For the Love of Jackass

For the Love of Jackass
Chapter 2

So, next chapter. I think this all for tonight. If you really like this, wait until tomorrow. I'll be on, I promise. :)

Everyone in the bar, who had been eavesdropping intently, let out a roar of laughter. Even Steve-o joined in, intent on enjoying himself, even if he did lose. Everyone finally took seats at the bar, and drinks were served.
The group settled into seats at the bar, and Terry tapped his watch. The competitors each took another shot. Steve-o was now used to the taste, and he gulped it down with a straight face… Savvy didn't look worse for wear either, so the partying went on. After 30 minutes, they had each taken 6 shots, and Steve-o was feeling a little woozy. This bourbon was delicious; the way it slid down his throat smoothly was divine.
Savvy didn't feel too bad either. She was to the stage in her drinking that she was calm and mellow. Pontius, following along with their shots with some weaker alcohol, was feeling good too.
"Savvy…" he said slowly, turning to her. "I like that. Savvy... it just slips off the tongue. Is it your full name?" He smiled handsomely, and Savvy, even in her tipsy state, felt her heart flutter.
"Oh, no… it's my nickname. My full name is Savannah. Like the desert." She giggled, and Pontius's eyes lit up.
"Well, I'm Pontius. Well, you can call me Chris, all my friends just call me Pontius. But it's Chris to you. 'Cause you're special." Savvy giggled, thinking in the back of her mind that they were acting like teenagers.
Gina sighed with a smile and took the last long swig from her martini.
“Next one’s on me,” a soft voice spoke from behind Gina. A familiar arm slid a twenty dollar bill across the bar top to Terry.
Gina looked over into a hauntingly dark pair of brown eyes. They instantly twinkled with laughter and crinkled sweetly around the corners as the owner laughed loudly. “Steve-O, you look like Hell!”
Gina looked over at Steve-O, who looked like he was contemplating where the floor ended and the bar began. She laughed.
“Your girl there is one hell of a drinker, I must say!”
“Oh, hell yeah, Savvy knows how to hold her liquor,” Gina smiled, toasting Savvy with her fresh martini.
“They’re over there sucking on hard liquor and you’re over here daintily sipping a little martini,” Knoxville mused, resting his cheek on his hand and peering at Gina with the cute smile of a mischievous little boy. Gina smiled, trying not to blush.
“I am not much of a drinker, really,” Gina said, not looking at Knoxville. Man, she didn’t want to seem lame in front of him. She took a deep breath and then downed the entire martini in one gulp. She swallowed it with a painful grimace and then tried to smile over at Knoxville, tears welling in her blue eyes.
“Are you okay? I don’t think you should have done that,” Knoxville said, putting his hand on Gina’s shaking shoulder.
She started coughing when she tried to answer him and he moved closer to her, his arm across her shoulders now.
“Cough it out, you’re okay,” Knoxville mumbled in a soothing voice.
Gina managed a deep breath in which she choked out, “I’m fine. Just haven’t done that in a while… and by a while, I mean… ever.”
“And you call me a pussy… what was that shit?” Kyle laughed, pointing at Gina.
“Shut-up!” Gina replied, feeling her face heat up. Now she must really look stupid.
Knoxville laughed. “It’s alright.”
Gina felt dizzy from her coughing and spluttering and leaned into Knoxville’s warm shoulder. Knoxville pulled her close, rubbing her shoulders and back reassuringly. “Are they almost done?” Gina managed, nodding toward Savvy and Steve-O. “I wanna see Savvy kick Steve-O’s ass.”
“Oh! Is that so?” Knoxville smiled.
“Yeah, Savvy will so kick his ass.”
“Let’s see about this,” Knoxville looked over at the two in the last stretch of their 100 proof race. He leaned down to whisper in Gina’s ear. “Don’t tell Steve-O, but I’m rooting for Savvy, too.”
Gina smiled. “I won’t tell a soul.”
It was down to the last shot. Steve-o was blinking and holding his head crookedly, while Savvy was staring at the shiny wood on the bar counter.
"Look at it, it's winking at me!" She exclaimed to Chris. They were sitting side by side on two barstools pushed close together, their arms around each other's shoulders. They were swaying to silent music, Chris's chest rubbing the curve of Savvy's breast. She hardly noticed, though, in her preoccupation with anything and everything shiny.
Terry got each of them to take their last shot, and then it was the moment of truth. "Steve-o, Savvy, could you please stand?"
Savvy, although drunk off her rocker, stood. She knew what she had to do. Although the ground seemed vertical, Savvy closed her eyes and concentrated on staying upright. Across the bar, Steve-o took one step off the barstool, and fell to the floor. Everyone cheered, even the three tired-looking truck drivers, for Savvy, their reigning champion. The sudden loud noise disoriented her, and she lost her balance. Expecting a hard surface and pain, Savvy was relieved when she felt a warm body beneath her back.
