddy I feel I should know something about you. Who are you really? Like...are you the guy that beats people up all day then go home to feed your kittens and play with it and some yarn for hours on end?"

she said as she pictured exactly that. She couldn't help it, everyone had a soft side. Who didn't wanna be loved?

Derek Carter

Derek laughed watching her open the melon. He raised an eyebrow. Some kind of something, huh? Where have your fingers been, little missy? He smirked teasingly. He couldn't stop laughing when he was around her and it felt.....nice. He couldn't remember laughing this much really since his dad was alive. Those were the days. Since that he'd been into the punching more than the laughing. His old friends just kind of stopped calling him after a few weeks of him not returning their calls.

You could say he didn't take the mourning period very well. Every day he came home with fresh black eyes and bruises. No wonder his mother was ashamed to call him her son in public. He looked like a druggie. But he was proud that he'd never touched a drug in his life. When she burped, he smiled. That was cute. He grabbed another strawberry too and downed his glass of vodka, quickly pouring another.

When she looked at him next, he stopped chewing and looked at her more seriously. He could read it in her eyes. She was about to start asking the tough questions. Why now? He felt like moaning. Why, when he was just starting to have some fun? But he listened to her questions anyway and didn't even manage a smile when she asked about the kitten crap. Yeah right. He was a dog person through and through.

He leaned back in the chair, looking down at the mango as he more picked at it with a fork than ate it. It kept his mind off what he was saying. Um, no, I'm not that guy with the kittens. I'm the guy who beats up people to make himself feel a little better, so he can go home and pass out for the rest of the day, savoring the pain ripping through his own body that's the only way he knows he's alive. I'm the guy who wants to be better than that, who wants to get over it. I want to be...normal again. He looked at her in his last sentence, wanting to gauge whether she believed him or not.

Chase

She gave him a sincere smile as he spoke. She couldn't help it when stood up walking around to his side of the table leaning down giving him a hug. She seen someone that needed comfort, even if they couldn't admit it. She smiled as she pulled her head back again,

"Well if it means anything I personally think your fucking awesome"

she said lightly,

"And the way you throw back those drink......fantastic. Not normal, but amazing anyways"

she said playfully as she let her arms drop looking down at him. She suddenly grinned and leaned down kissing his forehead gently before walking back around to her side of the table sitting down finishing her glass of Vodka.She ate a spoonful of melon seconds after then looked back to him,

"Bet I can drink down a glass quicker than you"

she said moving to refill both cups. God she was gonna regret this tomorrow morning while she clung to a toliet bowl.

Derek Carter

Derek raised an eyebrow, not knowing what she was going to do, when she got up and walked around the table. A hug defnitely wasn't what he expected. He didn't even think to put his arms around her, he was too busy being dazed and drinking in her beautiful scent. He smiled. Thanks. You're pretty awesome too. He wasn't one for the soft moments though. When she praised his drinking, he could only keep the smile on. Of course he didn't want her to judge him by the way he threw back drinks. There was a time when he'd been proud of his strong stomach. But now, now he valued more in a person and therefore wanted to be valued for more.

Then she leaned down and kissed his forehead and he could only gape. What the hell was she doing? Just leaving those images in his head again. Dammit. Closing his eyes, he shook his head and looked at her with a smirk. You really are getting buzzed, aren't you? When she sat back down, he could still feel her warm lips on his forehead but resisted the urge to reach up and rub the spot.

She poured more drink in after challenging him and he grinned, picking up his glass for a toast. You're on. He even held the glass in front of his mouth for a millisecond, to give her a little bit of a headstart. After all, even if she did manage to beat him in finishing his glass, which he doubted, its not like they bet anything on it.

Chase

She raised an eyebrow a grin on her lips,

"Why yes Derek, I am rather buzzed but I could of been stone cold sober and you still would of been huggled on"

she said simply with as she brung her glass to her lips, a bit of the Vodka spilling into her mouth. Though over the course of their drinking party she had grown used to the flavor. She placed both hands on her cup,

"okay, ready, get set,........go"

she called out as she began drinking the crystal clear liquor down, the burning feeling vanishing after the first swallow. Her mouth was drinking but her mind was thinking of other things, not that she really thought when she was drinking. Rather pondered. & at this moment she was pondering. She closed her eyes and decided to focus on getting this shit down, can't have her drowning from a glass of Vodka can we?

