May you live in 'Interesting Times'

My breath catches sharply when we reach the door, and I pause with one hand braced on either side of the door, I'm suddenly quite paranoid and worried, Paul notices my reaction and rubs my back lightly for a second before moving me out of the way, and opening the door and walking in, holding my hand and leading me. At our walking in, David looks up from the couch and Dwayne sets down the book he had borrowed, Dwayne takes one look at us and snickers, David just shakes his head.

"Well, I guess that would explain why Marko locked himself in the bathroom a bit ago..." Dwayne laughs a bit more at his statement.

"Did you not tell her what the bond does?!" David snarls at Paul and stands up to walk over to him.

"Yes, he did!" I snap at David. "And I am no one's Pet or Plaything! Hell, Marko doesn't even want the bond!" I snarl

"He said he did, about a few moments before he locked himself in you're bathroom!" David yells back at me.

"He never told me, and he sure as hell never felt it! Besides, I will not be bound to only one person for the rest of my potentially rather long life! that's just stupid!" I snap back, David looks taken aback.

"This is all stuff that probably should have been talked over before anyone decided anything..." Dwayne adds. "And before anyone did anything... Careless..." He glances at Paul in a disapproving way.

"Quit trying to talk around me, damnit!" I curse at them, David looks annoyed at me, Dwayne just leans back in the chair and shrugs. "Now, I'll talk to Marko in a second... But what did you come up with, David?" I calm myself enough to ask politely.

"Nothing to complex, just this." David picks up the bottle that once held Rum, it's now half filled with a syrupy dark red liquid, I fight not to lunge forward and grab it from him, Paul reaches out and touches my arm and I jerk my gaze away from the bottle and to his hand, my breath coming in small short gasps.

"David, don't..." Paul murmurs to him. "She's worse off than I was..." His tone is soft and concerned. I bring my hands up and run my fingers through my hair, working to get a grip on myself.

"You guys... Play nice and talk this over... I'm gonna go see if Marko will talk to me..." I whisper, my voice rough.

I walk through the living room, ignoring their hushed whispers as I walk over to the door to my bathroom, I pause to gather myself before lightly knocking on the door.

"Hey..." My voice is still rough.

"It's unlocked..." Is his quiet reply, I sigh and open the door and slip in, closing it behind me, Marko is leaning against the counter in front of the sink, arms crossed over his chest, he looks so sad and lost I can't help but whimper, I kneel down at his feet and look up at him.

"I'm sorry..." My voice breaks and I look down at the floor.

"Don't..." He sighs. "Don't worry about it... I overheard enough of what you said... And I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was just afraid YOU wouldn't want the bond..." He sighs again and runs his finger through his hair.

"Oh... Marko..." I sigh. "I wouldn't mind it... but I'm not the kind of girl to tie herself to one person... I can't, I try and it drives me up the wall and I eventually force the people I love away from me because I'm spiteful that I can't play... do you understand?" My tone is soft and curious, he nods with a small smile.

"Actually, yes... I do." He looks at me and smirks. "You sound like a girl version of Paul... he echoes those kinds of things often." I blink up at him.

"He does?"

"Mmm-Hmm, and he and I have talked that kind of thing over a lot... so it makes since." I look at him hopefully.

"So, then you understand how I could do what I did tonight, and still like you?" My tone is as hopeful as I look.

"I don't quite like it... but I do understand it..."

"So... Are you ok? ...Are we ok? ...whatever 'we' there was, anyway." He nods briefly, I tilt my head to the side curiously. "Because, if you aren't Ok, we need to fix that, and if we aren't ok, we need to fix that too..." I look concerned.

"We will be fine, which is good because before the incident that made me lock myself in here, you're computer chimed at you, it was Gwynn sending you a picture of you and her and someone else, and she was telling you she would be here around 2pm tomorrow and to pick her up at the airport... And don't worry, I was the only one that read it before the screen saver kicked back on." I blush at his words, knowing the picture he's talking about, she had said she was going to send it.

