Chapter 4
"you're brought me to a bar?" I ask looking up at the neon sign above my head.
"yes, but that's not even the best part" she says eagerly.
"uh oh…"
"tonight, just happens to be lesbian night!" Peyton says pushing me inside the doors. We enter the loud and dark room to see a ton of women all dancing, drinking and talking. This should be fun…
"um, I don't know about this…" I say trying to make a quick dash for the exit, but Peyton steps in my way.
"hey, you're gay, you're going to have to get used to it sooner or later"
"later sounds better"
"nuh uh, now come on. Let's gets some drinks"
We drop off our purses with the bartender and order a couple of drinks from the bar and grab a booth in the corner of the room. We take a seat and realize this is going to be so awkward.
"drink up Sawyer, because I'm pretty sure I'm not going to want to remember this night" I say taking waving over a waitress with more drinks on her tray. We take a couple more and down the jello shots we took. There is a lot more alcohol in those things than you think.
"okay, rules of the night: rule number one, dance with anyone who asks, rule number 2: have fun, rule number 3: if you see Brooke – run. And-"
"-Peyton, how many rules are there?"
"just one more, rule number 4: don't go home with anyone but me. I'm not picking up tomorrow from some random lesbian's house"
"fine" We both take another drink and before we know it there's a girl approaching the table.
"hey, want to dance?" she asks.
"um, sure" I say hesitantly.
"Actually I was talking to your blonde friend" she corrects me. Um ouch! Peyton smirks at me like she's all that.
"um, actually I was just kind of-"
"-rule number one, Peyton" I remind her. Mentally thinking she screwed herself over she nods her head and takes the hand of the pretty girl asking her to dance. They're out on the floor dancing, and well, look at her go. Peyton, really can dance. And I don't know why I'm surprised I mean she is best friends with Brooke.
Before I know it another girl approaches my table.
"hey there red, I saw what happened, I was wondering if you wanted to dance with me"
"I'm not looking for your pity" I say taking a sip of my actual drink.
"good, because I'm not giving you any. I just thought you looked hot" can't argue with that.
"alright then, let's dance" I say grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the dance floor near Peyton. Se gives me a little nod as she sees me dancing with my own little hot lesbian. I could get use to the whole gay scene. Through out the night Peyton and I end up dancing with a few more girls and having a lot more drinks.
So it's almost 11:00pm now and Peyton and I are completely smashed but still dancing. We're surrounded by a few other girls and we're all dancing in a big group and I have to admit this is pretty fun. I never took Peyton for a real party hard kind of a girl.
All of a sudden I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer. It's one of the random girls I've been dancing with. Within seconds her lips are attached to my neck and her body couldn't get any closer if she tried.
I try pushing her off me well because I may be drunk but I know I don't want a one night stand with some random girl. As soon as I push her off she comes back, this time fully kissing me on the mouth. So I push her away again.
"get off" I mutter.
"oh come on" she says lightly drawing her fingers on my arm. She goes in for another kiss, but she's pushed away. But not by me. By Peyton.
"she said leave her alone!" Peyton yells over the music.
"who are you? Emo Barbie?" ha ha that's actually kind of funny.
"Rachel, go get our purses" she says so I go the bartender to get our bags and when I return I see Peyton and the girl arguing, but Peyton's got a full drink in her hand. I stand beside her and hand her, her purse. I'm getting a bad vibe from this situation.
"thanks babe" she says taking the bag and putting an arm around me. Now she's being my girlfriend? Where was this an hour ago when we came into the club?
"I think you need to step off" Peyton threatens the girl.
"or what? I'll kick your scrawny ass all the way to Timbuktu."
"it wouldn't matter if you could, because my girlfriend wouldn't going to settle for trash like you anyways" she says pointing a finger at her with her free hand. Peyton's actually a pretty good trash talker.
"what did you call me?" she asks pushing Peyton's hand away and taking a step closer.
"okay, calm down, let's just go back to having some fun" I say. "Peyton let's get out of here" I whisper into her ear.
"no I'm not leaving until this bitch apologizes for calling me trash!" the girl yells. Now we're drawing a crowd. Oh god, is that security?
"Peyton-"
"-what did you just call me?" Peyton yells back. Note to self never get into a bar fight with Peyton Sawyer.
"I called you a bitch! You and that skanky girlfriend of yours" whoa, whoa, whoa, what did she just call me?
"oh that's funny" Peyton says sarcastically. "well at least I have a girlfriend. I don't have to go around to bars trying to pick up other girls like some sluts" oh shit, Peyton is really provoking her.
"that's it" she girl says and slaps my girlfriend across the face. I can't take it anymore, so I slap her back, and Peyton dumps her drink all over her. She just stands there as she lets Peyton poor the drink on her too. I never understood why people don't move in situations like these.
Speaking of moving, I do believe that is security and the owner of the bar coming our way.
"Peyton, run!" I yell. She sees what I see and we both make mad dash for the exit. We run out the doors pushing passed everyone and down the street. We see the bar owner, a security guard and one pissed off lesbian standing at the door as we run away. We can't stop laughing, but we know we have to get as far away from there as possible. We turn the corner just to get out of their view. We finally stop and take a breath, and keep laughing.
