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"SAGE! WAKEY WAKEY! ITS YOUR 21ST BIRTHDAY! WAKE UP YOU LAZY BUM!" My best friend of, now 19, years screeched as she jumped on my bed. I groaned and tried pulling the covers over my head, that was until she yanked them completely off the bed leaving my body exposed to the cold air that filled the hotel room. I sighed and sat up giving her the death glare then hopped up and tackled her to the ground and started tickling her. "UNCLE! UNCLE! I SAID UNCLE DAMN IT! OFF!" I finally got off of her and her laughter died down. "It's your birthday so I'm gonna let that slide, but next time I won't be so nice!" she smiled at me and I just stuck my tongue out at her. "Well I say we start this day off right and go shopping then food, then bar hopping!" I said as I walked into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and did my make-up to my liking. As I walked out Jazzie was already dressed so I threw on a pair of shorts and a black tank top and my black converse. We both grabbed our purses, and sunglasses and left.
We had gone to three shops and bought a bunch of different outfits when she had finally asked "So you're really gonna move here, huh?" Her voice had a tint of sadness to it. "Yup! We've talked about this Jaz, I can't stay in that town anymore. I'm done and need to do things on my own. I can't be under his thumb anymore. It's driving me crazy. Ever since mom died he's been a complete control freak." I told her as I took out a joint and lit it. Feeling the smoke fill my lungs, it's like an instant escape from the memories and pain. "I know, I just wish you didn't have to move all the way out to Boston to feel freedom. Plus, what are you going to do when you run out of your inheritance money? I mean she only left you a couple thousand and that room is not cheap and neither were the clothes we just bought." She took a hit of the joint and looked at me with worried eyes. "I'll cross that bridge when it gets here! For now, I'm legally able to drink and I'm getting the munchies, I just want to have a great birthday with my best friend and not worry about the future." I told her as I blew a cloud of smoke in her face. She just laughed and we continued on strolling down the street.
10 beers, 6 shots, and 2 packs of cigarettes later, we ended up at some bar named McGintys. We strolled in and a cloud of smoke hung in the air and there were guys everywhere. We took a seat at the bar where there were two empty seats. There was an old man behind the bar. He finally turned and saw us. "FUCK, ASS!" He shouted as he got closer. I instantly looked at Jazzie with wide eyes and in our drunken stooper we busted into a fit of laughter. "What c-c-c-can I g-g-g-get ya?" he stuttered out. "Two beers and a shot of the best stuff you have kind sir! It's her 21st and it's my duty to get her wasted off her ass!" Jazzie shouted next to me. Everyone in the bar shouted as a response. The old man smiled and started to get our drinks. "FUCK! ASS!" We started cracking up again. "So, I's yer birthday lass?" asked a voice behind us. Irish, so hot, and as I turned around the voice was a perfect match to the two men behind us. They were probably two of the hottest guys I have ever seen. One with short brown hair, and the other with short dirty blond hair, but they had the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. "Yes sir. And I wouldn't be this blunt normally, but you guys are smokin' hot!" I pointed to the both of them. Jazzie and the two men just laughed. "Doc! Shot for us too!" one of them shouted at the bartender. He just nodded and brought us all our drinks. Jazzie smiled and thanked the old man. "Well I'm Connor and this ugly fucker 'ere is me brother Murphy!" the blond introduced the both of them. "I'm Sage, and this is my best friend Jazmine." They both took our hands and kissed them. "You can call me Jazzie or Jaz. Anything but Jazmine!" she told them. She hated when people called her Jazmine. "Well 'ere is to new friendships and Sage's birthday and getting 'er plastered off 'er ass!" we raised our shot glasses clinking them together, then Jazzie and I tapped ours on the counter and shot them down. "Why ye do that?" Murphy asked us. "For luck!" we said at the same time laughing. 4 shots and 5 beers later, it was time for a smoke break. "Hey, Jazzie I'm gonna step outside for some fresh air." She had barely acknowledged what I said and waved me on. She was to caught up in Murphy to pay any attention to me. I tried hopping off the bar stool, but that was a complete failure. Instead I landed the wrong way and started to fall, but somehow Connor was there to catch me. I smiled up at him as he was smiling down at me and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Ye alright lass?" he questioned. I couldn't help myself; I reached up and touched his face. "Your face is so soft. It's like a baby's bottom!" I started to laugh again, this time he joined in. "Alright lass, le's get ye some fresh air." As we stood out front of the bar, I pulled out another joint and lit it. Taking it all in slowly and letting it take some of the edge off of my drunken state. I offered it to Connor but he declined and lit a cigarette. "Ye know smokin' that is bad for ya lass?" He stated after taking a drag of his cigarette. "Not near as bad as cigarettes. Or any of the chemically manufactured drugs such as heroine, meth and drugs like that. In fact it is a herb, and it is a relaxer. And it helps take all the pains and worries away and leaves me feeling