Jazz and Allycat's house was just a larger version of our shack.
We were both situated along a tiny offshoot of the Fowl River, which meandered through the South Western most part of Alabama before it piddled off into nothing.
Dusk had fallen as we made our way across the rocky path between our houses, and as soon as the vehicle had stopped, I was on my feet and marching toward the door.
I needed to see Bella.
"Whoa now, I think I needs to warn ya a bit before y'all go in thear," Jazz said, bracing his arms wide across the doorway.
I could hear raucous laughter erupting from inside, both male and female, and I gestured for him to continue before my head exploded.
"We may a given her a nip of da 'shine."
I stood, gaping at him as my mind struggled to translate what he'd said.
"You gave her moonshine?" I snarled, pushing him aside so I could find my girl.
"Bella?"
My feet froze just inside the doorway.
"Edward!"
Bella stumbled from where she had been sitting between a blonde with a fantastic rack and a muscle-bound meathead, and wobbled over to me.
Her eyes were glazed over and I worried that she might have accidentally let some of our secrets spill while she was inebriated.
"Why won't you fuck me, Edward?" she whimpered, collapsing into my arms as soon as she was close enough.
The people around me started laughing and I glared at them as I hoisted Bella's uncooperative and suddenly limp form into my arms.
"I can't believe you sauced her up," I growled, glaring at Jazz.
Allycat came up from behind him, her tiny body barely visible over his shoulder.
"Well whadua think I'as gonna do? Take her down to Bucky Giles Country Stoe an' show her da sights? I'as a fixin' to get to know her better, an let me tell ya, you better give dat girl some lovin' afore I take care a her myself," Allycat slurred, curling her fingers in a crude manner.
"Yo' girl's a really horny drunk. I'ad to slap her hands away from my Em's junk twice," the blonde said, motioning toward the beefcake's…er…junk.
"She's not used to drinking, especially moonshine," I spoke up, defending her even as I felt her start to drool on my shoulder. "Jazz, I'm takin' your four-wheeler."
I didn't wait for a reply as I strode out of the house and over to the vehicle.
Once I was sure Bella was conscious enough to hold onto me, I sped back to our house.
Someone had some explaining to do.
Guys! Your Southernisms help was EPIC! I'm trying very hard to work them all in. Got stories to share...send them my way. Thanks to RobsmyYummy for her Bucky Giles Country Stoe story, apparently Bucky actually had the word Stoe on the side of the building. Serious balls right there...
Tomorrow? Yeah...probably.
