"You can call me Ryan, you know." I said, blushing. I was only nineteen, for christ's sake. And these girls were what, eighteen? That was sad. "Okay, well, we'll be back pretty late, then. You have our cells." I said, not believing that I could even talk like this. The girls nodded and I looked around the hotel room that we had booked for the girls to watch Peter in. This wasn't a good idea…I knew it.
I turned, looking at Jac and squeezing her hand. It was amazing what one night could do. We had spent the day on the bus tucked into the corner of the bedroom, giggling, remembering all the crazy times that they had spent together. They had spent the night in each other's arms, something that Ryan had longed for and wished for since the night he found out she was gone. He wasn't sure if they were together or not, but he didn't want to spoil it by asking.
We turned, walking to the bus stop that would take us to the club where the party was. I caught Jac's eye, smiling at her and she smiled back. I breathed in and out, stepping onto the bus. The whole bus ride we listened to the eager chatting of Spencer and Jon and Brendan, who were talking about what kind of people would be at the party. I rolled my eyes, knowing that tonight was really going to be fun. I could have fun, and get drunk, and not have to worry about anything.
When the bus stopped at the club we got out, Jac instantly seeing the crowds and clinging to me, her arm wrapping around my waist. I chuckled to myself. About two years ago Jac had been the one that loved these type of things. She was probably just a little out of practice. She'd get right back to being the old Jac after a few shots. There were screams from the people crowding the front of the club, and the club's security guards pushed them away as we entered the club.
A techno-like beat was pounding through the club, and I was smiling, turning to Jac. She still looked scared. I couldn't believe it, was Jac really scared of crowds now? Jac had practically longed for a crowd. "Wanna dance?" I asked, turning to Jac. She shook her head no and I sighed, trying to find the bar. We walked to the bar, and we waited till the bar tender was really busy to order our drinks. No ID necessary, perfect.
"Want a drink?" I asked. Jac shook her head no. I shrugged, leaning back and taking a swig of my vodka. In a few minutes, Jon and Spencer had disappeared, leaving Brendon, Jac and I there. I tapped my fingers against the bar, finishing off my second vodka. I turned to look at Jac and she had her phone to her ear. Seeing that I was looking at her, she covered the mouth piece. "I have to go out and take this, can you hold on a second?" She asked.
I nodded, feeling tipsy already. I got another vodka, taking another swig and looking at Brendon, my mind feeling like it was taking a trip to Wonderland and leaving me there. Brendon was drunk, giggling at Jac, as was I, as our eyes followed her trying to maneuver her way out of the crowd. "Why do you even like her?" Brendon slurred, his voice getting low and husky.
I shrugged, a drunken smile flashing across my face. We giggled more, and drank more, until the point that we were both unbearably drunk. "Come here." Brendon drunkenly giggled, holding out a lime slice. I rolled my eyes, even though I was drunk I knew this trick. I leaned in closer, smiling. "Now what?" I asked. "Bite it." Brendon replied, a smirk on his face. Drunk as fuck, I leaned in, my lips just meeting the lime when Brendon quickly pulled it away and pressed his lips against mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. We were like that for about two minutes when I felt a presence coming from right behind me. I giggled, turning around and breaking the kiss. "Can I help—oh."
Jac.