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"Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me." Misty growls through gritted teeth. Her grip on the plastic cup tightens. She is thankful that she has already drank half, otherwise alcohol would be spilling everywhere.
The douche-nozzle that is violently crossing boundaries gives a light laugh. "Look what you're wearin', babe. You're practically gagging for it."
Misty's jaw locks in anger. It's known that Misty can be a very angry drunk if provoked, a lesson Ash and Brock had to learn the hard way. She spins around in her seat, a tight grimace on her face. As she spins, Douche-nozzle's hand is relocated to her upper thigh which sets off even more frantic red flags.
Misty is about four minutes away from punching this guy in his cute button nose.
"I could be on a three year dry spell and I still wouldn't be gagging for you," she purrs, sipping from her dented cup. "Now, take your hand off me before I pour my drink all over you."
Douche-nozzle's grip tightens, a playful smirk overtaking his face. "Yeah, sure. C'mon babe, let's go back to mine."
An irritated sigh falls past Misty lips. She takes a final sip of her drink before reaching it forward and tipping it. Good alcohol, that she should be drinking instead of wasting, slowly trickles out of the cup. Douche-nozzle's mouth gapes open and closed in disbelief as his entire front becomes drenched.
The entire bar has been watching from the beginning. A few girls who had to put up with Douche-nozzle's antics earlier in the night begin to snicker. Snickers turn into claps and before anyone realizes it, the entire bar is cheering and whooping. Once all the liquid from her cup is gone, she crinkles it and drops it at the guy's feet. A giggle escapes her lips. "Oh, I'm so sorry. It completely slipped," Misty feigns innocence, a devious smirk tugging at her lips.
Douche-nozzle's nostrils flare in anger. "You fuckin' bitch," he growls, getting in Misty's face with bared teeth. She stares directly back at him, grin still plastered to her face.
Before anything else can transpire, the bartender speaks up. "You gotta go, man, before I have to call security to drag your ass out of here." Douche-nozzle scoffs and pulls away from Misty, murmuring a 'slut' as he leaves. Misty turns back to face the bar and takes the last shot, nerves fried. "I should kick you out, too, you know?" he laughs as he cleans a glass with a rag.
Misty bends down to pick up the cup she dropped and holds it out to him to dispose of properly. "You'd honestly be doing me a favor if you did," she says, glancing at the wedding party. She can see the three girls' eyes on her and decides that that's probably her cue to go over there. "Thanks for the shot. And for making him go away." Misty smiles as she grabs her final mixed drink. The bartender gives her a kind wink before he is off to help another customer.
The alcohol has finally begun to course through her blood system, slowly dragging her into a drunken daze. "That was some crowd you had over at the bar. Did you flash a tit or something?" Dawn questions, angry that the attention of every single patron at the club isn't on her.
"Oh, shut it." May says lightly, nudging Misty with a smile. "Saw the whole thing. Poured her drink on some jackass," she slurs before focusing her attention back onto the strippers. Dawn gives Misty a prissy scowl before turning to look at the stage once more.
What feels like hours pass and Misty is properly drunk. She looks at the table and notices Dawn is gone. Where'd the priss go? she wonders as her eyes wander up to May who is sat on a chair in the middle of the stage, a fit guy dancing provocatively on her. Suzie looks over at Misty and smiles which Misty returns before telling her that she is going to run to the bathroom. The redhead is amazed that she has been able to hold off for this long as it is.
Her legs wobble beneath her as she slowly makes her way through sweaty drunkards and grinding bodies. Once she reaches the bathroom and pushes her way through drunk girls taking pictures in front of the mirror, she is finally able to relieve herself. Upon leaving the bathroom, she passes a secluded area that allows for private dances and other things of the sort.
She wants to walk back to the table and finish off the night but blue hair and a bright pink bride sash catch her attention. Misty can't stop herself and soon enough she is peering into one of the rooms. Sitting on top of a practically nude man is Dawn herself. Their lips are locked in a heated battle for dominance and his hands are wrapped around her before they disappear under her pants.
The squeak that falls past Misty's lips might as well have been a scream because Dawn hears it all the same. Her head snaps up and lands on Misty's shocked face. Misty tries to make an escape but it takes seconds before Dawn is on her heels and pushing her against a wall. And now this is the second time in one night that Misty is being touched by someone she absolutely does not want to be touched by. "Get off me," she grits out, shoving Dawn away from her and straightening her outfit.
