So I've been putting off this chapter, because I wasn't sure how I'd go
about doing it, and I wasn't sure about how it'd turn out. But, I want to
get to what comes after it, so here we are.
Thanks for all the great reviews. I was really nervous about starting a
Liason fiction, but you guys have made it worth the time.
***The Bar***
"Give them another!" the blonde hollered. Liz looked over at the two men. They'd been drinking for over an hour, shot after shot. Jerry's eyes were completely blood shot. She looked over at Jason, and tried not to laugh. He was starting to sway on his stool, and he and Jerry were humming along with the jukebox music. Both men were loosing it. She'd never seen him really drunk. First time for everything. Liz looked over at the girl. With every shot she got a little bit closer to Jason. Liz didn't like that one bit.
"How long do they have to keep this up?" she asked.
"Until one of them folds."
"Look at them! They're going to drink each other senseless."
"Whatever works."
Liz looked at her coolly. What did she mean by that? This had gone far enough. She looked over at Jason and Jerry. They had seemed to really bonded over the their straws. Yeah, it gone far enough.
A group of goons had been standing with the blonde since she'd shown up. There was one standing over by the far wall by himself. A wicked grin splashed across her face.
"Hey you, what's your name?" she asked him softly. She'd been playing men since she was in middle school. This guy was barely out of college, and looked like lunch meat compared to other men she'd coned with her charm and angelic features.
"Mark"
"Mark? Nice name, are you from around here?" he shifted nervously under her gaze. She smiled in satisfaction, and moved closer.
"Nope."
"You don't talk much do you?"
"Only when I'm supposed to." There was her window.
"And you're not supposed to talk to me?" "Nope."
"Why is that?"
"Kate's orders."
"The blonde? Is that her name? Hmm, now how did a guy like you end up working for a girl like her?"
"She needs guards."
"From what? Me?" She smiled some more at him when he smiled at her teasing.
"No from guys like him." He pointed to Jason, who was now swinging his glass in the air following Jerry's lead. Kate was over by the corner ordering up more drinks. Liz rolled her eyes at the tramp.
"Well see that's the thing, my friend and I need to borrow Kate's boat, but she won't give us the keys unless AJ wins this little game of hers. Wait, no, nevermind."
"What?"
"Well, you don't know of any other way to get a hold of her keys now do you?" Her hand rested on his forearm, lightly stroking it to get her way. He looked down at her with a dry mouth.
"What's in it for me?"
"I'll be very grateful," was all she said, but the way she looked at him insinuated so much more.
"It could be arranged."
"I'll be waiting right here." Mark went off into the opposite direction. She could only hope he didn't sell her out. Now the only thing she had to worry about was how to get Jason out before he completely passed out. Part of her wanted to get Jason out of here, and get him somewhere away from Kate, come back for the boat and leave. But she knew the only shot she and of getting out of here was to wait for Mark. It wasn't like Jason was going anywhere.
When Mark returned moments later he handed the keys over to her without hesitation. Like a dog waiting for his reward. Pathetic.
She leaned into him, "You have no idea how grateful I am to you." He smiled triumphantly, and began to wrap his arms around her. She released herself from his grasp, "Hmm, no, not yet. I need to help my friend out first. You understand don't you. Then you and I can go play our own games."
"Okay, this has gone far enough. I'm taking him, and we're out of here." Liz stated indignantly. Kate gave her a patronizing stare, "He's not going anywhere."
"Look lady, He's not staying here and I'll be damned if I'm going to watch and let him drink himself into oblivion. I don't want your boat, and I don't want you anywhere near AJ. Understand me?" She pulled Jason's glass from his hand, and hoisted him up before Kate could protest.
Jason began to sway a little too far to his right for Liz's comfort. She put his arm around her shoulder, and her arm around his waist. He moved his head drunkenly towards her, "Did I win?"
"Yeah Jase, we won," she whispered.
"I'm not letting you just walk out of here." Kate screamed.
Liz looked up her, "I have 200 something pounds of pure muscle leaning into me. I've been inhaling male sweat and alcohol all afternoon. And watching you throw yourself at my friend here has been nothing less than repulsing. So you think I'm not going to leave, please feel free to watch me walk straight through that door. One foot in front of the other."