"oh my god, I can't believe you threw your drink on her!" I say through tears of laughter.
"me? I can't believe you slapped her"
"well she slapped you"
"well she was hitting on you"
"well… it's a good thing we were there for each other then, wasn't it?""
"it was" she answers me.
"so, uh, how do we get home because we're too drunk to drive, plus your car is back at the bar, and I don't see any cabs around here"
"yeah… Tree Hill doesn't have too many taxis."
"so?"
"hold on, I'll call someone" she says and pulls out her phone.
10 minutes later we're picked up by a rather small, old car with a handsome brunette in the front seat.
"alrlght, get in" he says.
"Jason!" we both yell at the same time and start laughing.
"it's Nathan" Nathan corrects us.
"thanks Jason, we owe you" Peyton says patting him on the head, she's a fun drunk. We walk around to the passenger side and I get in the back seat while Peyton gets in the front seat.
"why do you smell like liquor?" he asks as he starts driving.
"oh…" Peyton says with a small chuckle. "must have got some on me when I dumped it all over that angry lesbian"
"but it wasn't her fault" I defend her from the back seat.
"the angry lesbian slapped her, so I slapped her back, and it all just kind of happened really fast" I slur out. God I am so wasted.
"what the hell did you guys do tonight?" Nathan asks. Yeah, from where he is I bet this sounds like a completely crazy story. "what ever, I probably don't want to even know… I'm just going to take you guys home"
Half an hour later we stumble into Nathan and Haley's apartment still drunk. Peyton trips over her own feet and I can't help but laugh out loud as she falls to the floor. That girl is crazy.
"shh, Haley's sleeping" Nathan whispers as he helps Peyton up. All of a sudden the lights turn on and Peyton and I look up, because we sure as hell know Nathan didn't turn them on and neither did we.
"what's going on?" a mysterious voice asks.
"God?" I ask. Peyton just bursts out laughing. What? that could totally be god. Oh wait, its Haley. Aww look she's in her little pink Pyjamas. She looks like she's 10 or something. Well maybe a really tall 10 year old, what ever.
"hey babe, sorry. Peyton called me to pick them up from a bar" Nathan says.
"are you guys drunk?" she asks, still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"no" Peyton and I answer at the same time, we can't help but let out a little giggle together. Damn, we are so synchronized tonight. We try giving each other a high five, but fail miserably as our hands don't even touch each other's.
"wait, so why are they here? In our home." Haley asks.
"well I didn't know where Rachel lives and she got as far as telling me 123 Fake Street, then realized it wasn't her home. And Peyton couldn't remember Rachel's address either. And I didn't really want to leave Rachel at Peyton's house. Alone." Nathan explains.
"fine" she lets out a sigh. She goes to the closet and pulls out a couple of blankets. Nathan leads us to the couch and Haley tosses the blankets on top of us.
"good night guys" Haley says tiredly.
"good night Haley" we say together.
"good night ladies" Nathan says.
"good night Jason" we say together again and laugh out loud. Ah, that Jason is a funny guy.
I wake up to the familiar scent of bacon and open my eyes. Oh my god, huge mistake! My head is killing me. Ow! Freakin hell! I try to push my upper body up to see where I am when I hear a groan from underneath my hand. Oh, I accidentally pushed my self up with Peyton's head. My bad.
I sit up, or at least try. But for some reason, my upper body is on the floor while my legs are up on the couch. Don't laugh. Peyton's in the same position. I slowly try to stand up and I look around to see Haley cooking breakfast
"Haley?" I ask, why Haley here? Where is here?
"morning Rachel" so it is her.
"what am I doing here?"
"well I'm still not entirely clear on that, but as far as I know you and Peyton got drunk last night and ended up coming here"
"and here is?"
"my apartment"
"oh" I say getting up and sitting on one of the stools.
"so what did happen last night?"
"trust me, if I remembered it all I would tell you" I say getting a small laugh out of her. Within a few minutes Peyton finally gets up and finds her way over to the stool beside me.
"what about you? Do you remember last night?" Haley asks.
"parts of it" Peyton replies.
"well it sounds exciting so try and piece it together for me" Haley says.
"alright, well it started and ended in a lesbian bar" I start and Haley automatically looks up at us, shocked.
"right, then next were some drinks and jello shots" Peyton adds.
"and then Peyton was dancing with a girl, then I was dancing with a girl" I say.
"then there were some more jello shots" Peyton says.
"oh, then there was that other lesbian" I say flashing back to that bitch. Ugh.
"oh no" Haley says fakely.
"no, Hales you don't get it. This lesbian… was like a super lesbian" Peyton says making Haley laugh harder.
"what? Did she have 3 boobs or something?"
"no but she had an attitude" I say.
"let's just say a couple of people got slapped and someone was doused in my drink and it wasn't us" Peyton says pointing to us.
"well, I'm never going out with you guys to the bar… just one question: why were you at a lesbian bar in the first place?"
"oh well, see… we need your help oh wise one" Peyton starts with a smile, but I can already see Haley role her eyes. I guess this was Peyton's expert.