"What did you see?" Dawn hisses to which Misty grins.
"A cheater, that's what I saw."
"You're no different," Dawn pushes her, only angering Misty (which has been established to be a bad idea).
Misty immediately shoves her back, temper rising. "What the hell are you blabbering about?"
"Are you really that dumb?" Dawn laughs. "I saw you kiss Ash in the hallway the other day." So that's why there was so much animosity between them earlier in the night-well more than usual.
The scoff that rolls off Misty's tongue is condescending. "If you saw it, then you should know that it was Ash who kissed me, not the other way around. And I pushed him off."
Dawn immediately rolls her eyes. "I have Ash wrapped around my finger, so if you think telling him what you just saw is going to stop this wedding, you have another thing coming."
Now it's Misty's turn to roll her eyes. "I've moved on, I don't give a shit if you two get married."
"Oh?" Dawn's eyebrow raises, a smirk spreading her lips. Just as Misty is about to take her leave, Dawn speaks up. "Oh, Gary. Sob, sob. Ash hurt my feelings." Dawn mocks, grinning when Misty's whole body goes rigid. The blue-haired girl doesn't even have time to brace herself before Misty's hand whips out, latching onto her shoulder and pinning her to the wall.
The wave of sudden fear and shock that crosses Dawn's face eggs on Misty. "Keep Gary's name out of your filthy mouth," she whispers dangerously low.
Recovering, Dawn smiles. "Hit a nerve? When are you going to admit you don't actually like that cocky prick and that you're just using him to get over my fiance?"
"You're pathetic." Misty spits, separating herself from Dawn before spinning on her heel and stalking away. Her blood is boiling when she steps into the cool night air and hails down a cab. She checks the dash to see that it is nearly three in the morning. Despite the abundance of alcohol in her system, she feels more aware and conscious of her surroundings. It must be the fact that she is about five seconds away from punching a wall. How dare Dawn question Misty's feelings concerning Gary. What the hell does she know about loyalty? What does she know about genuine feelings? Apparently nothing considering she had another guy's hands in her pants.
She pays the cabbie and walks into the hotel, kicking her heels off halfway there because they've started to really hurt her feet. The lobby is completely empty when she walks in, no one in sight. A warm feeling begins to build in her stomach when she thinks about Gary lying asleep in bed, body facing the small nightstand, waiting for her phone call.
She tiptoes to the receptionist's counter and peers both ways to ensure no one is around before she reaches for the phone and dials Gary's room number. The phone rings three times before a sleep laden voice gravels out a 'hello?'
"Gar-Bear!" Misty draws out, all anger she was previously feeling easily dissipating. The rough chuckle he lets out sends spirals of arousal all throughout her body. How is it possible for a laugh to sound so sexy?
"Hey, you," he hums. Misty can practically hear the smile on his face. "Back to the hotel safe?" Misty let's out a little hum, taking her lip in between her teeth. "It's early for you to be back from a bachelorette party," he comments, voice less heavy from sleep.
Misty lets out a loud huff. "I'll tell you all about it when I see you."
"Want me to come down there and get you or do you just wanna come up?"
She smiles softly. "I'll just co-"
"Misty?" That godforsaken voice whispers.
Her blood runs cold. "Ash?" she murmurs. Because of the alcohol dulling her senses, she has a hard time concentrating on so many things and accidentally drops the phone behind the desk. "Shit!"
"You weren't at the club when we got there," Ash tries to explain. "Mist, I don't think I can do this." The alcohol radiating off of him is enough to make even Misty cringe.
"Brock. I need to call Brock so he can come take care of you," Misty says, trying so desperately hard to clear her head. She hauls her front half onto the counter and reaches for the phone only to be yanked back by her hips.
Ash's strong hands whirl her around and hold her firmly against him. "I don't want Brock. Mist, I need you. I only need you."
Adrenaline is quick to start pumping through Misty as she tried to push away Ash. "Stop being such a barbarian and let me go!" she grunts, fed up with being man-handled all night.
"No! I need you to understand how much I regret letting you go." The desperation in his voice rivals that of Misty's the day he walked out on her.
The tension in the room grows thicker with every second that Misty fruitlessly struggles to get out of his grip. And then the elevator dings, its doors opening to reveal viridian eyes clouded with fury.
Lemon in the next chapter ;)