"Aah, so you definitely knew..." Marko nods. "So... why this?" I motion to the room around us, he looks embarrassed.

"Aah, that... I know Paul told you... I kind of overheard most of it... And, heh... Well, I felt a lot of it and heard you... and sadly, a cold shower is out of the question for me, so the second I realized what was happening, I locked myself in here to avoid any bad jokes or teasing from David and Dwayne..." I blush hard at his confession.

"You..." My voice squeaks. "Heard me? and.. oh, boy..." If possible, I blush harder, and feel slightly dizzy.

"Mmm-Hmm." He smirks at me. "Now, can I see what you got yourself into? I know there was a lot if scratching and biting in there..."

"Oh, god..." I hide my face in my hands briefly before moving them to look at him. "Sure..." I carefully pull my hair aside and show him the new bite mark, he scowls at it and carefully touches near it.

"You are still bleeding a little... you shouldn't be bleeding anymore..." He looks concerned, I shrug.

"I did have 3-4 drinks waiting for sundown... would that effect it?"

"It might... but it shouldn't..." He pauses in thought for a moment. "Mind if I...?" He points to the bites, I blink in momentary confusion before it occurs to me.

"Oh... Mmm-Hmm, just be careful, I don't know If I should be loosing much more blood..."

He nods and sighs softly as I move my hair out of the way and tilt my head to the side, he leans lightly forward and wraps his arms around me before softly licking the bites, I shiver at the feel and groan quietly, he nibbles at the bites a little before licking them a few more times, when he nibbles them my knees nearly give out and for a moment his arms wrapped around me is the only thing keeping me standing. He pulls back with a small smile, a smudge of blood on his lips, I gasp and jerk back, hitting the door behind me hard, he licks his lips and looks concerned at my reaction.

"What?"

"Sorry... It was the blood..." I rasp out, looking a the floor.

"Do you want some?" He asks temptingly, I sigh wistfully.

"Please don't offer me that... I might cry right now if you don't mean it... especially after David showed that bottle to me..." My voice is weak and thready.

"It's not a joking offer, I'm serious..." He sounds it, I jerk my gaze up to him sharply.

"You sure?" I ask hopefully, he nods.

I watch him as he lowers himself to the floor to sit with his back against the edge of my bathtub, he motions me over to him and I crawl over to sit in front of him tentatively, he pulls me back so I am leaning against him, my back to his chest and brings his hands out in front of me, using the claw like nails of one hand to cut a small slash on his other wrist, I watch in fascination for a heartbeat as his blood slowly drips over his wrist before I can't resist anymore and I grab his wrist and bring it to my mouth, Purring intently as I lap at the small wound, eagerly drinking his blood, radiating contentment when he lightly brushes his hands through my hair. After a few long heartbeats of this he tries to pull his wrist away from me, but I won't let go, so he digs his hands into my hair and pulls that way, I yelp in pain and he is able to get his wrist away from me. He holds me close for a few moments, that arm out of sight behind my back, I growl a moment as he holds tight to my hair and I slowly come back to myself, I relax into his grip and he lets my hair go slowly to wrap his arms around me. After a long moment I find my voice.

"You taste better..." I whisper as I curl back against him. "More.... Right... And sweet... Why is that?" He leans down and kisses my shoulder softly, I feel content and slightly fuzzy.

"Likely because of the bond... Those kinds of things work oddly..." He lightly runs his fingers through my hair and I turn to face him.

"You taste like candy... Maybe faintly of roses... Sinfully sweet and coppery..." I lean forward and kiss him for a long moment, after a second he returns the kiss happily, crawling up to rest my knees on the floor on either side of his hips and pressing myself against him, after a prolonged moment I pull back. "You are each very different, different looks, feel, different in how and why I like you..." I sigh deeply, Marko looks at me curiously as he lightly caresses my back.

"Different... And I wonder... What will the others taste like to you? Will you need to know?" His question is both exactly as spoken, and yet I feel that there is an underlying inquiry. 'He thinks I might find one of the others more interesting...' I sigh and look into his eyes, for one of the few times in my life, I stop hiding my emotions and feelings.

