Wow... this is a very long chapter! I think it's long because I already wrote out the next challenge in my notebook, and I had to include all the events that happened in that, in this. Make sense?
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Anyways, here's the new chapter!
Ivypool watched as Dovewing drank her shot in one gulp. This was going to be a long night. The gray tabby leaned on Breezepelt.
"I told you I'd hate this place." she whispered. They were still standing in the doorway of Neon. Breezepelt nodded. Tigerheart motioned for the friends to come sit down at the bar. Ivypool and Breezepelt reluctantly sat down next to Dovewing. She waved at them crazily. She was already becoming rather drunk.
"Excuse us just a minute," Ivypool told the toms and dragged Dovewing to the women's bathroom. She pinned her against the wall.
"Stay Sober Challenge. I really think we need this one." Ivypool growled. Dovewing frowned.
"No. Whoever drinks more gets concert tickets to the 2015 radio festival." she said, grinning. Ivypool unpinned Dovewing.
"Damn it, Dovewing. You know my weakness. Fine." she sighed. Dovewing dragged Ivypool back to the bar. She slowly sat back down next to Breezepelt.
"What challenge are you doing now?" Breezeplet asked with a sigh.
"Drink more challenge." Ivypool stated staring at the wall. "Winner gets concert tickets to the 2015 radio festival."
Breezepelt winced.
"Want me to keep count?" he asked. Ivypool nodded.
"I'd better start. Dovewing already has 15 drinks." She slammed her hand down on the counter.
"One bloody-mary, and fast."
The bartender nodded to her and started mixing a bloody-mary. A few moments later, the bartender handed Ivypool her drink. She stared at it.
"I'm so sorry." Breezepelt said with a sad shake of his head. "But have fun drinking all that liquor."
"All at once?" Ivypool asked, looking up at Breezepelt. He nodded grimly. Ivypool closed her eyes and lifted the drink to her mouth. She slammed it down on the counter.
"I can't drink that." Ivypool said with a shake of her head. "I'm only 15!" she whispered to Breezepelt. He nodded.
"Dovewing's lucky this bar has a bad bartender. She didn't have to show an ID!"
"Yeah, that or her dress makes her look like she's 23. Or something." Ivypool chuckled.
"Excuse me, miss?" the bartender said, pointing at Ivypool. "Can I see an ID?"
Great! Ivypool was going to be thrown out of the bar.
"Ha, ha! I can't seem to find it..." Ivypool laughed nervously and patted all her pockets.
"Oh, silly me!" Dovewing slurred. "I took it from her. Here, Whitewing. Sorry."
Ivypool took the card from her sister. It was her mother's license!
"Dovewing!" Ivypool hissed. The bartender snatched the license from Ivypool. He reread it a couple times, looking up at Ivypool every now and then.
"Thank you, miss." he said and handed Ivypool the ID. He leaned over the bar, his elbow on the counter.
"Um... you have a boyfriend?" he asked awkwardly. Ivypool blushed.
"Uh..." she stammered. She didn't want this... idiot... as a boyfriend.
"She's taken." Breezepelt said.
"And you are...?" the bartender asked. Breezepelt slung an arm around Ivypool.
"Her boyfriend." he said. Ivypool was on fire. Good thing Dovewing and Tigerheart were too drunk to comprehend what was going on. Ivypool nodded and leaned on Breezepelt. The bartender glanced skeptically at Breezepelt. He continued to hit on Ivypool, who definitely didn't fall for it.
"Please excuse us for a moment," Breezepelt interrupted and pulled Ivypool away from the bar.
"We've gotta convince him that you're a taken woman!" Breezepelt told Ivypool.
"But what can we do? He won't believe you when you say you're my boyfriend."
"I don't know."
"Gee, that helps a lot!"
"Hey, be grateful I'm helping you at all!"
"I know. Sorry."
"Hug?"
"Yes."
Ivypool wrapped her arms around her best friend.
"Maybe we could just hug it out in front of him." she suggested.
"Not good enough. He would just think we were good friends, which we are."
And suddenly the greatest idea that they could do here struck them both at the same time. They nodded to each other. Breezepelt took Ivypool by the hand and led her back to the bar.
"You two tried really hard. I'm impressed. But you're not her boyfriend." the bartender said smugly to Breezepelt. He sat down at the bar with Ivypool. The bartender's watch beeped.
"Well, my shift is over. You want my digits?" he told Ivypool.
