Fun fact. Never been drunk in my life. Indulge me in the review section, tell me your best drunk story. I don't have a life.
Beck Oliver hated parties. Really he did, but he supposed being a Hollywood Arts socialite meant he was expected to make an appearance at one every so often. It hadn't been that bad when he was dating Jade. She enjoyed parties enough for the both of them, and tipsy Jade was oddly affectionate. Sadly, he hadn't seen affectionate Jade for a very long time. In fact, Jade had shifted from exhibiting utter loathing directed towards him, to complete indifference. Beck wasn't sure which one was worse.
"You really hurt her, Beck." Cat had desolately explained when he had once complained to her about Jade's apparent disinterest in him. "She's trying to get over you."
That had really sucked. Beck didn't want Jade to get over him. Heck, he couldn't even go one minute without thinking of her. Tori had suggested he try going out with other girls (tried it, didn't work), Robbie had suggested he get involved with more school activities (Jade was the creative one), Andre had just sighed bemusedly and told Beck to join him at a party on Friday night.
So that is why Beck finds himself at 11:00pm in Northridge at a house party of some guy he doesn't even know. Turns out this guy was a big deal at his school, and 'anyone who's anyone' was going to be there. Consequently, Beck shouldn't have found himself so surprised when the front door swung open and Jade strutted in, followed by a giggling Cat.
Cat squeals excitedly as she immediately spots the boys, tugging on Jade's arm to look over at them.
Jade's eyes finally meet Beck's. She scowls and flips him off before making a beeline for the drinks table.
Beck has to hold in a groan as he watches her go. Jade was wearing possibly the shortest skirt he'd ever seen her in. He thinks he might have seen it once on Cat before which could possibly explain its indecent length. Thankfully she had on sheer black stockings, probably because it was basically minus 1000 outside. The worst (best) part of her outfit was the low-cut red midriff Jade had on. Red. She hardly wore colours.
Beck excuses himself from Cat and Andre's presence and slumps over to the corner of the room, wanting to watch Jade without being disturbed. He was perfectly content to stalk his ex-girlfriend from afar, watching her down drink and after from those horrible, plastic, red cups, and dance loosely with a few strangers (since when did she let other people touch her?).
At one point in the night she disappears from his sight, and Beck's left to brood silently. Andre finally joins him on the couch.
"You're a buzz kill," Andre informs him with a roll of his eyes. "Are you seriously just going to sit here all night? I brought you here to have fun. Go mingle."
"I don't want to mingle." Beck pouts.
The pair sit in silence for a second till Beck is unable to restrain himself and cries,
"Jade was wearing red, man. RED."
Andre cracks up.
"Yeah, I saw."
"Do you know where she is right now?" Beck inquiries.
Andre's smile fades to a frown.
"Yeah. She was in the kitchen mixing drinks."
Andre glances around nervously, almost scared that Jade would viciously appear with a fork knife to destroy him on the spot before continuing, "Look Beck, she seems kind of out of it. Cat mentioned something about Jade being on a dangerous path to self-destruction since you guys, yunno, broke up. I think she needs to go home."
Beck's confused by Andre's words, then considers how many drinks he had witnessed Jade down in the last hour. Quickly he stands up (Andre follows from afar), and strides towards the kitchen where the first sight he witnesses is Jade throwing her head back and downing a shot of vodka. She then looks at her empty shot glass, shrugs, pours herself another, and downs it in one gulp. Beck winces.
The music's blaring loud and Jade's now got her eyes closed, both hands raised above her frame and her head thrown back sensually as she sways to the music. Beck's unsure if the swaying is from the alcohol or not, but his mesmerisation is replaced with concern. The last time he'd seen Jade this drunk was the previous New Years Eve when his cousin had spiked the punch, and as a dare, she had downed half a bottle tequila.
It becomes apparent that Beck isn't the only one watching Jade, as a black clad figure struts over to her, boldly placing both hands around her slender waist.
Beck feels his blood run cold. It's Ryder Daniels.
"Hey West, there's a pool out the back. Why don't I show you it?" he yells over the loud music, a smirk lighting his features. Beck frowns some more. Jade actually loved swimming (much to peoples' surprise as she unequivocally refused to step foot in the ocean). He's worried she'll agree, a fear that is heightened when Jade inches closer to Ryder.
"Daniels." Jade purrs in a sultry tone. Ryder leans in eagerly "FUCK OFF." She hollers, and Beck sniggers as he jumps back in fright.
Jade turns around but it becomes apparent that Ryder is not done with her yet. He once again goes to grab her waist and pull her back towards him.
"Then dance with me?" He commands.
Beck can see that the alcohol has now taken full effect as Jade stumbles ungracefully into his chest. Beck sees red. He's not about to let anyone take advantage of her in this state.
"Get your hands off her." Beck snarls, announcing his presence as he strides over to the pair. Andre also steps forward, ready to intervene if necessary. "Jade, get away from him."
Jade glares at him.
"Youdontellmewhottodo." She slurs, but elbows Ryder again. Beck has to admit, he's impressed with her ability to aim when she's this far gone.
"You're no fun West. Stop dressing like a tease if you don't want any attention." Ryder glowers.