"Before I even knew you, I was fascinated by you, and I always will be... Nothing will or can change that...Yes, I'm careless, overly playful, and curious, but it is part of who I am, Yes, I will wonder, I will need to know, I will need to know with a desperation that will tear me up inside and possibly cause me to do and say stupid things... However..." I caress his shoulder. "When I am fascinated by someone, When I decided to care for them, I always will... In spite of what I or even they do, none of it matters to me once I care for someone. Even if I give my feeling to others, I always come back to each one." I smirk softly. "What can I say? I have a lot of energy, and a lot of feelings to pass around." My chest tightens at my next words and I look away from him. "Hell, I even still care for my first partner, in spite of the hell he put me through for four years, and in spite of that same care driving me to move out of state... I Still fucking care..." A tear traces it's way down my cheek, Marko reaches up and brushes it away lightly before softly making me look back at him.

"That's good to hear, actually..." He leans up and kisses me lightly, I kiss him back and sigh softly, when he pulls back he looks reassured and content.

"Are we good?" I ask him softly.

"Definitely More than less..." He nods.

"Good..." I let the reassured happy feeling sink in for a moment, then I smirk at him, letting my thoughts turn to more fun ideas. "Now, about that cold shower you never got..." There is a questioning lilt to my tone as I squirm against him lightly, careful of my tenderness, but still accomplishing my goal. Marko traces his hands down my back to rest them lightly on my hips.

"What about it?" He gets a small devious smile. "I would think you were... content... after your games with Paul earlier..." He snickers very quietly. "Not to mention sore..." I smirk.

"That's what you get for thinking I'd be... Content... as you say, after only one go round." I smirk and grind against him, I bite my lower lip at the ache it causes. "Though you might be right about the soreness..." I pout.

"It's okay... There's always later, after all... I'll be fine." He kisses me lightly. I think for a moment and then snicker.

"Oh, no... I have my ideas, and I'm going to see that at least one of them happens..." I give him my best devious grin and push him lightly against the edge of the bathtub.

"That so?" He smirks at me, I nod knowingly.

"It is..." I then slowly press myself against him and capture his lips with mine in a searing kiss.

He sighs against my lips, running his hands up and down my back as we kiss, I pet his hair for several moments before trailing my hands down his chest, my breath catches at the feel of him under my hands, pressed so close against him. The thought of how close I am to him, of all the things I want to do and share with him, causes a warm feeling to pool in my chest and other lower areas, I smirk against his lips, softly nibbling his bottom lip and trailing kisses down, nibbling on his neck for a moment and fighting the sharp spike of desire to bite him. It's easy to fight when I think of what I want to do, and I continue on, glancing up at him as I nibble at the collar of his tank top for a long moment, my fingers finding the buttons on his jeans as I do, his breath catches and he glances down at me curiously, I smirk at him and unsnap the buttons. I briefly glance down and growl in annoyance at all the buttons, I pull at his shirt with my teeth and then go back to unsnapping the last button, I purr delightedly as I edge his pants open, Marko sighs softly as I caress my fingertips across him, and I smirk up at him, he looks tense so I lean up and kiss him roughly.

"Relax..." I whisper against his lips.

"Sorry..." His tone is meek.

