Chapter 13: Intoxicating Indulgence
::remix of Sugar Ray's Mr. Bartender blares and 7 gorgeous teens descend into the club scene easily::
…it's so easy, it's so right. It's so easy to rock it all night. Mr. Bartender, Mr. DJ make me feel good…
…put your drinks on the ground, just get on the floor and lose your mind…
Cosmo's décor played off of celestial themes, with a ceiling painted in swirling blacks and blues with glowing silver stars and moons. The bar ran along the right side, curving with a glittery countertop reminiscent of the Milky Way. There were plush sofas and high-backed booths that dotted the left walls. Thick strips of silver sheer fabric were set up on top of large fan vents, allowing them to flutter into the air framing a spacious dance floor that occupied the center.
The girls toasted a couple of test tube shots before they plunged into the throbbing mass of people on the dance floor and immediately attracted plenty of attention dancing with each other. Moving alluringly to the music, there was no short supply of playboy characters eager to position hands on a girl's hips. Shelly had hooked herself a dark, tall, and handsome type and was quite occupied with the catch. Kiki had selected a gentlemanly guy with stylish little glasses and floppy hair. He reminded Chastity of Ken, but he was no where near as attractive. Chastity eased away from her own suitor and weaved a way towards the bar, finding herself suddenly parched. She had just seated herself and called the bartender over when she felt a warm hand on her bare back. Damn guys and their uninvited touching.
"Excuse?" Chastity spun around, ready to chide an assuming male.
"How about a drink?" Jerry sat himself next to her and ordered himself a drink before turning to inquire about her beverage of choice.
"The cosmos are discounted tonight. Club special." The bartender pointed to an illuminated marker board behind him.
"Perfect. I love those. Are you treating Jerry?"
"It couldn't be any other way. Girls should never have to pay when in the company of a man," Jerry blabbed indifferently.
"Where are the others?" Chastity had caught a glimpse of Vanness on the dance floor but no one else.
"Enjoying themselves I'm sure. Becca's going to love finding all of us hung over tomorrow," Jerry mused.
"I doubt it'll be a problem. We don't ever get drunk," Chastity pointed out their habit of refraining from any drinks the last couple of hours they were at a club to get sobered up. Rebellious, party-goers: yes. Careless, sloppy? No. Not these kids.
Jerry gulped down the remainder of his Long Island and watched Chastity sip her pink cocktail. Jerry was tracing the edge of a small platter with one finger, leaning his head against the other hand. He lifted a cherry from the bowl and twirled it in front of Chastity. She smirked, knowing flirtatious behavior well, and reached to take the cherry from his hand. She popped it into Jerry's mouth instead but left a finger on his soft lips. The bartender brought another cosmo, and Chastity downed it in a hurry, eager to find some new, less electrifying company. Cosmopolitans are potent, and Chastity knew that. It was her third cocktail, and she had exceeded her usual tolerance for such a short period of time. Practically chugging two of them was probably not the wisest of ideas, but it was too late to reconsider that as she slid away from the bar, leaving Jerry there. She wasn't woozy or even buzzed yet, but it was coming. Throwing a glance back at his figure, she bumped into someone on the dance floor.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
"Don't worry about it Chas."
"Heya Vic! Ow!!" Chastity was smiling in recognition of a familiar face when an unfriendly shove sent her flying forward. He caught her effortlessly, but the stranger had stepped on the back of her shoes. She placed a hand on Vic's shoulder for support and lifted a leg to adjust the strap on her black stilettos. Unfortunately, there were just too many people moving around on the dance floor for this to be possible. Vic immediately stooped down and adjusted the tie for her swiftly.
"Hurt?" Vic asked her, standing up.
"Nope. I could dance all night in these, if I don't bump into anyone else. I'm serious!" She insisted seeing Vic eye her heels questionably.
"Let's see then," Vic slid an arm around waist and moved them to another portion of the floor. Unexpectedly the fast paced song they were grinding to slowed a bit. Vic pulled her slightly closer, and she didn't mind.