* * * Okay, I know no real drunken confessions, but it wouldn't be any fun if I didn't make you work for it.( Sorry it took me so long to get this part out. Blame it on lack of motivation I guess. But you want to know what motivates me? Reviews! Lots of them!
***The Bar***
"Give them another!" the blonde hollered. Liz looked over at the two men. They'd been drinking for over an hour, shot after shot. Jerry's eyes were completely blood shot. She looked over at Jason, and tried not to laugh. He was starting to sway on his stool, and he and Jerry were humming along with the jukebox music. Both men were loosing it. She'd never seen him really drunk. First time for everything. Liz looked over at the girl. With every shot she got a little bit closer to Jason. Liz didn't like that one bit.
"How long do they have to keep this up?" she asked.
"Until one of them folds."
"Look at them! They're going to drink each other senseless."
"Whatever works."
Liz looked at her coolly. What did she mean by that? This had gone far enough. She looked over at Jason and Jerry. They had seemed to really bonded over the their straws. Yeah, it gone far enough.
A group of goons had been standing with the blonde since she'd shown up. There was one standing over by the far wall by himself. A wicked grin splashed across her face.
"Hey you, what's your name?" she asked him softly. She'd been playing men since she was in middle school. This guy was barely out of college, and looked like lunch meat compared to other men she'd coned with her charm and angelic features.
"Mark"
"Mark? Nice name, are you from around here?" he shifted nervously under her gaze. She smiled in satisfaction, and moved closer.
"Nope."
"You don't talk much do you?"
"Only when I'm supposed to." There was her window.
"And you're not supposed to talk to me?" "Nope."
"Why is that?"
"Kate's orders."
"The blonde? Is that her name? Hmm, now how did a guy like you end up working for a girl like her?"
"She needs guards."
"From what? Me?" She smiled some more at him when he smiled at her teasing.
"No from guys like him." He pointed to Jason, who was now swinging his glass in the air following Jerry's lead. Kate was over by the corner ordering up more drinks. Liz rolled her eyes at the tramp.
"Well see that's the thing, my friend and I need to borrow Kate's boat, but she won't give us the keys unless AJ wins this little game of hers. Wait, no, nevermind."
"What?"
"Well, you don't know of any other way to get a hold of her keys now do you?" Her hand rested on his forearm, lightly stroking it to get her way. He looked down at her with a dry mouth.
"What's in it for me?"
"I'll be very grateful," was all she said, but the way she looked at him insinuated so much more.
"It could be arranged."
"I'll be waiting right here." Mark went off into the opposite direction. She could only hope he didn't sell her out. Now the only thing she had to worry about was how to get Jason out before he completely passed out. Part of her wanted to get Jason out of here, and get him somewhere away from Kate, come back for the boat and leave. But she knew the only shot she and of getting out of here was to wait for Mark. It wasn't like Jason was going anywhere.
When Mark returned moments later he handed the keys over to her without hesitation. Like a dog waiting for his reward. Pathetic.
She leaned into him, "You have no idea how grateful I am to you." He smiled triumphantly, and began to wrap his arms around her. She released herself from his grasp, "Hmm, no, not yet. I need to help my friend out first. You understand don't you. Then you and I can go play our own games."
"Okay, this has gone far enough. I'm taking him, and we're out of here." Liz stated indignantly. Kate gave her a patronizing stare, "He's not going anywhere."
"Look lady, He's not staying here and I'll be damned if I'm going to watch and let him drink himself into oblivion. I don't want your boat, and I don't want you anywhere near AJ. Understand me?" She pulled Jason's glass from his hand, and hoisted him up before Kate could protest.
Jason began to sway a little too far to his right for Liz's comfort. She put his arm around her shoulder, and her arm around his waist. He moved his head drunkenly towards her, "Did I win?"
"Yeah Jase, we won," she whispered.
"I'm not letting you just walk out of here." Kate screamed.
Liz looked up her, "I have 200 something pounds of pure muscle leaning into me. I've been inhaling male sweat and alcohol all afternoon. And watching you throw yourself at my friend here has been nothing less than repulsing. So you think I'm not going to leave, please feel free to watch me walk straight through that door. One foot in front of the other."
* * * Okay, I know no real drunken confessions, but it wouldn't be any fun if I didn't make you work for it.( Sorry it took me so long to get this part out. Blame it on lack of motivation I guess. But you want to know what motivates me? Reviews! Lots of them!