"I gotcha, love," She heard Chris's slurring voice, and she leaned up as far as possible and kissed his cheek.
"You smell nice," was all Savvy could say before she passed out.
A cold gust of autumn air blew in from the open door which housed Heather and Wee-man, who were giggling uncontrollably. Heather stepped in, dancing to an invisible song as her companion walked past her to the bar.
“Hey Heather, what are you listening to?” Gina giggled, knowing that there indeed was no music on and Heather didn’t have her mp3 player with her.
Finally looking up she said, “Gold-digger, it’s the shit, bitch.”
She finished up with a small jerky movement of the shoulders before cackling at herself and walking over, looking toward the floor knowing that Steve-O would be there. To her surprise though, Pontius was holding a passed-out Savvy.
“Who went down first?” she inquired.
“As if you really have to ask… Steve-O did,” Gina announced.
“You’re right, as if I actually had to ask. I guess we should load everybody up and get outta your hair then, Terry… but first, pour me two shots of spiced rum please,” Heather said, pausing longer than normal between her words and walking slowly up to the bar. Upon reaching it, she downed the shots one after the other, slamming the glasses on the bar top then placing the money next to them. She grimaced hard as her whole body went into a small tremor.
“Ugh… horrible stuff. Anyway, Terry is your wheelbarrow still outside? I gotta get him outta here,” she said while nudging Steve-O with her foot.
Terry nodded and tilted his head to the side of the bar. Heather nodded back and headed out side.
“What’s she planning on doing with the wheelbarrow?” Johnny asked.
“I guess she’s gonna put Steve-O in it and dump him in the limo… she has a knack of over-complicating things like that. Pontius, I take it you can handle getting Savvy out there on your own?” Gina asked looking over to Pontius who nodded then picked up her good friend bridal style out of the bar.
As he walked out he held the door open so Heather could get in with the wheelbarrow, which she set down next to the passed out Steve-O.
“Johnny, Dunn, could you please put him in here so I can roll him out?” she inquired without taking her eyes off of him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he was breathing.
Both boys nodded and, Johnny taking his arms and Dunn taking his legs, placed him into the wheelbarrow to be carted out, Heather pushing him out, Gina and Knoxville exiting side by side, with the rest of the company taking up the rear. The two unconscious bodies were carefully hoisted into the limo, and everyone climbed in.
“Wow, I can’t believe Nana passed out,” Courtney mused, “she can usually take all of that standing!”
Gina nodded, smiling. She didn’t respond however, because she was a little distracted. After sitting down and getting comfortable, Johnny had secretly slid his hand into Gina’s, sweetly lacing their fingers together. He had given her an anxious sideways glance, but when she smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze, he smiled back and leaned closer to her.
“This was fun, guys,” Preston laughed.
“Yeah, total fun!” Wee-Man stated, and then started giggling uncontrollably. “I think I need some air.”
He rolled down a window in the limo. There was a car next to the limo filled with girls who apparently recognized the Jackass guys. They started cheering and yelling the names of the guys, asking where they were going and if they were interested in having a good time. The guys waved, enjoying the attention from the pretty girls. Watching closely, Heather noticed that the guy’s eyes gave away how tiring it must be to be recognized around every corner. While they smiled and laughed at the girls’ excitement, their faces seemed slightly annoyed. Johnny raised his hand to wave, forgetting that it was clasping Gina’s. Gina gasped and jerked her hand away in embarrassment, blushing feverishly. She dropped her hands into her lap and looked at the floor, tapping her foot nervously. Johnny looked slightly troubled, reaching over as if to rub Gina’s shoulder, but his hand fell short. The girls in the other car started to raise their shirts, but Courtney leaned over Wee-Man and rolled up the tinted window.
“Aww, come on, it was just getting good,” Preston protested, followed by laughs from the guys.
Courtney rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Steve-O woke up suddenly and yelled, “No, Mom! Not that one!” and then slipped right back into unconsciousness, his head landing in Heather’s lap. Heather looked down at him and ran her fingers through his short hair, letting his head stay in her lap.
The limo pulled into the parking lot of the girl’s business complex. Everyone piled out of the car, Savvy supported between Pontius and Courtney. They carried her over to Savvy’s car and helped her into the backseat. Heather made to get out of the limo, moving to slip out from under Steve-O’s head. Steve-O opened his eyes, looking up at Heather.
“You are beautiful,” Steve-O moaned.
“What?” Heather asked.
“You heard me,” Steve-O mumbled. “Beautiful, you are.”
Heather laughed, giggling like crazy. Steve-O cupped her chin in his hand before blacking out again. Heather shook her head and slid out from under him, becoming the last of the girls out of the car. She walked quietly, in a daze of what happened, to Savvy’s car and climbed in. Courtney was driving, with Kyle in the front passenger seat. Savvy’s head was leaning limply against the window next to her in the back seat. Savvy shifted and her head rested on Heather’s shoulder.