"You brought your own shampoo," Vic whispered into her ear.
"Yeah. Of course," Chastity reflected on how strange Vic could be even in a situation like this.
"I'm glad…"
"What do you mean? And were you in my shower?" Chastity asked.
"No, but it's not the first time I've been close enough to smell the fragrance."
"I'll get you some for Christmas then!" Chastity laughed at the silliness of their dialogue.
"I was actually wondering if I'm more attracted to the sweet smell or the sweet face." Vic and Chastity met eye to eye now, and the effects of the three mixed drinks must have sunken in because Chastity felt her face heat up most rapidly.
She wasn't thinking at all anymore, and her mind went blank when they kissed. Chastity didn't know if she kissed him, if he kissed her, or if they just fell into each other, but she didn't care. Vic was a pleasurable kisser, and Chastity deepened it as he hugged her tighter. She couldn't believe the unusually quiet boy could have such a way with his tongue. Slowly easing their way off the dance floor, they slipped into a booth. When they finally pulled away, gasping slightly for air, Chastity grasped a bearing of what was going on. Half of her mind screamed that she should consider her actions and the other half taunted that consequences were of little importance at the moment. Chastity sat back, snuggling under the arm that Vic had casually draped over her. The silence was slightly awkward as Chastity pondered her next move. Smoothly, Ken slipped into the seat across from them with a drink in hand.
"Hey kids. I need a breather. These ski resort girls have way too much energy," Ken sighed happily. "What's wrong with you two? Tired already?"
"What time is it?" Chastity asked Ken.
"Nearly 3, I think." Ken glanced down at his wrist. Meanwhile the corrupting side of Chastity's brain had taken temporary control, and Chastity reached out to snag Ken's glass. She had guzzled half of it when he grabbed her wrist.
"Chas? You usually go for the fruity stuff. How many have you had?" Ken's protective nature kicked into full gear, sensing that Chastity was probably more intoxicated than she was tired. He would never have guessed that she was weak in the knees from a bit of passion with the boy next to her too.
"Dunno. Four? Maybe?" Chastity tried to recount the random shots here and there too.
"Right then. Vic likes to get lots of sleep. What do you say the three of us head back first? I'll go tell the others." Ken started to rise.
"Don't you have a mass of adoring fans to attend to?" Chastity was referring to the string of girls he was with a few minutes ago.
"We'll be here for days. I'm not worried, and I probably have to pick up Becca tomorrow too," Ken dismissed the question.
After he left, Vic planted a few soft kisses in Chastity's hair, but neither of them said or did anything else.
~
Chastity drifted off to sleep in the backseat, against the warmth of Vic's chest. The ride back to the house was rather short, and soon Chastity had the sensation that she was being carried.
"Anything you want to tell me?" Ken asked Vic, following him upstairs. With Chastity in his arms, he paused at the top of the stairs to reply, "I like her."
"I like her too. EVERYONE likes her. Jerry seems to like, like her even. This isn't your style Vic," Ken pointed out.
"It's nothing. She just had too much to drink."
"But you didn't. You know full and well what you're doing," Ken went on.
"Guilt, pity, attraction? I don't know. Tonight was fun, can't we leave it at that?" Vic sighed.
"Just…think about it. Certainly we all know what happens if you hurt her at all right?" Ken patted Vic on the back before heading back to his room. He didn't know if this development was good, or inconvenient. The possessive portion of his heart didn't want to see Chastity get cozy with any guy other than himself. He had designated himself as her guardian of sorts, and tonight he deemed that Vic wasn't the worst kind of guy she could go for. Ken relaxed a little, thinking that Chastity's behavior the next morning would determine everything, if she remembered the night clearly.
Vic tucked Chastity in, then promptly fell asleep beside her. Sometime in the night, they cuddled closer to each other until their legs tangled, and she was cradled in his embrace.
