A/N. Okay okay, so this is my first published attempt at writing anything. But you never know, it could make you want to pull your hair out and mail me a turd. So this is an apology in advance, as to prevent anyone going to such extreme measures. There's probably some things in here that aren't... literarily acceptable. This this says that literarily isn't a word but I looked it up, and it exists... I didn't know if I should continue this story or if it would just be futile, so hopefully someone will let me know :)
The girl ran her index finger down his chest, batting her eyelashes at him, trying a little too hard to focus one of her wandering eyes. It seemed to be feeling slightly rebellious, probably because she was hammered. Taking a hasty step back, he averted his eyes like a caged animal looking for a means of escape. Jude saw only one option. It was survival of the fittest. Dog eat dog. And his main course was dog. He found the perfect thing: the only other person who looked like she'd rather face a herd of soccer Mums than bear another second in this place. The song that until now had been an annoyance to his ears now registered; 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds'. Summing up every drop of acting skill he'd ever picked up from the many 'I've never seen that before in my life!'s, Jude tilted his head back and yelled his salutations "Oi!" It was the greeting of an old friend, and impeccably delivered, if I do say so meself.
The songs had all since faded into one long muffled beat to Lucy's tired ears. She'd suffered too much for one person; the accidental grabbing's of her backside, the dull conversation. This was the type of party where you could only be interested by it if you were high. A loud greeting tore her out of her reverie; she turned around to see a man make a beeline towards her, clearly enthusiastic about seeing her. Lucy wracked her brain, trying to remember who he was, since he clearly thought he knew her, but to no avail.
Jude could see the confusion on her face, as clear as anything, he just hoped that no one else did, especially the girl he was currently on the run from. He turned her around to face the exit, draping an arm across her shoulders, guiding her to the door.
"Just go with it," he murmured in her ear, his warm breath dancing along her neck, causing goose bumps to stand at attention on her arm. "This place'll make us both mental!" He added as he looked casually around.
Lucy would've, she should've, thrown his arm off her shoulder. Who was he to just invade her personal space? But she left his arm there, slung across her shoulders. She didn't even make a move to kid herself that she wouldn't stand for it. His accent was from some far away country, she wondered how he got here, to New York, and wound up in probably the worst party. Lucy felt badly for him; almost more than herself at this point. The change in scenery snapped her out of her thoughts; she found herself in the crisp air along the dark street. The air was cold and refreshing, a stark contrast to the stuffy air in the apartment. She gave an involuntary quiver, like her body was trying to shake the cold away.
The man let out a relieved sigh, "Much better," He then turned, and looked at her. Lucy's eyes locked with his, and she couldn't look away, it was like when you daydream and you get transfixed on a spot. He blinked. She cleared her throat; a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Oh! Right, sorry!" He winced, Jude had completely forgotten that this girl didn't even know his name, and he'd led her out onto a dark street alone. He was surprised she hadn't given him a spry kick in the family jewels and scarpered. Deciding he better not count on her generosity to last much long, he introduced himself. "Jude," He stated, offering a handshake.
"I'm Lucy," The chorus from the song playing inside suddenly came to a crescendo in Jude's ears, the irony of the lyrics not lost on him.