"FUCK YOU." Jade screams furiously, and Beck angrily shoves Ryder a few steps back.
"Get out of here." Beck growls again, and Jade's who's standing next to him actually lets out an uncharacteristic giggle.
As Ryder leaves, Beck turns to face Jade with furrowed eyebrows.
"What?" He snaps, more harshly than he intended. Images of Jade's Slap posts announcing that she was going to various parties flashed through his mind. How many time had Jade been in this situation before? She really did seem to be spiraling lately.
Jade snickers again, and only smirks suggestively. "Well aren't you Mr Controlling tonight."
Beck understands what she's implying but chooses to ignore it. "We're broken up." He reminds himself. Now was not the time for flirty banter.
"Jade, you're drunk." He says unhelpfully, pointing out the obvious.
"Am I?" Jade grins. "Oh well." She pauses for a moment, her nose crinkled cutely as she seems to be thinking hard about something. Abruptly she announces, "Ima go swimming."
Quickly Beck reaches out and grabs her arms, halting her in her tracks.
"No Jade, don't be silly."
Jade begins to yell angrily, twisting in Beck's arms to loosen his grip.
"Jade, it's like 45° outside. You don't even have a swimsuit."
This stumps Jade momentarily. Then with a shrug, she starts pulling up her shirt. Beck shrieks.
"WHAT? NO. Jade, what the HELL! STOP."
"Beck, shut the fuck up." She hollers angrily as Beck frantically pulls her red top down. "A bra is basically a bikini." She continues to protest. She catches Andre watching the scene from the doorframe laughing. She hopes she manages to remember to kill him tomorrow. She probably won't.
"No Jadelyn, they are not the same thing." Beck cries exasperatedly.
Jade freezes again (much to Beck's imminent relief).
"What the fuck? My name is not Jadelyn, Oliver. It's just Jade Fucking West. JADE. I know, you can even look at my birth certificate. I checked it the other week cause I wanted to see if Dad was my real dad, yunno, and fuck me he is. I've had this conspiracy that I'm actually Johnny Depp's daughter."
Beck rolls his eyes amusedly at his drunk Ex.
"Okay. Tomorrow when you're sober, you can explain your theory to me. For now, let me get you home."
That was a sobering thought. "No. No. No. No." Jade repeats, frantically shaking her head which inevitably makes the room spin even more than it had a second ago causing her knees to buckle. Beck catches her. He always catches her.
"Talk to me." He commands gently, and Jade's pleased that he holds her a bit more firmly.
"My dad and stupid step mum will kill me. For real."
Beck's frowning even more deeply as he looks down at her.
"Okay." He sighs quietly. "Do you want to go to your mum's?"
"Just drop me off at the park. The bench isn't that uncomfortable." Jade slurs, now realising how tired she is as she closes her eyes and rests on Beck's shoulder. She's a bit annoyed that he's so tense, but his hand that goes to stroke her hair soothes her.
"Oh, baby." Beck mutters so quietly that Jade almost misses it.
"Not your baby." She hiccups. "Fuck, Beck. I just want to sleep."
"Okay. I've got you." He assures her, and not even bothering to ask, he swoops down and picks her up, carrying her to his car. She thinks she hears him yell something at Andre, but she's too drunk and sleepy to pay any attention.
She must have fallen asleep in Beck's truck, because next thing she knows, she's being carried again by Beck into his RV and placed on his bed. He begins to pull off her shoes and stockings, and somehow Jade manages to mumble groggily,
"We gonna have sex or something?"
Beck can't help but chuckle. "No." He tells her simply. "You smell of alcohol."
"Yeah, well you smell of coffee and fabric softener." Jade mumbles. Beck laughs again amusedly.
"You're going to be the death of me, Jade." He sighs affectionately, throwing a blanket over her now curled up form. "Go to sleep, Hun. You're going to have such a headache tomorrow."
"Why do you keep calling me names. Are you still in love with me or something?" She angrily drones.
Beck blushes, thankful that Jade's eyes are now closed so she doesn't notice. He's unsure of how to answer, but finally, decides that she's too drunk to remember anything he says anyway and admits,
"I am. I am so in love with you that it's driving me crazy."
He thinks she's already asleep which is when a few minutes later she mumbles, "S'ok. I still love you too." He nearly drops the glass of water he's preparing for her for the next morning.
Beck beams at her, and unable to help himself, he places a quick kiss on her forehead.
"Sleep, Jade." He instructs.
"I'm cold still. Hold me?" She pleads.
Beck will probably be killed tomorrow, but he's unable to help himself. Smiling, he hops in bed beside her and automatically she rolls into his embrace, nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck. Though he had told Jade she smelt of alcohol, as he inhaled her hair all he could smell was vanilla, and it was so inherently Jade that he couldn't help but kiss her forehead again.
True, tomorrow morning she would probably wake and have no recollection of this night. It didn't matter. For now, she was his, and she loved him. For the first time in weeks, Beck's able to smile.
So yeah… this happened. I literally (not kidding) wrote this in 15 minutes. Do me a solid and leave a review. :) I have no idea if I want to turn this into a multi chapter fic (maybe with more random one-shots or a "next morning" story). We'll see.