I nibble his neck softly, trailing soft moist kisses across his collarbone, nipping his chest through his tank top as I slowly edge downward, lightly running my fingers along his aroused length as I do, playfully I edge up his tank top and lick lightly near his bellybutton, glancing up at him as I do, I am pleased to note that he is watching me lustfully, I smirk and dip my tongue into his bellybutton playfully, taking his length into my hand as I do, he gasps and I smirk before darting my tongue out to lap at the tip of his cock, he hisses and I sigh happily, licking along his length, tasting his salty sweet flavor before taking him into my mouth, purring in contentment as I do. Looking up at him, he still looks tense, but now it is because he is scratching lightly at the linoleum flooring, fighting not to grab me more likely than not, I pull pack and lick along his length, smirking up at him wickedly before once again taking his cock into my mouth, sucking lightly and swirling my tongue around the tip, purring as I do at his keening sound of pleasure, I reach up and grab his hands, threading his fingers into my hair before moving my hands back to his hips, I smirk around his length as he lightly digs his nails into my scalp, I then take a deep breath and quickly take his full length into my mouth, purring at the feeling of him in my mouth and deep in my throat, I hum in pleasure when he yelps at the suddenness of it and digs his nails sharply into my scalp, I let him hold me there tightly for a long moment, before I push back and fight for air, backing off of his length just enough to take another breath, before sliding back down, swirling my tongue along the underside of his cock as I do, he hisses and groans, moving one hand to my shoulder and digging his nails in sharply, my keen of pleasure is muffled by my current position and I am amused by it as I ease back and then deep throat him again, I trail one of my hands down and wrap my fingers lightly around his length as I pull back, caressing him firmly as I smirk at him, noting with pleasure his blissful but dark expression before returning my attention to his cock. 'This is my favorite thing... Oh, god how I missed this...' I moan softly around him at my thought and he snickers at me, I blink up at him wondering if he read that, I hum happily as I deep throat him again, he groans loudly and digs his nails into my shoulder, I lick along the underside of his cock as he holds me there and he hisses.

"Oh, god..!"

My shoulders shake lightly with repressed laughter, he growls and tugs my hair sharply, I moan softly and ever so slowly slide back along his length, swirling my tongue just-so as I lightly scrape my teeth across the top of his length, he tenses up and groans before thrusting his hips up toward me, I hum and take his thrust in stride, scraping my teeth along his length, he yelps at the mixed sensations and I dig my nails into his hip sharply, he hisses and tenses up, growling as he cums, I purr and swallow his salty sweet essence as quickly as I can manage. I ease back, letting his now mostly soft cock slip from my lips and I glance up at him, he is panting softly with his head tilted back, I smirk at his relaxed content state and lick firmly along his soft length, he jumps slightly and jerks his gaze down to me, I smirk up at him and do it again, he makes this noise somewhere between a squeak and a keen and tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me slightly away from his too sensitive cock. He quickly lets my hair loose and I smirk at him and lick my lips before leaning up to kiss him.

"Was that good?" I nuzzle his cheek lovingly and squirm against him.

"Mmm-Hmm... Definitely." He whispers against my neck. "Though..." He snickers. "Normally I last a bit longer..." I smile softly at his nervousness.

"Well, you aren't mystically bound to most others..." I blush before adding, "And most don't find that act as enjoyable as I do..." He grins at me.

"You do seem to at that..." He leans forward and nibbles my shoulder, trailing his fingertips down my side.

"Mmmmm...." I press myself against him.

"Heh, You smell really fuckin' good..." He nips my shoulder, I blush at his words.

"I small like milk and honey soap, blood, sex, smoke, and alcohol.. If you say so..." He pulls back and looks at me, lust darkening his eyes.

"You also smell like me... And very much of you, and just how much you enjoyed me..." He trails his right hand down and absently runs his fingertips over the zipper of my own jeans, I blush even more.

"Good to know it's that obvious..." He snickers quietly at me and looks amused.

"And while we are on the topic..." He casually starts buttoning his jeans. "We are in the same apartment as the others..." I think this over for a moment, realization hits and I blush so brightly it feels like my cheeks are on fire.

"Oh. My. God.... You mean, they heard us?!?" My tone is an embarrassed whisper, He nods.

"Even that." He grins, I smack him lightly. "I can't help it! You are cute as hell when you blush."

"Aargh!" I smack him lightly again. "I swear, if you were anyone else, saying that would get you hurt!" I attempt to glare at him but he gives me a cute look and I can't help but grin and shake my head.

"So... That's good to know I guess." He grins.

"Ugh... Lets, go listen to the music I guess... " I stagger to my feet and offer him a hand up, which he accepts.

Once he is on his feet, I press lightly against him and kiss him, he smirks and turns me to face the door, I scowl at him before squaring my shoulders and hesitating only briefly before opening the door and stepping out.