[ooh scandalous!!! Haha…I'm leaving you with a bit of a cliffhanger? And yeah, I'm leaning towards Vic + Chas…I personally think the next chapter is a killer. You'll have to wait though…]
::remix of Sugar Ray's Mr. Bartender blares and 7 gorgeous teens descend into the club scene easily::
…it's so easy, it's so right. It's so easy to rock it all night. Mr. Bartender, Mr. DJ make me feel good…
…put your drinks on the ground, just get on the floor and lose your mind…
Cosmo's décor played off of celestial themes, with a ceiling painted in swirling blacks and blues with glowing silver stars and moons. The bar ran along the right side, curving with a glittery countertop reminiscent of the Milky Way. There were plush sofas and high-backed booths that dotted the left walls. Thick strips of silver sheer fabric were set up on top of large fan vents, allowing them to flutter into the air framing a spacious dance floor that occupied the center.
The girls toasted a couple of test tube shots before they plunged into the throbbing mass of people on the dance floor and immediately attracted plenty of attention dancing with each other. Moving alluringly to the music, there was no short supply of playboy characters eager to position hands on a girl's hips. Shelly had hooked herself a dark, tall, and handsome type and was quite occupied with the catch. Kiki had selected a gentlemanly guy with stylish little glasses and floppy hair. He reminded Chastity of Ken, but he was no where near as attractive. Chastity eased away from her own suitor and weaved a way towards the bar, finding herself suddenly parched. She had just seated herself and called the bartender over when she felt a warm hand on her bare back. Damn guys and their uninvited touching.
"Excuse?" Chastity spun around, ready to chide an assuming male.
"How about a drink?" Jerry sat himself next to her and ordered himself a drink before turning to inquire about her beverage of choice.
"The cosmos are discounted tonight. Club special." The bartender pointed to an illuminated marker board behind him.
"Perfect. I love those. Are you treating Jerry?"
"It couldn't be any other way. Girls should never have to pay when in the company of a man," Jerry blabbed indifferently.
"Where are the others?" Chastity had caught a glimpse of Vanness on the dance floor but no one else.
"Enjoying themselves I'm sure. Becca's going to love finding all of us hung over tomorrow," Jerry mused.
"I doubt it'll be a problem. We don't ever get drunk," Chastity pointed out their habit of refraining from any drinks the last couple of hours they were at a club to get sobered up. Rebellious, party-goers: yes. Careless, sloppy? No. Not these kids.
Jerry gulped down the remainder of his Long Island and watched Chastity sip her pink cocktail. Jerry was tracing the edge of a small platter with one finger, leaning his head against the other hand. He lifted a cherry from the bowl and twirled it in front of Chastity. She smirked, knowing flirtatious behavior well, and reached to take the cherry from his hand. She popped it into Jerry's mouth instead but left a finger on his soft lips. The bartender brought another cosmo, and Chastity downed it in a hurry, eager to find some new, less electrifying company. Cosmopolitans are potent, and Chastity knew that. It was her third cocktail, and she had exceeded her usual tolerance for such a short period of time. Practically chugging two of them was probably not the wisest of ideas, but it was too late to reconsider that as she slid away from the bar, leaving Jerry there. She wasn't woozy or even buzzed yet, but it was coming. Throwing a glance back at his figure, she bumped into someone on the dance floor.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
"Don't worry about it Chas."
"Heya Vic! Ow!!" Chastity was smiling in recognition of a familiar face when an unfriendly shove sent her flying forward. He caught her effortlessly, but the stranger had stepped on the back of her shoes. She placed a hand on Vic's shoulder for support and lifted a leg to adjust the strap on her black stilettos. Unfortunately, there were just too many people moving around on the dance floor for this to be possible. Vic immediately stooped down and adjusted the tie for her swiftly.
"Hurt?" Vic asked her, standing up.
"Nope. I could dance all night in these, if I don't bump into anyone else. I'm serious!" She insisted seeing Vic eye her heels questionably.
"Let's see then," Vic slid an arm around waist and moved them to another portion of the floor. Unexpectedly the fast paced song they were grinding to slowed a bit. Vic pulled her slightly closer, and she didn't mind.