happy, hungry, and sleepy. " I said a-matter-o-factly as I took another drag. "Well lass, can't argue wit ye der." He smiled as I finished up. Gah I could stare into those eyes for days. And that smile, it was contagious. "So I've never see ye round, where ye from?" he asked. "California. But I'm moving here to Boston!" I smiled and lit a cigarette. "Why? Tha's a big change lass." His eyebrows drew together. Even with that face, he looked cute. "Just family issues. I've decided to become my own person and not let anyone try to tell me who to be and how to act. I just got so sick of it. It's like my life is already completely laid out for me and I'm only 20!" I threw my hands in the air. "21" he corrected. I couldn't help but laugh. My face drooped a little when I stopped and I dropped my eyes to the ground. "I just, I need to be me. I need to be true to myself and not try to fix myself into someone else's vision for me." I looked up at him, let out a small laugh and rolled my eyes. "I even dropped out of medical school. Do you know how boring that shit is?! And we had to dissect little animals and organs and shit! It was sad! And I can't be all cooped up in a hospital for twelve or more hours. And sick people, people dying, I can't spend half my day watching that! I'm glad people are able to do that, and I praise them for having the guts to do what I can't, but that would make me cry. I'm too sensitive for that shit." He laughed at that. "So what do ya love lass? What would ye rather do?" he smiled at me. His eyes full of intrigue and curiosity. My smile grew big as I answered. "Dance. Honestly, I would love to be a famous choreographer. Although, I wouldn't mind running my own dance studio and give dance lessons to all ages of children and all styles." He cocked his eyebrow and smirked at me. "What kin's ye know?" he asked, urging me to continue talking. "I know swing, ballroom, hip-hop, jazz, ballet, and tap. My mother insisted on the arts rather than academics. I've been dancing since I was about 2 or 3. I've been in all sorts of dance competitions. She loved watching me dance, and she knew I loved to dance." My eye site got blurry and I looked to the ground once again. Why was I even telling him all this? I just met the guy three hours ago. It's not like we've been best friends for years or anything, or even dating for a while. Nope, he was just some strange guy I met at the bar a few hours before. I blame it on the alcohol. "Well look at that, my cigarette is out and I only took a couple drags. Sorry for ranting. I know I talk a bunch. But we should probably get inside. I need to find Jazzie, it's getting pretty late and we have to call a cab 'cause I have no idea where we are." I let out a nervous laugh and threw my cigarette butt. He opened the door and we were back in to the noisy atmosphere of the bar. It had actually thinned out from when we were in here. I guess I was so engrossed in our conversation I didn't even pay attention to the people coming out the door. "Hey, Jaz we have to call a cab. We should probably be heading back to the hotel soon." When I broke the news she gave me the biggest puppy dog face known to man-kind. "But me and Murphy were just getting better acquainted." She looked at him and winked. I just sighed and rubbed my face. That chat definitely sobered me up a bit, and she was still piss drunk. "Ye can always stay at our place tonight and call a cab in the morn'." Murphy smiled at me. As soon as those words came out of his mouth, the puppy bog face was turned right back on. I sighed in defeat. "Fine." We paid Doc and started walking back to their place. When we got there the boys offered us shirts and boxers to sleep in, and Jazzie went straight to Murphy's bed. 'Slut' I thought to myself and laughed. I walk out to the fire escape after I changed and lit another cigarette, and luckily this time no one followed. A million thoughts flew through my mind at once. I knew it was the alcohol that made me say all those things. Or at least that's what I'll tell myself. "Sometimes I's not so nice living with me brotha" Connor sighed as he joined me a couple of minutes later. "they doin' it?" I asked. "mhmm."I scrunched my face up. I guess he noticed me shiver, because the next thing I know, he's right beside me, with his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to keep me warm. It wasn't till my head hit his shoulder that I realized how tired I was. And the last thing I remember was thinking how perfect that very moment was and how she wish she could stay forever in this aroma of cigarettes, alcohol, and cologne.
CONNOR'S P.O.V.
I couldn't believe this night. First, we're jus' at McGintys 'en 'ese two girls walk in 'nd we spend all night drinkin' 'nd talkin' wit 'em 'nd now 'ere de are. Sleepin' at our place. I was use to one night stands and bein' wit' girls, but Sage was somethin' else. The way she spoke 'bout 'er dreams, she was so passionate 'bout it an' the way 'er eyes sparkled in the moonlight. She was smokin' hot and smart on top o' that! And at'letic! I looked at her sleepin' on my shoulder and smiled. A strand of her blond waves fell into her face. Gently I pushed it back behind her ear and stroked her hair. After about half an hour, the other two had quieted down and I assume fell asleep. I slowly picked Sage up and brought her to my bed laying her down softly before crawling in next to her putting the blanket on top of us and wrapping my arm around her waist. I could get use to this.
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