"I don't think that will be necessary." she said. She winked at Breezepelt, who put his arms around Ivypool's back. Ivypool put her arms around Breezepelt's neck and leaned towards him, tilting her head slightly. Breezepelt did the same, but paused as Ivypool closed her eyes and leaned in closer. His heart was pounding in his chest like a wrecking ball against a skyscraper. He was aware of the bartender watching, and he knew he had to do this. For Ivypool. He kissed her gently on the mouth, and it felt like forever.
"Look at that!" a guy shouted and pointed to Breezepelt and Ivypool. Soon, a large group of people were crowded around the two friends. They were all cheering and screaming for them. The bartender was turning a pale white, which was extremely funny because he had black fur. Breezepelt finally pulled away, and the crowd booed. Ivypool looked around, her face bright red. Breezepelt shrugged and grinned at Ivypool, who nodded. So he kissed her again, and the crowd cheered again. The bartender looked like a ghost. He shook his head like he didn't care, and ran off somewhere, probably to the break room.
Ivypool was relieved that the bartender was gone. They had pulled it off; Breezepelt looked like her boyfriend. Ivypool was suddenly pulled away from the black tom. She was being dragged to the ladies' restroom.
"Dovewing!" Ivypool shrieked. The crowd 'awwww'ed in disappointment. Dovewing was laughing as she pulled Ivypool away. Within a few moments, they were in the ladies' room.
"Dovewing!? What the hell!" Ivypool yelled at her sister.
"I had to frickin' save you!" Dovewing growled.
"From whom, may I ask?" Ivypool retorted.
"Public embarrassment! You're my little sister, and-"
"Little sister? If you remember correctly, we're twins!"
"Yeah, whatever. As I was saying-"
"Aren't you too drunk to even comprehend what's going on?"
Dovewing hit Ivypool on the arm.
"Just barley. Before I had another drink, I had to save you."
"I'm not scared of public embarrassment!"
"Yeah, sure, okay! I'll remember you said that when the picture of you and Breezepelt making out is posted on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and any other social media site."
Ivypool's heart froze.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I wouldn't." Dovewing told her sister.
"Then what are you talking about?"
"Just about everyone in that crowd had their phone out, ya know."
"WHAT?!" Ivypool shrieked. Dovewing nodded grimly.
"This is bad! This is bad!" Ivypool said. She took deep inhales of air.
"I'll never show my face again!" she cried. Dovewing hugged her.
"You'll live. Now, come on. We've still got a Drink More Challenge going on."
And before Ivypool could respond, she was dragged back out of the restroom and into the public. The crowd had already left, thank god. But Breezepelt was still there. There was no way to avoid that, really, so Ivypool sat down at the bar beside him. She reluctantly picked up her drink, but couldn't force herself to chug it down.
"How about I make you a deal?" Breezepelt suddenly said. Ivypool looked over to him in interest.
"I'll match every drink you have." he sighed. He obviously really didn't want to, but he also wanted Ivypool to win the challenge. So he basically had to do this, like he had the kiss earlier. He looked around for the new bartender, and found her running towards the bar.
"I need a bloody-mary fast," he told her. She nodded and mixed him the drink. She handed it to him, and he turned to Ivypool.
"On the count of three. One, two, three!"
Ivypool tipped the glass backwards and emptied the contents into her mouth. It tasted better than she thought it would, but it had a strong aftertaste of liquor, which made her shiver. She slammed the glass down on the table.
"Gimme another."
"Me also." Breezepelt chimed in. Ivypool smiled at him. He didn't have to do this, but he was for the sake of the challenge. The bartender pushed two drinks towards the best friends, who drank them in a flash, then asked for another. This repeated many times, and the drink numbers went up fast. Ten drinks, twenty drinks, thirty drinks. They could've stopped there, for Dovewing had passed out on the ground, but it was too addictive. They couldn't stop. They were both now extremely drunk. A new type of music started playing; it was a fast and loud beat that made Ivypool get the urge to dance. So she did. She jumped- actually jumped- from her bar stool on to the dance floor. She noticed what everyone else was doing; twerking. So that's what she did. A small crowd gathered around her, cheering and screaming like they had been when she was kissing Breezepelt. She felt strong hands grab her waist, and then she fell over backwards. Ivypool passed out.
Dang... I don't even know what to say. I apparently can write for kids (coughFeelingswithAshfur) and... dirty-ish? (coughthisstorycough)
Whelp, that's all for today, I guess!