"You brought your own shampoo," Vic whispered into her ear.
"Yeah. Of course," Chastity reflected on how strange Vic could be even in a situation like this.
"I'm glad…"
"What do you mean? And were you in my shower?" Chastity asked.
"No, but it's not the first time I've been close enough to smell the fragrance."
"I'll get you some for Christmas then!" Chastity laughed at the silliness of their dialogue.
"I was actually wondering if I'm more attracted to the sweet smell or the sweet face." Vic and Chastity met eye to eye now, and the effects of the three mixed drinks must have sunken in because Chastity felt her face heat up most rapidly.
She wasn't thinking at all anymore, and her mind went blank when they kissed. Chastity didn't know if she kissed him, if he kissed her, or if they just fell into each other, but she didn't care. Vic was a pleasurable kisser, and Chastity deepened it as he hugged her tighter. She couldn't believe the unusually quiet boy could have such a way with his tongue. Slowly easing their way off the dance floor, they slipped into a booth. When they finally pulled away, gasping slightly for air, Chastity grasped a bearing of what was going on. Half of her mind screamed that she should consider her actions and the other half taunted that consequences were of little importance at the moment. Chastity sat back, snuggling under the arm that Vic had casually draped over her. The silence was slightly awkward as Chastity pondered her next move. Smoothly, Ken slipped into the seat across from them with a drink in hand.
"Hey kids. I need a breather. These ski resort girls have way too much energy," Ken sighed happily. "What's wrong with you two? Tired already?"
"What time is it?" Chastity asked Ken.
"Nearly 3, I think." Ken glanced down at his wrist. Meanwhile the corrupting side of Chastity's brain had taken temporary control, and Chastity reached out to snag Ken's glass. She had guzzled half of it when he grabbed her wrist.
"Chas? You usually go for the fruity stuff. How many have you had?" Ken's protective nature kicked into full gear, sensing that Chastity was probably more intoxicated than she was tired. He would never have guessed that she was weak in the knees from a bit of passion with the boy next to her too.
"Dunno. Four? Maybe?" Chastity tried to recount the random shots here and there too.
"Right then. Vic likes to get lots of sleep. What do you say the three of us head back first? I'll go tell the others." Ken started to rise.
"Don't you have a mass of adoring fans to attend to?" Chastity was referring to the string of girls he was with a few minutes ago.
"We'll be here for days. I'm not worried, and I probably have to pick up Becca tomorrow too," Ken dismissed the question.
After he left, Vic planted a few soft kisses in Chastity's hair, but neither of them said or did anything else.
~
Chastity drifted off to sleep in the backseat, against the warmth of Vic's chest. The ride back to the house was rather short, and soon Chastity had the sensation that she was being carried.
"Anything you want to tell me?" Ken asked Vic, following him upstairs. With Chastity in his arms, he paused at the top of the stairs to reply, "I like her."
"I like her too. EVERYONE likes her. Jerry seems to like, like her even. This isn't your style Vic," Ken pointed out.
"It's nothing. She just had too much to drink."
"But you didn't. You know full and well what you're doing," Ken went on.
"Guilt, pity, attraction? I don't know. Tonight was fun, can't we leave it at that?" Vic sighed.
"Just…think about it. Certainly we all know what happens if you hurt her at all right?" Ken patted Vic on the back before heading back to his room. He didn't know if this development was good, or inconvenient. The possessive portion of his heart didn't want to see Chastity get cozy with any guy other than himself. He had designated himself as her guardian of sorts, and tonight he deemed that Vic wasn't the worst kind of guy she could go for. Ken relaxed a little, thinking that Chastity's behavior the next morning would determine everything, if she remembered the night clearly.
Vic tucked Chastity in, then promptly fell asleep beside her. Sometime in the night, they cuddled closer to each other until their legs tangled, and she was cradled in his embrace.
[ooh scandalous!!! Haha…I'm leaving you with a bit of a cliffhanger? And yeah, I'm leaning towards Vic + Chas…I personally think the next chapter is a killer. You'll have to wait though…]