Chapter 13: Do you…?
Notes: Star can't remember the right way to do tequila shots, so she's just mixing bits of memory in with absolute nonsense. Star now drinks champagne. *snorts* As we all know. ('meercats' and 'berds' *snorts again*)
Also, long chapter from Star.
Another thing, legal drinking/gambling age? *snorts* I can either plead 'Creative Licence' or 'I'm a Brit, different ages' or I can just say that everyone does stuff underage. Just because they're Disney characters doesn't mean they're any different.
Annie's POV
By StarI glare at Luis.
He glares back.
I hope he has a telepathic breakthrough right now. If he could hear what I'm thinking…
Urgh! What the hell was that fight all about? I was there the whole time, but I don't have a clue. Why doesn't he like Peter? Why would it matter if Peter was hitting on me or not? It's not like I've ever let a boyfriend screw up my friendship with Luis.
… Ok, so it's not like I've ever had a boyfriend, but that's not the point. If I had one I wouldn't let him get between Luis and I. And Peter won't be that boyfriend, even if Luis is right about him liking me.
I glare at Luis.
He glares back.
This could go on for ages.
"We're here." Portman announces, parking the van.
Adam starts bouncing again. I'll kill him if he keeps it up. Portman and Fulton have found Adam quite amusing. I have found him deeply irritating.
And that's Luis's fault. He put me in a bad mood.
"Let's go." Fulton prods, and I realise that everyone has left the van but me. "C'mon Annie, let's go check in."
I sigh and haul myself to my feet. Fulton throws an arm around me. "We're getting drunk tonight. Horribly so."
"Excellent!" I say.
"But you and Luis are not." He grins.
"What?" I ask.
"Now?" Fulton looks at Portman.
"Now." He agrees.
Before I know what's happening, Fulton has tossed me over his shoulder and I'm pretty sure that Portman has just done the same to Luis, and they set off through the hotel lobby.
"Ow!!" I yell indignantly. "Put me down!"
"In time." He replies, patting my rear end in a reassuring way.
To my right an almost identical exchange is taking place between Luis and Portman.
We ride in an elevator, I attack Fulton, but it has no effect at all. It's probably more embarrassing for Luis that his punches to Portman aren't even registering.
A quick walk down the hall and Luis and I are thrown into a room and there is a click as the door locks behind us.
"We'll let you out in the morning." They call as they walk away giggling.
I glare at Luis.
He glares back.
Damn it. There's only one way I'm getting through this night.
Tequila.
**
"Do you realise this is your fault!" I snap, racking up the glasses.
"Why is it my fault?" He snaps back, slicing limes.
"Because you were a complete and utter pig for no reason." I reply, keeping an eye on how much tequila I'm pouring.
"That's only because Peter was ogling you! And that's a reason." He searches for the salt.
"He was not ogling me." I slide his drink over to him.
"He was." He passes me the salt.
I sprinkle the salt on the back of my hand and set it down. "He was not ogling me. And so what if he was?"
"You're too good for him." We lick the salt.
"What?" We neck the shot.
"You heard." We suck the lime quarters.
I gaze at him stupidly. "I'm too good for him? You act like a psycho because you imagine that some guy is looking at me? What?"
"Peter is crushing on you." He pours another round.
I shrug. "I don't think so. And even if he is, so what?" I hand him the salt.
He stares at me open mouthed. "I… don't know. But this is your fault for yelling at me!" He picks up his glass.
"Oh, bite me. You were being scum." I lick the salt, down my drink and reach for the lime.
He follows suit quickly. "But you missed me. I heard you thinking!" He grins at me.
And damn it, I'm grinning back. Damn him.
Damn tequila too.
**
"See, I love you." Luis grins at me. Or more accurately. To the side of me. "I just don't…"
I frown. I'm sure there was meant to be more to that sentence.
"What was I saying?" He asks.
I shake my head. "No idea what so ever." I don't think I'll be shaking my head again. Now there are two of him. Three if I blink too fast.
"I hate this room."
"Me too." I have to agree. "Green carpet. Yuck. Maybe we could complain, call down to the manager, make him give us a new carpet?" I suggest.
"What did you just say?"
"Call downstairs? New carpet?"
He grins. "If we did, they'd have to come up to us…"
"And open the door…"
**
I have no idea where I am, but it's nice. I'm dressed as Britney Spears. I giggle catching a glimpse of Luis. He's dressed as Elvis.
"Annie, I've got the best idea." Luis slurs.
"What? And how come you get to have all the ideas?" I grin at him, feeling dizzy as he tugs me along by the hand. "You had the cocktails for 99 cents idea."
"I promise you can have the next idea after this one." He grins.
"What's your idea?"
He points at a sign on a nearby building.
My jaw drops. That is a bloody fantastic idea.