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Six's Pov:

I ran back to the Tai Tsang Chinese Restaurant, where Sam was waiting. I'm an idiot, I should have stayed with Sam, instead of finding Nine. I slow down into a walk and open the doors to the restaurant. Sam's head is bent and his hands are in his pockets. Once a nerd always a nerd. I try to push the image of Nine and the girl kissing far out of my mind. I walk towards Sam weaving through the people. "How much longer is it going to be, I'm starving."

"Well, it is busy today and it seemed like they were really not interested in making our food first," replied Sam tiredly.

I scowl, "Maybe they should hurry or else someone is going to be thrown into a wall." I mutter. Sam's head snaps up and he looks at me like I'm crazy. I only shrug and turn back towards the register. Twenty minutes later we're sitting in a small booth across from each other eating sweet and sour chicken with rice. The food is good, but the wait sucked. I finished my food way before Sam and sit there waiting and watching the rest of the restaurant.

"You don't have to look so angry." Sam said softly.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not angry, I'm annoyed", I snapped. Sam looked down at his food. "I'm sorry, that was bitchy."

Sam pushed his plate away, "We should get going, John is probably worried about us by now."

I looked at him, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. I could tell he was hurt. "Fine", I sighed," Let's get going." We dump our trash and leave. Sam and I walk back towards the penthouse, occasionally being bumped in the shoulder by other people. "This is why I hate crowded places," I said as another person bumped into me. Sam only nodded in agreement. I looked around at the stores that lined the street. The sun had already set and it was growing darker. I looked to my right and saw a club, the Transit Nightclub to be exact. I couldn't help the smile that took over my face. I reached over and grabbed Sam's arm. He stopped and look over at me questionably. A devious smile crossed my face, "We should go in, it will be fun."

"I don't know," he said nervously, "Don't you have to be at least 21."

"Yes," I said slowly, "But, it won't be hard to get in." My smile didn't disappear and Sam only looked more nervous.

"Oh come on, let's go." I grabbed his arm again and dragged him towards the entrance.

Sam snatched his arm back. "I don't think I'm going to go in," he said tiredly, "I don't like clubs and I'm really tired."

I looked back at him, trying to conceal the hurt that I felt. "If that's what you want," I said slowly.

He nodded his head and turned around and left. I stared at his back a few seconds longer and turned back towards the bouncer's direction.

The bouncer was around the same height as me, but he was thin like Sam and very non intimidating. I pulled down my tank top enough so that my black lace bra was visible. I smiled very flirtatiously at him and stood very close. He looked at me, fighting a smile of his own, "I'm guessing you don't have an id, but you want to get in."

"You guess well," I continued to smile at him.

"Getting in will come with a price you know," he replied deviously.

I stood on my tip-toes and whispered into his ear, "I'm willing to pay the price after I get in." I took a step back and waited. He smiled and let me in. I walked ahead and and surveyed the nightclub. Everyone was grinding against each other with drinks raised in the air. Perfect. I walked towards the bar and ordered a shot. The bartender looked at me warily, but gave me the shot anyways. I drowned the shot and headed for the dance floor. Might as well get drunk enough so I won't remember anything. I smiled at the hot guy next to me, probably a college guy. He smiled back, checking me out. "Wanna dance," he asked. A sexy smile crossed my face and the college guy and I began to dance.

Nine's Pov:

After I regained my senses I ran after Six, but lost her in the Chicago crowd. Damn. I looked once more around the street, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I sighed, giving up and walked in the direction of my penthouse. I smiled at the receptionist and continued towards the elevator pressing the top floor button. Just as the doors were about to close, Sam walked in. Jealousy immediately flowed through me. I don't know why, I have nothing to be jealous about.

"Oh, hey Nine," he said nervously, "I didn't know you were out too." The elevator doors closed and an awkward silence fell upon us.

"I thought you and Six went out," I replied.

"We were, but she went into a nightclub and I left."

I paused a second, "Which nightclub?" My voice rising.

"Um...," he said," I think it was called Transit Nightclub."

"Are you absolutely sure." I stared at him.

"He squirmed, "Yeah, why?" his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Shit," I said ignoring his question. The elevator doors opened and Sam stepped out. I pressed the button for the lobby.

"Aren't you coming?"

"No, I'm going to go save Six's ass."

time skip

I briefly looked at the bouncer before sneaking in. They should seriously get a new bouncer, this one looks like a school boy. I entered the club and looked for Six's blond hair. She wasn't hard to spot at all, she was practically radiant. She was moving gracefully and swiftly across the dance floor, but there was a douchey looking guy behind her. My shoulders tightened and I pushed my way through the bodies of drunken people to where Six was dancing. She was truly beautiful, the blue light cast shadows across her face that highlighted her cheekbones. Her hair was like liquid silver flowing through the sea of bodies. Her gray eyes were stormy and a ring of violet was around her iris. Funny, I've never noticed that before. I reached her and gripped her arm. "Six we need to leave." I practically yelled. She turned towards me and her pupils were dilated. She's drunk.

"Nine?," a drunken smile crossed her face, "What are you doing here!"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed her arm. "We need to go."

She tried to pull away, but ran into the guy behind her. "Hey! Let go of her!" random guy said.

I continued to roll my eyes and faced Six. "Come on Six, we need to leave before you regret something."

Random guy didn't seem to get the hint and moved in front of Six, ready for a fight. "Do we have a problem here."

"Only you buddy, Now get out of my way." I tried to push through him, but he cocked back his fist and tried to punch me. A few inches from my face I caught his fist and twisted his wrist. He cried out in pain and stepped back. Some knight in shining armor. I turned back toward Six, who was scowling at the fallen guy.

"You didn't have to hurt him," she slurred.

I sighed and grabbed her arm, leading her towards the door.

Six complains the whole way to the penthouse. The elevator doors opened to a silent penthouse. All the lights were off and only the soft hum of the refrigerator could be heard. I continued to drag Six until we arrived at my room. I walked in and let go of her arm. She walked unsteadily to my bed an flopped down. I sighed and walked to my closet, grabbing a shirt. I threw it at Six, "You can change into this. I'll be right back." She grunted in agreement. I walked into the kitchen, grabbed some aspirin and a cup of water and walked back towards my room. I knock lightly on the door before entering. Six's clothes are laying on the floor next to the bed and she was curled in the fetal position on my bed. I fought the smile that was tugging on my lips and set the aspirin and water on the nightstand. I pull the covers back and move Six under them. Walking towards the other side of the bed, I strip down to my briefs.

I crawl into bed and pull the covers around me instantly feeling their warmth. I close my eyes and relax into the comfy bed.

A few moments later, Six curls into my side and lays her head on my shoulder. "Nine," she mummers.

I move my arm so it's wrapped around her waist. "Yes, Sweetheart," I say tiredly. She doesn't say anything and when I look over at her she's asleep and her hair is fanned out across the pillow. I turn my head and look at the ceiling. Soon my eyes begin to droop and welcome the comfort of sleep.