“Savvy?”
Savvy grumbled incoherently.
Heather sighed with a smile.
“Gina, come on!” Courtney called out.
Gina was walking toward Savvy’s car, waving good-bye to the guys. Knoxville leaped out of the limo, racing to Gina’s side. He grabbed her arm, and smiled as she turned to face him.
“I had a good time tonight,” he grinned, staring into Gina’s bright blue eyes.
Gina smiled, feeling her face flush and hoping to God it wasn’t bright enough to show. Knoxville chuckled, looking down at the ground, still holding Gina’s arm.
“It’ll be a while before the show starts… hell, at least a month or two… maybe I can call you sometime between now and then?” he smiled sheepishly.
Gina was speechless.
“I’m sorry… that was…. I’m sorry, I was being too pushy. Sorry, forget it,” Knoxville stammered, letting go of Gina’s arm and running his hand through his short dark hair.
Gina took Knoxville’s hand in hers, making a spilt second decision. Not her usual approach, but up until then her usual approach hadn’t gotten her anywhere. “Sure, Johnny. You can call me, that would be great.”
Knoxville smiled. “Great.”
Gina fished in her purse for a piece of paper and a pen. She found a pen, but nothing to write on.
“Here, just… just jot it on my hand,” Knoxville said, offering his hand.
Gina shrugged and carefully wrote her phone number on the back of Johnny’s hand.
“Thanks,” Knoxville smiled. “So, I’ll call you later.”
“I look forward to it,” Gina smiled.
“Great, great,” Knoxville replied.
“Gina! Come on!” Courtney cried out, honking the car horn.
“I gotta go,” Gina laughed, pointing over her shoulder at Savvy’s car, realizing that Johnny’s hand was still clasped in hers.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Knoxville said, slowly taking his hand away. “Talk to ya later.”
“Bye,” Gina smiled, walking backwards toward the car.
Johnny likewise walked backwards toward the limo, waving at Gina. Gina laughed and then turned around to walk to the car, a happy spring in her step.
“What was that about?” Heather asked Gina suspiciously when she finally climbed into the back seat of the car.
“Nothing,” Gina smiled.
“Yeah, nothing my foot,” Courtney grumbled.
Gina just smiled and shrugged, not looking anyone in the eye.
“You’ve got it so fucking bad,” Heather laughed heartily.
“God, you’re such a hoe!” Kyle chimed in.
“Shut-up!” Gina grumbled.
Four hours later found Savvy coming to on her bed. She put her hand to her head, feeling the buzz still hanging around.
"I need a pick-me-up..." She hauled herself up, grabbing her coat, slipping on her shoes, and stumbling out to the parking lot in front of her apartment building. She reached into the pocket of her coat, feeling for her keys. Although her keys were absent, she still found her cell phone, which held a little slip of paper. Smiling wryly, she unfolded it, reading the message.
'For a good time, call 814-555-9374. Love, Chris'
Savvy smiled wider. It was time to test Pontius' mettle. Whipping out her cell, Savvy dialed the number on the paper. The phone rang twice, and a groggy voice answered.
"Hi." Savvy said, trying to make her voice sound seductive.
Even on the phone, she could hear him smiling when he answered her back.
"Hey baby. You lookin' for a good time already?" Savvy giggled.
"Well, I was thinking I needed a pick-me-up, but I'm a little buzzed from earlier. You still got that limo?"
In half an hour, the limo was pulling up, and Pontius was smiling at her from the sunroof. Savvy climbed into the passenger compartment of the car, stretching out onto the leather seats, Chris came down from the sunroof, sidling up to her.
"Did you have anything in mind to do tonight?" Savvy licked her lips before answering.
"I was thinking... you."
Pontius called out to the driver to just drive them around, the he closed the window to the cabin of the car. They stared at each other in silence before Savvy pulled him in for a deep kiss. It was soon a frenzy of discarded clothes and grinding skin. Pontius thrust hard and fast, and Savvy was a mess of moaning and undulating. They moved together, faster and faster, the back of the limo bouncing with the force of each of their thrusts. Savvy, wrapping her arms around Pontius' neck, pulled him in close, their bodies still moving in the age old rhythm. She pushed her lips to his, and they kissed deeply. Savvy's back arched, and she moaned in pleasure as she came. Pontius thrust two more times, then he gasped and buried his face in Savvy's breasts. They stayed interlocked for a few minutes, just breathing and feeling the movements of the car.
Savvy pulled her hand up, running it through Pontius' surprisingly soft hair. He turned his head up to her, blinking with fatigue.
"Hello, my name is Savvy, and I just fucked your brains out. I hope you don't think that was too forward of me." Savvy said, finally feeling self-conscious. Pontius giggled , kissing her collarbone.
"Hello, my name is Chris, and I just had my brains fucked out. I hope it'll happen again, many, many times."