A/N Just a little fic about Amy and Reagan getting into some trouble ha, enjoy guys :)
Reagan forgot just how fun a club could be when you're not working in it. Of course she loved her job- other than cater-waitering, she didn't do anything she didn't like- but if she was spinning at the underground LGBTQ mixer she was currently at, she wouldn't have been able to knock back a couple of drinks and dance with (more like get grinded on by) Amy.
Who was, by the way, having just as much fun as the older girl, especially with Reagan's hands roaming all over her body and her lips pressed against her neck as they moved the music together. And as she pushed herself impossibly closer to Reagan, she smiled as she thought about how glad she was that her girlfriend had the night off.
Reagan's voice broke through her thoughts, "I'm so glad I got the night off," Reagan spoke over the music. Amy shuddered as she felt the older girl's lips brushing against her earlobe. "Me too," she agreed, turning her head to the side to see Reagan smiling and leaning in to kiss her. And Amy didn't know if it was the alcohol in her system or her girlfriend's sexy ass lips, but she leaned in too, the two meeting in a hot- albeit mildly inappropriate- kiss.
They pulled away only when they ran out breath and Reagan smiled again, taking Amy's hand. "Come on, I need something to drink," she said as Amy nodded. The two worked their way back to the bar area of the club, and upon arriving there, Reagan sat on one of the stools. "I'm gonna use the bathroom really quick, okay?" Amy said, squeezing the older girl's arm. "Okay, you want anything?" Reagan asked, but Amy just shook her head, "Wait for me?" she said. "Of course, just meet me back here," Reagan replied, leaning up to peck Amy on the lips. Amy returned the gesture with a kiss that was a little longer, not that Reagan was complaining.
She watched Amy's retreating figure before turning to the bartender. "Could I just have a water please?" she said, figuring she should shook take it easy with the alcohol if she didn't want to wake up with a massive hangover.
"Somebody parties hard," Reagan heard a girl say from the seat next to her. Okay, when did she get there? The girl was around her age, maybe a little older, with chestnut coloured hair and blue eyes, and she was smiling. Reagan smiled back, "Alright smart alec, what are you drinking then? Sparkling water?" she retorted. "Berry flavored sparking water, thank you very much," the girl replied, making Reagan laugh.
Reagan watched the girl cock her head to the side as she listened to the music playing. The DJ was about to transition into another song and the girl made a face and shook her head as he didn't do the best job of it. Reagan winced a little too, "God this guy's not very good is he?" she asked, laughing a little. "I know, I could spin circles around this dude," the girl agreed. Reagan's face lit up as she smiled, "Woah, you spin?" The girl smiled back and held out her hand, "Katie Fitz, DJ 0K, you?" Reagan took her hand to shake, "Reagan Antonio-Diez, DJ R.A.D, it's so cool to meet another female DJ, like you have no idea-"
"What the hell is going on here?" Reagan heard some behind them say. She released Katie's hand and they both turned around to see a girl built like a rugby player, tall with short black hair and a scowl on her face.
Katie sighed, "What are you doing here Jamie, I told you to go home," she asked, taking a sip of her drink. "What am I doing? What are you doing? We have one little fight and you're already holding hands with some other girl?" Jamie slurred her words a bit. She'd obviously been drinking. "You little fucking whore, you can't go five minutes without someone paying attention to you, can you?" Reagan was mad now. Complete stranger or not, no woman deserved to be spoken to like that. "Don't talk to her like that," she blurted. Sober Reagan would've never gotten involved, but drunk Reagan obviously wasn't as wise... or scared of drunk possible-rugby players.
Jamie snapped her head towards Reagan, "And who the fuck are you, bitch?" she asked. "I'm the complete fucking stranger your girlfriend has had more fun with in 5 minutes than she probably has had with you in your entire relationship. Makes sense though with all that time you spend on the road playing professional hockey. And tell me something, how do you look like a linebacker for the Cowboys but have the insecurity of an 11-year-old schoolgirl? She obviously doesn't want your big ass here so fuck off," Reagan went off, firing words at a mile a minute. Jamie grabbed Reagan by the shirt and pulled her out of her seat. "You looking for trouble?" she asked, "No, I'm looking for a reason she why she would be into you," Reagan spat back.
Jamie pulled her hand back to hit Reagan, but was interrupted by a 'hey,' and a tap on her shoulder. Reagan looked over Jamie's shoulder as she turned her head just in time to see Amy's fist connect with her face.
She dropped Reagan and punched Amy right back, knocking the blonde to the ground. And if Reagan was mad before, she was furious now. She pulled her hand back and let it snap forward, punching Jamie as hard as she could. "If you ever fucking touch my girlfriend again, I will fuck you up so badl-" Reagan started her threat but got punched- and how the hell this girl was recovering so quickly from being punched was beyond her- and knocked onto the ground too.
She barely had time to look at Amy, who had a bloody nose before she was quickly being helped up. And once she was vertical again, she was being pushed forward. And someone kept pushing her, and pushing her and pushing her until she was stumbling out of the back door of the club, the cool night air hitting her almost as hard as the punch to the eye she got earlier.
A few moments later, Amy was being shoved out of the club too, by a guy who looked like a security guard. Amy stumbled too, but Reagan caught her, steadying the younger girl.
"Jeez... not how I expected tonight to go. Is your nose okay?" Reagan asked, bringing her hand to the back of Amy's neck so she could look directly at her. "It hurts, but I don't think it's broken or anything... how's your eye?" Amy asked back. "It's seen better days," Reagan said simply. The two lasted about three seconds before bursting into a roar of laughter.
"Seriously though, you okay Shrimp Girl?" Reagan asked as their laughter died down. "Yeah, I'm fine," Amy said, shivering a little. She untied the flannel that was tied around her waist and slipped it on. Reagan smiled before starting to walk. "Well you know what they say, a couple that scraps together-" her stomach growled, "...snacks together," she joked, "Let's go get something to eat."
She offered her bruised left hand to Amy's right and laughed a little. "Yknow I never wanted to be one of those matching couples, but this is some pretty badass matching right here." Amy smiled, "Oh yeah, we're the original Austin County Scrappers," she said, causing the older girl to laugh again and squeeze her hand gently. "Seriously though, I know this diner a couple blocks away that serves the best Belgian waffles," Reagan said with another smile, pulling on Amy's hand.
And Amy just shook her head, thinking that she'd probably follow this girl just about anywhere.
Thanks for reading, and if you could leave a quick review and let me know what you think, that'd be awesome. Might have to make these two getting into trouble a thing.