What I wasn't quite expecting was the amused catcalls the greeted us, as well as David's amused snicker, I shoot David a brief amused glare before walking over to lean against one of my bookshelves.

"Geez, I know it was obvious, but what are you guys, 15? Sheesh..." I shake my head in amusement and disbelief, David just smirks knowingly.

"Well, When you make a nearly theatric production out of it, what do you expect, girl?" Paul snickers at me, Dwayne laughs quietly at his friend's remark.

"I'll give you 'theatric production'." I snap at him in a mostly playful manner and flip him off.

"Is that an offer?"

"Screw you!"

"Well, if you want..." Paul smirks, I glare at him but grin slightly in spite of myself, Marko walks up and smacks Paul.

"Thank you Marko." I grin at him.

"Alright... Children... Back to the issue, what about the bond?" David sounds more amused than anything, Marko glances at me.

"Well... To be honest, I don't mind it... However, I am not comfortable with the unnatural pull it has... Not to say I'm not completely content with what it has had me do so far, because I am, I just don't like feeling forced to do something I would do anyway." Marko looks thoughtful at my response, David nods.

"Thought so... The idea I came up with should work for that then... It won't break the bond at all, but it will lessen it's power." David looks thoughtful. "From what I know It should basically just strengthen the pack bond you would otherwise have to us... I can't say for sure, because different people, different effects and all that, but It likely should... At the very least I know it will take at least a little pull from the bond." I nod thoughtfully at his words.

"Ok... What do we have to do?" I ask him seriously.

"Not much, no ritual or fancy silly things like that... Just blood, Ours mostly, a few drops of yours would help... We drink a little and you finish the rest." I nod and then look at him.

"Nothing else? No unexpected other surprises or annoyances? That sounds too basic..." He shrugs at me, Dwayne shoots him an annoyed glare.

"It is, he's being annoying because of your argument." David glares at Dwayne in annoyance. "When you wake up in the morning, IF you wake up before noon, more than likely you will feel worse than you did today." Paul nods at his friends words.

"Worse, how?" I am curious. "I have to be at the airport to pick up a friend at 2pm..." Paul shrugs.

"Maybe like a hangover, more likely just extremely light sensitive, if you go out without sunglasses and sunscreen you will get a headache and burn very easily... There is also the possibility you will feel weak or lightheaded." Paul shrugs. "It's hard to say, it's different for each of us..." I blink at him curiously 'Why was he the one to answer that?', but decide not to ask.

"Not to mention that salt thing..." Marko cringes.

"Salt thing?" Paul nods to me.

"Not sure why, but don't make it a habit to walk across salt without shoes, It will stick to the bottoms of your feet like crazy... And sometimes it can be mysteriously found in socks..." Paul sounds amused.

"That's... weird..." I shrug and look amused before sitting down in a chair. "Sounds acceptable to me, what next?"

"We get you to add a few drops of blood to the bottle, we each drink some and you finish the bottle..." David nods, than as an after thought. "And Marko and Paul get to babysit you for the night, as more than likely you will feel drunk or drugged." He looks amused and I snicker.

"Alright, sounds fair." I nod. "Were is the bottle and does anyone have a knife?"

David hands me the bottle, I take it and set it at my feet, looking up as I am handed a knife, It is a small switchblade, black with mother of pearl spirals, I flick it open carefully and admiring the craftsmanship.

"Be careful, It is very sharp." Dwayne's voice breaks me out of my study of the blade.

"I can tell, It is very beautiful..." Dwayne nods, and looks slightly amused and pleased.

I grab the bottle and rest it in my lap, pulling out the cork and resting it on my thigh before selecting a spot on my inner arm, I rest the edge of the blade in my chosen location lightly for a second, exhaling softly before dragging the blade across my arm, cutting only deep enough to get a decent amount, I then close the blade and set it on the coffee table to watch my blood drip into the bottle in fascination. I am shocked to see the wound stop bleeding moments before it should, and I watch, completely entranced as the cut heals nearly completely before my eyes, leaving only a faint pink line.

