She ordered a shot of tequila, downing it quickly, forcing herself not to choke as it burned it's way down into her stomach. She was on her sixth shot, when the numbness started to kick in. She smiled, stumbling as she jumped off her stool. She quickly found her balance and sauntered over to the pool tables. She could feel the men's eyes on her, but without the usual discomfort. She buried it, she wanted this, it was all part of her plan. She gazed at them quickly finding the meanest, toughest looking biker in the group and smiling at him as she strolled over.
"Well, look what we have here boys." He exclaimed as she approached. Francis stood in his corner glaring, unsure of how to react. "Care for a game princess?" He asked.
"I don't know how to play." Elizabeth replied batting her eyelashes.
"Oh really, I could teach you." He said placing his arms on either side of the pool table trapping her in front of him as his friends laughed.
"Are you any good?" She asked hopping up to sit on the table causing his friends to roar in laughter.
"I'm the best there is." He replied arrogantly. Francis breathed a sigh of relief as Jason walked in. He didn't even spare Francis a glance as he stalked over to the group of men surrounding Liz. They parted at his glare.
"Let's go." Jason said grabbing Liz's hand and trying to pull her from the table. She wriggled out of his grasp. Glaring at him defiantly. The man she'd been flirting with turned around and stepped between them.
"Looks like the lady doesn't want to leave." he said with a smirk. As soon as the words were out of his mouth Jason grabbed him pinning him to the wall by his troat.
"You and your friends are going to stay away from her, understand." He said menacingly.
"Or what?" the man asked with as much bravery as he could with Jason cutting off his air supply.
"Or, I'll get angry." Jason replied calmly. He released the man who stumbled back towards his friends. He could here whisperings of, Jason Morgan, and enforcer.
"Sorry." The man began fearfully realizing who Jason was. "I didn't know she was with you." He said as his group moved to the far side of the bar. Jason turned to Elizabeth and was shocked when he was slapped across the face.
"Who do you think you are?" She demanded. Jason didn't bother replying instead picked her up and threw her over his shoulder walking them out of the bar.
"Put me down you neanderthal" She screamed as she beat her tiny fists against his back.
"Your welcome." Jason mumbled as he placed her on her feet in the parking lot. She swayed slightly before finding her balance. She opened her mouth to scream at him but quickly closed it.
"I think I'm gona throw up." She said rushing over to some bushes and puking in them. Jason sighed walking over to her. He held her hair back as she continued to empty her stomach. When she was done he helped her over to a near by bench shrugging out of his jacket he placed it over her shoulders and pulled a rag from his pocket and handed it to her to clean herself up.
"Thank you." She said quietly avoiding his gaze.
"No problem." He replied.
"I'm sorry." She began hesitantly. "I shouldn't have hit you."
"It's ok." he replied.
"Why are you being so nice to me." She asked finally meeting his gaze. He nearly lost his breath when she lifted her deep blue eyes to his. Reminding himself she was Sonny's sister, and drunk he tore his gaze away.
"Why shouldn't I be?" He asked.
"Because you don't know me." She replied. "My brother asked you to look out for me, didn't he?" Jason nodded. "Well, you don't have to."
"Maybe I want to." Jason replied. They sat silently as the wind picked up Liz shivered pulling her arms through his jacket for more warmth.
"Aren't you cold?" She asked.
"No, I don't really feel it." He replied. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"The cold?" She asked.
"No, what you were doing in there." He corrected.
"Why?" She asked. "It seems pretty obvious what I was doing."
"Sometimes it helps to talk." Jason began. "I'm a real good listener."
"You really want to know?' She asked.
"If you want to tell me." Jason replied.
"Do you know what nothing feels like." She asked.
"Yeah," He began meeting her gaze. "It's pretty much where I live."