Derek Carter

Derek just smirked when she said she'd be sober and still hug him. He believed her on that, but not the kiss on the forehead. But then she was bringing the glass up and he continued to hold his right at his lips. She did the count down and he acted like he brought it to his lips at the same time, only to let it wait a few seconds till she'd gotten down about two swallows before he started. He noticed she was going faster than before and felt like there was celebration in store. He started gulping and matched hers in half the time but then an idea came to him. He stuck his tongue in front of the liquid, still inside his mouth so she wouldn't see but enough to stop the liquid from all coming into his mouth at once. He took smaller gulps and waited for her to be done.

Chase

Chase downed her and slammed the glass on the table bringing her hand up placing it on her chest. She shook her head and quickly ate a strawberry. Her attention snapped to Derek,

"Did I beat you?"

she asked with a laugh. She didn't actually think she could beat him, but she felt bad. She cocked her head at him then laughed again,

"Here have a strawberry"

Chase said handing him a big one. She remember this kid from grade school, he wasn't a nerd or anything, he just wasn't popular and he wasn't really good at anything. Though he was fantastic at drawing. People always cooed over his pictures and that was it. She knew it made him feel good so she assumed he would like it if she introduced him to someone just as good as him. They could share tips and such. She let him met Johnny, a boy just as good if not in fact better. The boy was forgot as everyone moved on and decided Johnny was better. She didn't realize it then. She often thought of him and what became of him and his art. She honestly hoped he continued drawing because they were eerie but beautiful. She gave Derek a smile and leaned back in her seat pushing the melon back a bit. Her stomach was full of liquor and fruit. The ham sandwich had lost all appeal and she moved quickly to throw it away. She sat back down making her eyes wide. It seemed as soon as she stood all the alcohol hit her and she felt a bit more than buzzed, hell she felt more than a bit past buzzed,

"Oh shit"

she said with a laugh looking to the bottle trying to focus on the label.

Derek Carter

He let the last of the liquid stay in the glass till she was slamming hers down, in which he quickly slurped it down and slammed his own down like he'd been racing. He tried to make his eyes wide with shock. He sputtered. What? How'd you beat me? No way! He thought he pulled off the disbelief pretty well too. Would she buy it though? She offered him a strawberry and he took it with a smile. Thanks, but shouldn't the winner be getting something instead of the loser?

She seemed to go off into lala land for a few seconds so he just sat back and watched her, hands folding behind his head in a relaxed fashion. He could watch her for days, she was so..amazing. But then she smiled and he smiled back, not at all ashamed that he'd been staring. Maybe the alcohol was starting to get to him. That's usually the problem when he starts not giving a damn. She leaned over to throw her sandwich away but when she leaned back her eyes were all wide. He leaned forward over the table, a brow raised.

You okay? He laughed when she cursed and laughed though. It just must be the alcohol then. He smirked. Reading trouble? He couldn't help but egg her on, it was just too funny. He wondered if she'd be one of those completely random drunks or what.

Chase

Chase laughed and nodded at him. She was having reading problems and she soon would be having thinking issues. Though she was sure everyone had that problem when drinking. Her eyes looked at Derek as she caught him staring. Her cheeks blushed a light pink as she brought a hand up covering her face.

"Stop it"

she said though her lips smiled. She reached out filling her glass part ways. She suddenly felt self conscious as she felt her face,

"Do I have something on my face? Point to it."

Chase said wiping her mouth before moving to her hair pushing it over her shoulders again, maybe she would stare at him. Let him feel as nervous as she did. And that's exactly what she did. She let her head rest in her hands as her eyes watched him. She smirked and idly played with her cup in her hand.

Derek Carter

Derek smirked more when she put her hand up to cover her blushing face. She was so cute. He chuckled softly and tilted his head, watching. He shook his head. Nope, nothing on your face. He leaned forward, taking the bottle of vodka and pouring some more in his glass. He knew she was watching him but he was trying to ignore it. He tilted the top of the bottle toward her as a brow raised questioningly. Want some more? He then cocked back his glass, sucking in his lips as the burn slid down his throat. He heard the clink of her glass and looked over, just to see her staring at him while playing with her glass. He smirked again, showing off his dimple. This was going to be an interesting night. He just hoped they kept getting along this good because he didn't want the night to end.