"Wow..." I whisper softly, still staring at my arm as I cork the bottle and hand it to David. "Will I always..?" My unspoken question trails off.

"Yes..." I glance at the voice and see Marko kneeling next to me.

"Wow..."

I look up and watch David as he lightly shakes the bottle very carefully, more like swirling the dark ruby contents before he uncorks the bottle, setting the cork on the table before taking a gulp of the contents, he gets a small smirk and a barely perceptible shiver runs down his back, he blinks at me, his smirk becoming more obvious as he passes the bottle to Dwayne, and I cant help but shiver and get the feeling that somehow my blood gave me some odd insight into my personality for him. I break my train of thought to watch Dwayne as he also takes a gulp from the bottle, he reacts like he just took a sip of Everclear, a small unheard gasp and then licks his lips thoughtfully as he passes the bottle off to Paul, who takes it with a grin, he nods to me before taking a long gulp and savoring it, looking positively sinful as he does, I'm so distracted by watching him that I do not see him hand the bottle to Marko, he blinks over at me and grins and I am distracted from him as Marko kneels in front of me.

"Hey..." I whisper to him happily.

"Mmm-Hmm." He raises the bottle to his lips and takes a gulp.

He closes his eyes and smirks slightly as he savors the flavor, I lean forward and run my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and purring as he sets the bottle on the floor, I can't help but lean forward and kiss the smudge of pink off his lips, Paul whistles and I hear Dwayne and David snicker, so I pull back and glare at them, snatching up the bottle as I do.

"Oh, cease that silliness..." I blush faintly.

"Then stop showing off!" Paul snickers, I flip him off again and he just laughs harder.

I cautiously lift the bottle to my lips and take a drink, not knowing what to expect, but definitely not quite expecting the flavor I get, sharp and strong, Like sugar coated copper pennies with notes of Roses and cinnamon, and it warms me in ways the even 151 proof alcohol can't touch, my eyes flutter closed at the flavors and sensations and I lean back in my chair to further enjoy them, raising the bottle to my lips to take a long gulp when the feeling starts to fade, I hear snickering and laughter and I crack open one eye to glare at the Boys.

"I think she likes it." Paul snickers as if at some personal joke, Dwayne looks amused and smacks him.

"Well, Until I was rudely interrupted..." I glare at him before closing my eye and taking a gulp from the bottle again, David laughs.

"I'm going to go find some 151... Anyone want me to grab anything else?" That was from David.

"See if there is Chartreuse..." Was that Dwayne?

"Hell if I care, just make it good!" That's Paul, I snicker and take another gulp from the bottle. "Marko, let's find tunes!" 'Oh, great... Good thing I don't have neighbors... Paul is picking the music...', I find myself amused at the thought, I don't even know him very well, but I am confidant in my assessment.

Marko laughs loudly and I blink at him, he grins at me before turning back to helping Paul with the CD player, I shrug and eye the contents of the bottle before taking another gulp, I note with pleasure that I still feel all warm and fuzzy, I giggle at some inner thought and try to stand, wavering slightly as I do and wandering into the kitchen.

"What are you doing, girl?"

"Chocolate..." I snicker. "Need chocolate." 'Blood and chocolate, the two most sinfully rapturous things next to really good sex...' I hear Marko cough to hide a snicker at my thoughts. "And stop listening to my thoughts, you!" 'Brat!'

"I am doing no such thing!" He sounds amused and pretending to be offended.

I quickly locate my stash of good Aztec chocolate in a drawer in the kitchen, I intentionally drop the small bar onto the floor, causing it to break into lots of small pieces, before picking it up and carrying it into the living room with me, I curl up next to my coffee table and open the foil packet and nibble a dark chocolate piece, savoring the rich flavor that is lightly spiced with cayenne pepper, I then follow it with a gulp from the bottle, I tilt my head back and sigh in pure bliss, I blink at Paul as loud notes of AC/DC fill the room. Purring happily, I nibble more chocolate and take another gulp from the bottle, I jump when I feel someone petting my hair, lightly running their fingers through it, I glance behind me and freeze uncertainly when I notice it is Dwayne, He leans down and whispers to me.

