"I would hate to have that happen to me as well." He nodded towards the empty cup. "I assume that cup was favorable since you did drink it all in almost one gulp. I'll get you something else." He raised his hand and whispered for two shots of tequila. "Anyway, I'm surprised you can handle your liquor; most people I meet always seem topple over after two drinks. Then again, it was only burban." He shrugged, catching the two shots sent from down the bar. He slid it softly to Rqacheal and raised his cup. "Cheers?"
(Rqacheal. Picasso I like it.)
"I'm sure you would." She rolled her eyes as she let out a soft sigh. She was sure that he was off somewhere else and didn't notice that he was actually right near the two of them.
She needed to stop thinking about him though, that's why she was even bothering to drink in the first place. She watched as he leaned over to the bartender and whispered something and watched as he brought over more glasses.
I'm gonna regret this aren't i?
"Yes well let's just say I have some family history with alcohol."
She picked up the shot glass, without a further word she downed it.
Not bothering to say cheer.
"I feel hurt." He gasped putting a hand to his chest. "How could deny my cheers like that." He downed the shot as well, slamming it down on the counter. He shook his head from the taste of the drink. "I assume you don't want a therapy session with your family, so let's not talk about that right now." David started feeling a little tipsy himself as he moved closer to Racheal. "So, aside from being forced to enjoy are you liking the party so far. I mean you're talking to me and I automatically make things better." He didn't have an ego, he just liked to make jokes. However, sometimes it's better to keep his mouth shut.
She noticed as he moved closer to her, she decided not to pay any mind to it. she kept a hand on her drink, deciding to keep it in her lap so no one could do anything to it without her noticing.
you never knew what some people would do if you left your drink alone at a party.
even a party full of young adults, might as well just be safe.
"well im used to denying people cheers so its pretty easy," she spoke, maybe half-joking when she spoke.
"well, I guess its better then just sitting down and mopping the whole time. Its also better than having to walk all the way home. I'll give you that much." she spoke, not an inch of a smile on her face as she spoke.
He nodded. David was a little intoxicated and forgot how scary this woman was. He lifted her chin with a frown. "Come on, Rachel, where's the smile I saw earlier?" David tucked a strand behind her ear. They were close, too close. David is usually a respectful guy, but he's not in his right mind. Honestly, he never wanted to be. That was his whole reason for coming here. "Hey, um." His eyes flickered down to her lips. God, he wanted to kiss her more than anything. "I know we just met, but can I kiss you?"
She grabbed his hand as she touched him, moving it away from her face with a soft sigh. Well, at least that's what she wanted to do, what she did was more like she just shoved his hand off of her, with not as much force as she was wanting.
When he tucked a strand behind her ear, she realized how close they were and moved to lean away from him.
Clearly he had gotten intoxicated, though she couldn't imagine he was super intoxicated with as much as they had been drinking.
She rubbed her face as she listened to his request, having seen his eyes drift down to her lips.
She usually would have said no right away, but this time she actually thought about it.
Maybe she was more drunk then she had realized, or maybe she just wanted to do it to spite Luca and his stupid girl kissing every time they came to a party.
She downed the rest of the drink in her lap and slammed it onto the counter.
She moved forward towards him, the strand he had just tucked behind her ear fell infront of her face.
She moved to kiss David on the lips, not knowing Luca was behind them.
Luca was drunk. Very drunk. He drank to the point where he let jealousy for a person he didn't even like romantically get in the way of his judgment. Luca should've let it slide and let them make out as a good friend. After all, that was the point of being here. However, his mind felt slush, and his eyes were blurry, so he had absolutely no idea who he was about to talk to. He laughed, "What's going on here?" He asked. His words were slurring, and as he hung his arm over Rachel's shoulder, caused the kiss to break and David to leap back slightly in his chair. "Say I've never seen you before…a girl I've yet to kiss." If Rachel accused him of acting, he could easily say no. "How about you and I go someplace quieter? Cool, let's go." He didn't give time for Rachel to respond as she started to pull her toward an empty bedroom.
She groaned as she heard Luca say something from behind her.
there's my idiot best friend… She let out a soft sigh, watching as David moved back away from the kiss.
She didn't even bother to move his arm away from her shoulder as he spoke. She was gonna have to use it to walk him out of the party anyway so why bother remove it.
oh he did not just say he's never met me before.
"Luca, se-" before she could finish that statement she had already been dragged by her friend to go somewhere else.
Maybe she was more out of sorts then she thought, because she stumbled a good bit as she was dragged.
She managed to pull away from him while they were in the bedroom.
"Luca stop- what the heck?"
"What? What did I do? I saw a pretty girl, and that pretty girl was you. So, I couldn't let that guy be the only one who kisses you. His hand started on her shoulder before trailing up to her jaw. "I can't believe I never notice how gorgeous you look. You have the personality and the brains; you also got the looks." Luca moved closer to Rachel, tilting her head to look at him." Luca was painfully drunk. Even though it sounded like he was talking to Rachel, he wasn't. He had plenty of friends that were girls that he occasionally made out with. However, there was one other girl like Rachel, and her name was Sarah. That's who he believed he was talking to.
