Chapter Twenty

I was getting ready for the party tonight. I had showered and dried my hair, and decided I would curl it. I did my makeup and I heard a few people downstairs. It was around 9:30, so I still had plenty of time. I went through my closet and found my sluttiest outfit. I hadn't worn it yet while I was here because I was with Soda and Dally was around. I hadn't partied much at all since I got here actually, and I was kind of looking forward to doing something I was used to. I slid into the tiny black miniskirt. It just barely covered my bum. Then I put on my pink top. It was skin tight and only covered my breasts and a little bit of my shoulders. I looked at my final creation in my mirror. I looked like a whore. I didn't care; tonight I was going to have fun. Tonight, I was going to show Soda I didn't need him. Tonight, I was single.

I went downstairs at 10:30. The place was already packed. I could hardly see through all the smoke. I went to the fridge to get a beer and noticed some guys were starting a poker game. I needed some extra cash, so I decided not to get totally bombed yet and told them I was joining too. Half of them stared at my chest the other half looked at me with surprise.

"You think you can beat us at poker, girly?" A really ugly looking guy slurred to me.

"Easily," I told him, looking him in the eye.

"How much cash you got?" he asked, slurring his words again. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'll go get it," I told him and ran upstairs. I went into Dally's room and dug to the bottom of his drawer. Sitting next to a heater was a wad of cash. I grabbed about half of it and stuck it in my bra, then ran back downstairs. I didn't think twice about it being Dally's money, I would win back triple that amount against these drunk idiots anyways. I played a wicked game of poker. Some of the guys were real mad that they were losing to a girl, while some just stared at me. By then end of the game it was just me against the ugly guy who had doubted me when I first came by. He was really determined. He stared me down as we put all the money on the table. I had come down with $200, and right now I could win over $500. I set down my cards on the table and he gasped at them. I had him. I won. I smiled slyly and he yelled.

"You little bitch!" he screamed, lunging at me. I deked out of his way and he fell. I laughed and so did some of the guys around us. He tried to get up and get me, but he was so drunk he stumbled down again. I laughed again as I collected my money. I knew I would win. I folded it all up and went upstairs. I replaced the money I had taken from Dally and put the rest in the bottom of my own drawer. Then I went back downstairs to enjoy the rest of the party.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed myself a beer. I stepped over the now passed out sore loser by the poker table and went to flirt with a guy who had been giving me looks all night. He was decent looking, black hair, brown eyes, and a slight build. I went over and he started chatting me up. I smiled and giggled at the stupid thing he said like some brainless broad, because I knew that's what he was going for. Before I knew it we were making out on the sofa. He was on top of me, all over me, but I didn't mind. I was pretty tipsy by now and this was what I had been looking for. Then for some reason, he stopped. He wasn't even on me anymore. I opened my eyes and saw Tim Shepard hauling him to his feet. I looked at him curiously as he said something quietly to the guy then threw him off to the side. The guy-his name was Paul- just stumbled back to his feet and stalked off, trying to look cool. I looked up at Tim.

"What you do that for?" I asked him in a harsh tone. He looked down at me and laughed then grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet.

"That's one of my boys, and I know that he has no idea you're Dally sister. So when Dal finds out and beats my boys head in, he isn't even going to know why," he explained to me, but I still didn't get why he cut into my make-out time. "I'm just watching out for my boy is all." I gave him a glare then went off to get another beer. He followed after me. "Aw, don't tell me you're mad at me, Hun," he said in a pouty voice. Then I had an idea. I turned around to face him.

"I am. You cut into my make-out time. Now I have no one to make out with and it's all your fault!" I said in a little girl voice, then sighed extra dramatically and looked at him, "you have to make this up to me somehow." I gave him a flirty smile and he stepped closer.

"Well, what could I do to make it up to you, huh?" he asked, teasingly. I smiled and stepped closer, so that our bodies were touching.

"Well... you could find me a new guy?" I said as I ran my finger across his collarbone. "He has to be tough. He's got to be strong, and dangerous. Brown eyes, preferably," I said as my hand went a little lower down his chest. He smiled at me as his hands went around my waist. "Oh! And he can't be a coward. He's got to be tough enough to face Dallas Winston." I told him and smiled slyly. I knew that would be the kicker. If he decided to kiss me, he was exactly my type-daring, brave, and bad. But if he walked away, then I would know I didn't want anything to do with him, and that he wasn't worth it if he was going to punk out like that. He took a moment before saying anything.

"Well..." he started, but I cut him off.

"I'm going to go dance. So, if you manage to find me the guy I'm looking for, bring him over to me and I'll forgive you," I said, as I abruptly pushed myself out of his arms and started dancing on one of the tables. I looked over at him only once, and smiled to myself when I saw he was staring at me with amazement at my boldness.

I was only dancing for a few minutes by myself when I felt strong arms go around my waist and pull me back into them. I smiled as I felt his breath on my neck.

"See, Jenny, the thing about that little speech you gave me is that there is absolutely no guy here brave enough to stand up to your brother," he said into my ear.

"Oh?" I asked him, smiling.

"Well... except me," he said, then turned me around and kissed me. The kiss was passionate and demanding. When he finally pulled his tongue out of my mouth we were both breathing hard. I smiled at him. "Am I forgiven for pulling Paul off you earlier?"

"You bet."

The rest of the night was a blur. It was Tim and me and dancing and kissing and lots and lots of drinks. I don't remember much, except laughing and falling a lot.

I woke up with a pounding headache, as can be expected. After lying still for a while, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the light, I got up. I stood for a minute holding my head before I shivered. I looked down at myself and sure enough, I was naked. I groaned at myself then turned to see Tim passed out in my bed. I squeezed my eyes shut, just to make sure he was really there. He was. Oh well, I wasn't planning on going that far tonight, but what's done is done I guess. I sighed and went to get myself woken up. I took a really long shower and Advil, and brought some Advil and water up for Tim. I got dressed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt and towel dried my hair. Then I sat next to Tim and shook him gently.

"Tim. Tim wake up," I whispered. He groaned and opened his eyes. "Hey," I said, smiling at him and handing him the pills and water, "here, take these." He smiled real wide at me.

"Thanks, how you feeling?" he asked me. I groaned and shook my head, "yeah. Same here." He looked around nervously then back to me, "So... uh, when does Dally get home?" I laughed at him, but it hurt my head so I stopped.

"Thought you said you weren't scared of facing Dally!" I reminded him.

"I ain't scared of ol' Dal, I was just wondering if I would have to fight him with my head thumping like this," he said to me.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't worry about it, he's in the cooler for a while," I told him, and he relaxed a little bit. "So, uh... you can just grab your clothes and go whenever you want, I'm just going to hang around here today and try to sleep off this hangover," I told him. I've done this before, and I know how awkward the morning after is sometimes, so I decided to make sure he didn't have to make up some lame excuse as to why he had to leave suddenly and never call again.

"You kicking me out already?" he asked me, which surprised me; usually they book it out of there as soon as they could.

"Why, were you planning on staying?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, I was thinking we could go get breakfast or something," he said, completely serious, I looked at him with surprise, "but if you don't want to I'll just go."

"No. No, breakfast sounds nice, actually," I felt so rude now. He got dressed and we went out to eat. It was really nice, besides the fact that we were both kind of out of it from our hangovers. I went out in my sweats, and my wet hair in a bun, I didn't care how I looked, I wasn't about to dress up when I felt like crap. I wanted to be comfortable; Tim didn't seem to care, either. It turned out to be a pretty nice morning.

Author's Note:

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