"It's ok, I just want to braid your hair."

I blink at him, still uncertain, but I can't help but feel a thrill of pleasure at him being so close, so I nod, He grabs a hairbrush off the couch next to him and starts brushing my hair and I go back to savoring my chocolate and the blood, completely enjoying the music and the feel of Dwayne brushing and then braiding my hair.

About the time Dwayne is securing the braid with an elastic pony tail holder, David comes back and sets an armful of bottles on the table, I blink at them and go to reach for the bottle of Chartreuse, but David smacks my hand lightly.

"Not till you finish the bottle." I pout at him and peer quizzically at the bottle of blood, noting happily that it is nearly empty.

"Fine, then!" I stagger to my feet and grab up the bottle.

I take a moment to seriously think about this and then I nibble a large piece of chocolate and abruptly follow it with the entire rest of the bottle, I lick my lips in a pleased manner and David walks into the kitchen and back with one of my crystal wine glasses, he fills it with Chartreuse and hands it to me before handing the Bottle of Chartreuse to Dwayne, I accept the glass happily and take a gulp, Dwayne watches me with amusement and then approval when all I do is gasp at the alcohol content, David raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

"I love Chartreuse..." I lick my lips. "Reminds me of ancient rituals, alters and incense, and long dead pagan gods..." Dwayne nods to me with a small grin, David just shakes his head. "Anyway... I wish to wander!" I stagger toward the door.

I hear David whisper something to Marko as I open the door, I get a few steps down the hallway before I notice that I didn't shut the door, that fact is abruptly remedied for me when I stumble into Paul who had been right behind me, and Marko steps out and shuts the door, I grin at them.

"Ooh, shiny... A world of thanks..." I then stagger down the hallway and down the stairs and into the loud and crowded bar, followed closely by them.

Sauntering over to the bar, I am greeted by several regulars, and a few locals, I greet them and wave, stopping to talk street gossip with a few of the bikers.

"Who are your new friends?" One inquires, I grin drunkenly.

"They are mine!" I nod knowingly and grab Paul and Marko each by the arm and stagger over to the bar.

I ignore the amused remarks and few catcalls from the bikers as I curl onto one of the barstools, Paul and Marko joining me, I glance at them.

"You know, you don't both have to be my shadows all night..." I snicker. "Not that I mind, but, If one or the other of you wants to do..." I look puzzled for a moment. "Whatever it is you do normally... You could..."

Marko shrugs and leans over and kisses me lightly, Paul calls Julie over and orders a drink.

"You two want anything?" Julie asks, looking me over. "And what's with you?" I giggle, Marko asks for a beer.

"I'm... Shiny..." I nod, Julie raises an eyebrow at my comment.

"Are you drunk already?" She sets a glass of dark amber beer in front of Marko and some bright blue creation in front of Paul.

"Nope... Not exactly... It wasn't a drop of alcohol of that's what you are asking."

"Are you on drugs?" I look thoughtful at her question and blink at Marko.

"Am I on drugs?" I inquire innocently, Marko snorts and nearly chokes on his beer.

"No, it wasn't drugs." He looks at me funny.

"There, you have it Julie... Not drugs." I giggle again, she eyes me suspiciously. "And I want a Guinness."

"Ok..." She quickly pours a Guinness and sets it hesitantly in front of me. "Then what IS wrong with you?" I snicker.

"Can't tell in public!" I take a gulp of Guinness.

"Fine, then..." She glances curiously at Marko and Paul. "But you WILL tell me later, right?" I nod.

"Tomorrow... Either before or after I pick up Gwynn... Depending on what time I get up."

"Ok, But I'm sooo holding you to that..." She walks away, "Oh, and get your own drinks! You own the place for crying out loud!" She shouts over her shoulder, I catch Paul watching her intently as she walks away.