(Heyyyyy yeah sorry I was gone. I was just stumped on what to write)
(its okay! also if you ever get stumped just let me know. i can help you brainstorm! :)
she jerked away from him, not looking very happy. though she wouldn't be as strong under the slight influence the alcohol had her under.
"I cant believe your this drunk." she wanted to be mad at him, and she was. He was just being really distracting. She stared him down, not quite glaring at him. she moved to grab his hand when he moved her chin more towards him, and she twisted his wrist.
she moved away from him as he approached her.
(Cool, thx!)
He yelped in pain, holding his wrist. "Honestly, what is your problem?" Luca stumbled back, falling onto the bed. He ran his fingers through his white hair, the sweat from dancing and drinking getting to him. The room felt hot to be in, which was enough for him to take off his shirt. He pulled it off, throwing it on the floor. Luca then pulled off his shoes and socks and unbuckled his pants. However, he was having trouble seeing, so he got frustrated and left them on. "It's way too hot for this." he hissed. "Honestly, what is your deal? I mean, I walk up to you, pull you away from that douche bag, and this is the thanks I get?" He tried to lean back on his hand, but his wrist was still in pain. He held it against, making a slight grunt noise.
"What's my problem? What's your problem! Your the one being the douche!"
She yelled at him, before rubbing her forehead. The yelling had made her head hurt as her body processed the alcohol.
She rubbed her face with both hands before looking over at him, her eyes widening.
"Why are you taking off all your clothes you idiot! We still have to leave this place! I'm not staying here!"
She huffed at him, trying to refrain from yelling. She was honestly glad he wasn't able to get his pants off, she didn't need to see that.
"Keep your pants on for gosh sakes."
She made her way over to him, grabbing his other wrist to pull him off of the couch.
"We are leaving."
“The record, that guy is a bigger player than me, saying something.” he leaned back, “Hey…wait, I think I'm going to…” Luca tried to pull away from Rachel, but he puked all over her dress. “Oh, I am so sorry…” he breathed out. “It was a beautiful dress, although I’m kinda only seeing like blobs of green right now.” Luca felt another one coming, so he rushed to the bathroom to then puke in the toilet. He wiped his mouth only to start again. “Oh this sucks…” he could barely see and his head hurt. He felt like he was about to pass out. “I'm sorry about the dress!” he yelled.
"And how would you know hm? Your drunk out of your mind. I would like to hear more about it when your not high."
She spoke, wondering if it was true. It's not like she had plans to Date him in the first place.
It was just one kiss to spite Luca.
She was confused when he tried to push away from her before she saw him vomit onto her dress.
She exhaled,
don't smack him over the head, don't strangle him, don't smack him into tomorrow.
She moved to back up from him, disgusted by the vommitt. She moved to take off her dress. Luckily she had packed a pair of leggings in her bag when she came here so she got those out, and slipped them on. She slipped her jacket on over her black exercise bra.
All things considered it was an outfit, and ti was much better then a puke covered dress.
Which she would probably throw away.
She sighed, tossing jt in a trash can.
at least he apologzied.
She moved to check on him in the bathroom,
"it's fine, it's just a dress. Are you okay?'
She moved to get his hair out of his face, making sure he didn't have vomit hair.
"No, not really." He hurled again, holding his stomach. "I did not want you to see me like this. I mean, you're just so pretty and…" His words were still slurring, so he wasn't as sober as one would hope. "oh, you're such an angel, Sarah." The last of his vomits came up from his mouth. Luca spits the rest out and weakly stands up to the sink so he can go wash his mouth out. His legs were shaking, and he was sweating more than before. Luca was more than a drunk mess. He was a drunken and ugly mess. Once his mouth didn't taste as bad as before, he put some water on his face, trying to wake himself from his drunken state.
She sighed,
I swear, he owes me for this
She moved to help him walk over to the bed noticing how badly his legs were shaking.
She noticed how be had called her another name, and figured he was talking about one of his many other girls.
Of course he hadn't realized it was her.
Well she could just tell him tomorrow anyway.
"Yeah yeah, you owe me for this." She muttered, moving to help him into the bed. She wasn't planning on getting in though.
After getting under the sheets, he pulled the blanket down halfway because he was hot. Luca held Rachel's wrist before she let go of him completely. "Stay. Lay down with me." He looked up at Rachel with pleading eyes. He was a baby sometimes when he was drunk and, other times, a possessive person. Right now, he was both. He didn't want Rachel to go back out there with that one guy she kissed. Besides, who was he to make her smile like that. Luca also wanted to hold something while he slept, and Rachel was the next best option. "Please?" He asked again. Luca wasn't planning on letting go if she said know. Even in his state, he was still pretty strong. Strong enough to hold onto her.
"Oh my gosh you have got to be kidding me.."
She rubbed her face with her other hand. She stared at him for a good five minutes before sighing, exasperated.
"Fine. Fine. If you want me to lay next to you so badly I will. You better go right to sleep though, I don't care what you say."
She moved to get onto the bed next to him, having gotten his wrist off of her as she got onto the bed and laid next to him.
The bed did feel nice…she was sort of tired.
She wouldn't allow herself to fall asleep here though.
