The young man stared at Cammy as she struggled to remain standing up strait. A crooked smirk ran itself across his face. There were some greenish yellow bruises littered along the side of his face. Almost healed. He spoke, paying extra attention to each word so he would enunciate it properly.

"Because of you I had to eat through a straw for three fucking weeks."

It was Lewis, Conner's friend. The one she had kneed in the jaw. Conner stepped from the shadows behind Lewis as he spoke matter-of-factly.

"My buddy had to have his jaw wired shut while it healed. Now me, I was stuck in bed with two snapped ribs. It hurt like hell every time any part of my body was moved. Did you know that happens when someone has broken ribs?"

Cammy stammered. She hadn't seen either of them since the day she helped Wagner

"No. I-I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

"Well you did, bitch."

Cammy retorted, beginning to get angry.

"Wait a minute. You were the ones beating up on Wagner. He was pretty bruised too."

Conner ran his finger along Cammy's face.

"But you, you didn't get a scratch."

Cammy grabbed for Conner's wrist but she couldn't move that fast. He caught her hand before it touched his. Cammy stared into Conner's eyes, now as angry as he seemed.

"You never told me what you're doing here."

"Later."

Conner nodded and Lewis went into the house. He pulled Cammy's wrist hauling her body towards his. Cammy pulled it back from him. At least her drunkenness didn't affect her strength. She must have pulled really hard because her body's momentum pulled her back wards and she had to brace herself against the house. She closed her eyes waiting for everything to stop spinning. He looked her up and down and started laughing.

"You are totally shit faced."

"Get off of my property."

"What are you going to do? Call the cops? You'll be turning yourself in. I'm sure they won't like all this teenage drinking. Neither would your military Daddy."

"How do you know about him?"

"When a bitch breaks my ribs I do make it a point to find out who her parents are. He's up for Cornel soon. I bet this party wouldn't make him look too good."

Cammy let out a sigh. Her mind was so clouded. She thought he was talking about her real father. Conner continued.

"Figures there would be nothing about your mother. You don't seem the girly type. Well aside from these."

He reached out and flicked one of Cammy's pigtails over her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!"

She pushed him back from her, hard. He stumbled backwards but caught himself on the railing of the porch.

"I'm not here to see you anyway. I'm looking for Wagner.

She was a little off balance after pushing Conner so hard, but she stood her ground despite her stomach turning.

"It's over Conner, let it go."

Just then Lewis came out of the house and spoke to Conner.

"I don't see him in there. Someone said he went to Club 10 with his buddy."

Cammy broke in relieved that Wagner wasn't in trouble.

"See he's not even here. Just leave…please."

Conner smiled eerily before speaking smugly.

"Oh, I like it when you beg."

Lewis started laughing. Cammy turned to leave the porch as she spoke.

"Fuck you both."

She opened the door to the house and stepped in. She stumbled forwards as her foot didn't quite lift up high enough to clear the threshold. Her face was inches from making contact with the floor when someone grabbed her arm. Cammy pulled her knees underneath her and the person let go of his grip on her arm. When she looked up to see who had caught her she guessed it was Lewis. She couldn't really tell, everything was spinning around her. She brought her hands to the side of her head to stop the spinning. Cammy hoped it would also stop her stomach's spinning. She heard Lewis speak to Conner.

"Dude, she looks like she's going to throw up. Maybe we should wait to deal with her another night."

"No. We finish this tonight. Now. Don't you forget about what she did to you. She pays tonight."

Cammy was having trouble understanding everything they were saying. She only knew it couldn't be good for her. Lewis protested Conner.

"It's not right. She's at a disadvantage. It wouldn't be fair."

Conner yelled at Lewis

"Who cares about fair?"

"I do. And I won't do it tonight. Some other time. She's drunk as hell."

Cammy reached up and grabbed the end table by the front door and used it to stand. Conner grabbed Lewis by the collar of his shirt as he yelled again.

"We're doing it tonight."

Lewis answered him calmly.

"No."

Conner pushed Lewis into Cammy who was still struggling for balance against the table. His body collided with hers and the two went tumbling over the table. Lewis quickly stood as Conner rushed from the house. However, Cammy remained on the floor. The sudden jolt wasn't doing wonders for her. Her stomach was doing somersaults over itself. She felt her body tense just in time to lean over as she began to throw up.

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"Hey, can I have another?"

Wagner lifted his empty beer bottle in the air and one of the waitresses nodding, reading his lips and judging his gestures. He reached over an patted Jack on the shoulder.

"Jack, dude, this place rocks."

Him and Jack looked each other in the eyes. They both started laughing uncontrollably. Maybe it was that they had been watching beautiful woman dancing around almost naked for the past three hours or maybe it was because they were both about two drinks past wasted. But it didn't matter. A waitress with long black hair came over with drinks for Wagner and Jack. She eyed the two.

"You guys look pretty young."

Both young men looked at each other then stared strait forward, momentarily sobered by her observation. She laughed.

"Ha, chill out guys, Jack's brother told me the deal. I was just messing with you."

She patted Wagner on the back gently.

"You're such a cutie. You sure you're only 17?"

Wagner smiled, hell he nearly blushed at her advances. Then the alcohol began to speak for Wagner.

"Does it really matter to you…"

He reached forward and pulled the name tag on the right side of her chest.

"…Lynn? Because it doesn't to me. My name's Wagner."

Suddenly, Wagner was pulled from his seat by his collar.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing little punk?"

Before Wagner could stammer an answer, the big biker holding him punched him in the face and dropped him onto the floor. Wagner brought his hand to his mouth and found blood. The biker was walking away laughing, his arm around Lynn. Wagner grunted and sprinted towards the biker. He used all his strength and pushed him. The biker stumbled into a table, spilling drinks all over the men who had been seated there. When he turned Wagner was low in a fighting stance.

"You're going to pay for that punk. You should've just taken the punch like a good little boy. Now you're going to get a beat down."

The biker rushed at Wagner as the men at the now knocked over table began standing and yelling. He ducked out of the way of his advances. Wagner turned just in time to see Jack smash a beer bottle over the bikers head. The biker stumbled a little, but now his attention was on Jack. Wagner wanted to help Jack with the biker but soon another man ran at Wagner. Wagner kicked the man in the stomach then placed a clumsy uppercut to his jaw. More glass breaking could be heard as Wagner saw Jack jump on the bikers back and scream.

"FIGHT!!!"

Wagner met his battle cry loudly.

"WOOOH HOOOO!!"

He smashed his fist into another man's face. An uproar could be heard among all the men in the club, which happened to be all the patrons, as all out hell broke loose.