Chase

She reached out poking his dimple,

"How fucking cute"

she said in a light though very high pitched and excited sounding tone. She looked back to her glass and gave a light nod grabbing the bottle topping her cup off sitting the bottle down watching the liquid swish around,

"I am scared to death of big water, like oceans and lakes, I'm even scared of rivers. I like creeks though, like the little baby ones where you can see the rocks. Even since I watched that movie the Perfect Storm....no freakin' way"

she added quickly looking to Derek with raised eyebrow,

"Do you wear pink shirts? I think it's adorable when boys wear pink"

She said thinking about retarded she must of been sounding. She couldn't stop herself from thinking on thought to the other. She shrugged and drank from her glass,

"I'm painting your nails, end of discussion"

She said standing up going out to her car quickly grabbing the only nail polish she had in her car out, a bright but light yellow. She walked back with a grin sitting back down.

Derek Carter

He resisted the urge to shrink back when she leaned forward with he finger stuck out. After all, what harm could a drunk girl with a finger? Maybe he shouldn't think that though. He could jinx it and she'd end up pinky slamming him to the ground or something. She poked his dimple and he smiled deeper. Yep, she was definitely getting trashed. When she spoke her voice was all high and off pitch. Yep, definitely trashed. She messed with the liquor a little and started talking about being scared of water, and he tilted his head to the side some, listening.

Wow, she was one of those random "i tell you everything on my mind" kind of drunks. He wondered what else would be coming out of her mouth before the night was over. Then she looked at him and he laughed when she was done with the questions. He nodded slightly. Sometimes. I wear pink shirts sometimes but I'd rather stick with band shirts and black shirts. He kept it to himself how he thought of most guys who wear pink shirts as fags. She might not like that much.

Then the craziest thing came out of her mouth and she disappeared out the door. He was left with a gaping mouth and wide shocked eyes. She did not just say that, did she? Then she walked back in and he clearly made out the light yellow polish in her hand. He immediately leaned back in his chair, hands up in front of him, palms toward her. Whoa! I don't think so, missy. You can paint your own nails any color you like and whenever you want but you are not touching my nails with your girly polish!

Chase

She couldn't help it but she busted out laughing. She reached up covering her mouth and looked at him,

"Typical guy"

she said playfully as she reached over trying to grab his hand. She held the polish with her free hand as she spoke,

"Come'on, just your pinky. Or if you don't anyone to see I'll just do your toes. It'll be fun, wanna go to my car?"

she asked reached down finishing her glass as she looked back to him wiggling the polish in front of her. That could be tooken the wrong way and the thought made her laugh. She sat the polish down with her fake defeated look,

"Fine, then I guess your gonna just have to paint mine"

she said as she picked the last little bit of black nail polish from her fingers.

Derek Carter

Derek slowly started to put his hands down as she covered her mouth, distracted for the moment. But then she was reaching for his hand and while otherwise he wouldn't protest, he pulled his hands into his lap this time, knowing what she was up to. He shook his head. Nope. No pinky, no thumb, no toes. Nothing. I don't do hair polish, drunk or not. He smirked though, amused by her persistance.

He laughed when she asked if he wanted to go to the car. Another fact he would have loved to go along with but not with her in this state and not for the purposes she wanted to use it for. When she laughed, he figured she'd just thought of how that sounded. Then she made a defeated look and set the polish down. He knew it was totally fake though. He laughed at what she said and watched as she started taking the last bits of nail polish off her fingers. He scoffed.

What if I don't paint nails either? He wondered for a second if maybe she'd be one of those girls who thought it was infinitly sweet for a guy to paint her toe nails. Or the kind that actually got turned on by it. He had heard of them but had yet to meet one, maybe for the fact that he never agreed to paint any of his exes' nails before. He wasn't a sweet guy back then at all. Now he was trying to be different, start over. But did that have to mean painting nails? Come on, how degrading did he have to get? He raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what she'd say next.