"Stop that!" I smack him, "She's like my baby sister!" Paul smirks at me.

"Yah, But I dare you to deny that she has a nice ass." I nearly choke on my Guinness at his comment.

"Fuck you." I watch Julie as she fishes some mixer or another out of the bottom of a refrigerator. "Even though you are right..."

I leave him snickering, leaning against the bar and saunter over to the jukebox, I pat my pockets absently for the third time before I remember that I don't have any change in them, and I scowl at the jukebox.

"Damn you you stupid machine! I have no quarters, and you foil my plans for music!" I kick the machine absently, inciting a few stares and some snickers from the bikers before I go back to the bar and grab up my Guinness. "I'm cursed to listen to other people music choices..." I pout at my glass.

I sit back to enjoy the beer and the bar, noting absently that Paul is chatting up some attractive strawberry blond who's ample chest barely fits in her halter top, and Marko is sitting a few tables over, chatting with some bikers, about motorcycles from the sound of it, I sigh wistfully and sip my beer, once it is finished, I grab my glass and slip behind the bar to pour myself a glass of Chocolate Stout, grabbing a few mixed drink orders and filling them as I stand there, Out of a random feeling of a need to do something, I walk around the bar, taking orders and mixing drinks for a little while, noting absently with every glass of beer the fuzzies get worse, I stagger back to the bar and nearly run into Julie.

"What the hell time is it?" I ask her, trying to blink away the fuzzies.

"Nearly 2:30, why?"

"Oh, shit... I need to get some sleep..."

"You should, you look dead..." I blink down at myself at her words.

"I do? ... That's a problem..." She laughs at me.

"You look tired, let me go find one of yours to get you upstairs... Marko and who's the other one?" I smirk at her.

"Paul... And you still need to bleach your bathroom floor..." She cringes and smacks me hard on the shoulder.

"I still can't believe you! On MY bathroom floor! Ick! Have you no Decency?!?" I snicker at her tone.

"Of course not!" I pretend an offended tone. "Why on earth would I have that?!"

"Ugh, normally you do!" I smirk and Leer over at Paul.

"Just between you and me?" I lean over and whisper to her. "Not around these four I don't... Not a shred of it..." I snicker, she smacks me again.

"Whatever, Lost Boys slut..." She mutters, I double over laughing.

"Whatever, at least I don't worship some fluffy cartoon about a girl named Bunnie!" She sniffs and pretends to sulk as she wanders off to grab Marko and Paul.

I finish off the last of whatever beer is in my glass, crinkling up my nose at the flavor 'since when do I drink the strawberry stuff?!' as I watch them walk over to me, Julie is laughing at something, Marko is shaking his head and Paul looks amused.

"Alright you, what this time?!" Paul looks at me, pretending innocence.

"What, Me? Why would you suspect me of something?" I scowl at him.

"Because you are to blame."

"Since when?!" He looks amused and pretend offended.

"Since always, man." Marko shoves him, Paul shoves him back and I laugh.

"Gah, enough silliness! Drag her off to bed!" Julie waves to me. I snicker.

"Oh, if only!" I sigh over dramatically. Julie blushes.

"That's not what I meant, you perv!" I laugh.

"Aah, she has no since." I wave Julie away. "I can't get up the stairs alone... Help?" I blink cutely at Marko and Paul.

"I could have told you that, girl." Paul snickers and they walk with me over to the stairs, helping me up them when I need it.

'Now, rather sadly, I once again don't remember much of the evening past that...' I blush. 'Ok, I DO remember once we got up the stairs, pressing Marko against the closed door to my apartment and kissing him soundly, and having Paul nibble my neck... But that still doesn't quite explain how I woke up the next afternoon... OR why I don't remember it...'


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AN: *wicked grin* Shortly after writing this, I wrote what happened said Night... >.> Wanna know? Ok...

Oh, it's the Next chapter. And just so you are warned, there are some slashy notes, but nothing major... (kisses, petting, nibbling, biting... That kind of thing)
If you don't like it, skip Chapter 6.
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