Chase

"Come'on Derek, I'm not gonna tell anyone. Wanna pinky swear on it love?"

she asked placing her hands flat on the table so he could paint them. She smiled at him and bit at her lower lip,

"Okay, I'll make a deal with you"

she said with a pause as she thought over deals that would appeal to him. She honestly didn't know much about him besides the bit he told her. Although it wasn't alot of information it held alot. He wanted change and that had to be a sign of maturity. But sadly Chase could be very immature. She raised her chin suddenly like she was about to speak the gospel itself,

"Okay, here's whats gonna happen....Your gonna paint my nails and I'll love you forever and ever. Because honestly many guys don't paint nails and if you do you must be one of a few of a kind"

she said with a nod. She thought it was a better alternative to him getting his nails painted plus it would be very entertaining, maybe only to her but still very entertaining.

Derek Carter

He sighed, leaving his pinky right where it was on his lap in case it was a trick to catch one of his hands. When she bit her bottom lip, his smile faltered a little. Was she about to cry? Just what he needed. Making the chick of his dreams cry. Some guy he is. He tilted his head slightly as she spoke of a deal, leaning over the table a little on his elbows as he raised an eyebrow.

Yes? When she finally spoke, he had to smile. It was just so....cute. Only word he could think of to describe it. He had to admit though, even drunk, she was pretty bright. He finally rolled his eyes and threw up his hands in surrender. Fine, I give. I'll paint your nails, but only if you stick to your deal. He smirked and winked. He didn't know how this was going to go at all. I warn you though, I'm not very good at being neat. I might get more on your actual fingers than your nails.

Chase

"Yay"

she said with a grin as she did a small little dance sliding the nailpolish towards him,

"Paint my fingers you say? Well be warned I eat faces, I'll eat your face...or maybe I'll just bite it because I don't think I'm emotionally able nor am I physically able to eat your face"

she said confusing herself for only a moment before placing the grin back upon her face. Whooo, she was feeling fine and she could stand another swig of the strangely..or growingly good Vodka. She made a face remembering the burn as she reached for the bottle pouring a bit in her glass throwing it back,

"Well let me warn you, I'm not very good at staying still. I don't always move, I'm just...anxious you could say. Skittles"

she said as she looked to the fruit picking up a strawberry,

"So Derek, how long have we known eachother? Feels like awhile does it not?"

she said eating the berry as she focused on his face but kept on hand on the table so he was able to paint it.

Derek Carter

Derek smiled. She grinned and slid the nail polish toward her and he took it and slid more towards him with a defeated sigh. She was so lucky she was hot. She spoke and he raised his eyebrows, confused and a little freaked out. What the hell was she talking about? Eating faces? What, is she a cannibal now? What do you mean, eat my face? I didn't know that was....legal. She then grabbed the vodka and he thought for a moment about taking it from her. After all, she was completely wasted now as anyone could see and he didn't want to end up with a vomiting passing out girl on his hands. Expecially if she was the crazy kind who started yelling and drawing attention to herself. He had been with one of those before. He winded up in jail cause she yelled that he was kidnapping her in a public area with lots of people. Luckily for her, she was out of town by the time he got out of jail.

She said she wasn't very good at staying still and he smiled. Well, could you at least try? He laughed at her random words, watching her eat the strawberry. He shook his head. Yeah, it does feel like its been a while. He smiled. He could go on hanging out with her for ages. She held her hand on the table and he looked down at it, remembering the task at hand. Giving up, he slowly opened the bottle of polish and started on her first hand. It wasn't perfect, but he was doing it real slow and careful, not wanting to mess up her gorgeous hands.

Chase

Chase couldn't wipe the grin from her face. She could say that she was completely amused and it was funny as hell sitting her watching him paint her nails. She leaned forward and pointed with her free hand,

"You missed right here"

she said with mock seriousness. She used that same free hand running it over her face. God she felt fantastic, she hoped she didn't sound dumb when she talked. You never really know exactly how you sound when your drinking. She smiled,

"Do you think I could be a man beater? 'cause women beaters are so common, I think I should shake it up. Wouldn't it be funny as shit? The neighbors call the cops because all the noise and he answers the door all beat up explaining how he fell down the steps"

she said with a laugh covering her mouth. She looked back to Derek, in response to his 'legal' comment. Yeah, a bit late but oh well,

"We'll then we could just suck face"

she said with a shrug,

"Nothing illegal, just good 'ole fashion face sucking"

she added with a small nod.

Derek Carter

Derek gave her a fake frown of frustration when she pointed to a nail saying he missed. Just to make her laugh, he mumbled curse words while dipping the polish stick in and using angry but precise jabs at the nail to go over it with another coat. He had admit even though he was sure he looked the part of a fag right now, he was actually having a little fun. Sh rubbed her hand over her face and he grinned. Yep, trashed.

Then she started talking about man beaters and pulled back a little to raise an eyebrow and frown in confusion. I would sure hope not. I really don't want to get beat up tonight. Don't want to tear up my rep so early, ya know. He smirked a little. Then she said something that made him put the polish stick back in the tube and twist it shut. He tilted his head slightly and leaned back in the chair, looking skeptical.

Face sucking? Are you serious? I don't think I've heard that wording in forever. Probably since grade school. He hoped he was doing a good job of trying to take her off topic. Besides she was drunk, so it just might work. In reality, he didn't want to be talking about getting physical in any way or form, not tonight. He didn't want to be the guy telling her tomorrow morning when she wakes up with a nasty hangover and no clothes on that she wanted to get physical and they ended up having sex.

Because to tell the truth, he was already starting to sober up, so it's not like he'd have an excuse. His best bet was to keep her at arm's distance and makes sure she gets home okay. He'd be the caring trustworthy drinking buddy tonight. He could handle that. He didn't want to be the drinking buddy that takes advantage of you once you're trashed. Maybe in the past he wouldn't have cared, but here with her, he did.

Chase

She laughed lightly and looked down at her fingernail,

"Poor baby"

she cooed holding her hand to her chest. she glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes held confusion as he spoke, but more than anything it was the looks his face held that confused her. They weren't matching his words and to be frank it kinda pissed her off. She looked down for a moment taking a breath running her hands over her face again,

"I think I want some water"

she said standing up fixing the shirt she was wearing that rode up a bit. She walked slowly and carefully to the counter and just like that her mind was on other things and she found it hilarious. She sat down at the counter and asked for a bottle of water. She swung her legs as she waited and spun around stopping suddenly taking her water making her way back to the table after paying the dollar 50. She said and opened taking the long drink looking to him making a face,

"I do believe the last time I sucked face was in fact in middle school. I graduated to simply kissing"

she said resting her head on her hands as she spun the bottle of water around on the table,

"I loved middle school, it was pretty fun. But people always used to say I looked like I should of been in elementary school. I was a late bloomer. I didn't care though, I could still do all the fun sporty shit and not have to worry about getting slapped with my own boobs."

she said with a laugh. She opened her water pouring a small amount into the cap drinking it.

Derek Carter

Derek noticed a few different emotions cross Chase's face. She seemed a little pissed actually and he wondered if it was because she had seen through his little charade. Then she said she wanted some water and got up before he could ask to help her. After all, she sure as hell wasn't going to be walking straight. She pulled down her shirt some and wandered over to the bar, asking for a bottle of water. He was glad she was going to try sobering up. Mayb she wouldn't bring up the sucking face thing again then.

She spun around on the stool and he chuckled a little. Still cute. She left the bartender what looked like a larger bill than the bottle called for and he frowned, wondering if he should say something. But too soon she was back at the table and he figured later he could just slip some money into her purse when she wasn't looking. He didn't want her broke because of a drunk night with him. Not a very good association. She made a face and began to talk. He leaned back in his chair listening.

Wow, it had been that long for her? Derek kept his face smooth. He hadn't expected that one. She was just so damn hot! Maybe she'd gotten plastic surgery recently? He slapped himself mentally for that one. No, she looked pretty natural to him and he didn't want to see her in that light. He nodded at all the right spots and smiled a little at the last part about getting slapped with her own boobs. She started drinking from the cap and he tilted his head, confused. What's wrong with drinking out of the bottle?

Chase

"I did take a drink from the bottle but Derek dear I decided that was boring. Soooooo, I'm doing water shots. Would you care for one?"

she said looking at him with a smile as she poured another cap full. She looked to the melon with a surprised look then laughed wrinkling her nose,

"Isn't there like some kind of melon that smells or taste. Something like that. Like pine? Like a pine tree. I could of swore one time I ate a piece of melon and it tasted like Christmas"

she said using her fork taking some out eating it. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to do first. She looked to the strawberries and thought about mixing some chopped up ones in her water with sugar, it sounded good.