Title: I've
Seen You Before
Author: TWbasketcase
Chapter Summary:
The trouble drinks can get you into…
Rated: T…just look
at the characters I am using and it will sum it all up.
A/N:
Just a couple of things I wanna touch on (since replying to reviews
is not allowed on this site) I am just going to 'casually' slip a
few things in here. 1. I am glad people are still interested in
stories focusing on these two. 2. The girl falling in the pit and
breaking her collarbone was actually based on a true event. When I
was fourteen I went to my first punk show or 'heavy metal vomit
party' (as they are referred to around here), and I watched it
happen. It was pretty brutal for sure. 3. This won't be as nearly
as angsty as my other B/A fic, 'And Then There Were Two',
I don't even know for sure yet if they will be pairing up
romantically…I haven't decided yet. BCJ: If you are planning on
writing a B/A fic…DO IT UP! I wanna read one that I'm not
writing! LOL. I will be your everlasting encouragement!
So now
that that's out of my system, on with the story!
Chapter 2 – Have a Drink on Me
"Two rum and cokes," Bender snapped at the bar tender. They had walked up to the bar together and he just couldn't believe this shit. He wasn't usually so snappy with ole Lloyd but he just couldn't take his focus off of this chick…
She had to be the weirdest person on the planet.
She stared at the wall ahead of her and occasionally jutted her chin out, or turned to glare at him. She seemed to be in this world of her own, and John just couldn't for the life of him figure out what was up her ass.
"Look, I'm sorry for plowin' your ass over, okay? You can stop hexing me now."
She turned to look at him with a menacing glare and growled: "Plowing me over? You almost crushed me!" She quickly whipped her head back so she was facing forward once more, and stuck her thumb nail in her mouth. Lloyd placed both drinks in front of John and he accepted them gratefully.
John cocked an eyebrow and nudged her shoulder, motioning to the drinks in front of him, "You want your drink or are you just beggin' me to slip somethin' in it?"
She ripped off the end of thumb nail and quickly spun around, spit it at him, and snatched her drink. The nail hit him in the eye and he quickly put his hand over it, "What the hell was that for? That could have caused blindness you know!"
She stuck out her tongue and in one motion gulped down the entire glass. She regarded John contently and smiled, "Are you going to drink that?"
He gave her a confused stare and nodded his head, "No…go ahead."
She scooped up the drink and placed it in front of her precisely. He watched as she looked up and down the bar for a few moments before finally her eyes settled on a condiments stand: "I'll be right back."
She slid off of her bar stool and walked slowly towards the said stand. Bender turned back around in his stool and shook his head. He could only meet chicks like that in this place. With the exception of the band groupie sluts, he could always find the strangest people there. Chicks who were into the whole Goth thing; junkies; party animals; tattooed and gum chewing freaks; and the people just like this girl, plain out weird.
But for some reason he didn't find it any more normal than that.
He waved Lloyd over for another round; obviously he wasn't getting his drink back so why not order some more? Surely he couldn't leave the place sober; his sole purpose of coming to this place was to listen to some good tunes and get a little tipsy. It was like an escape for him; somewhere he could go and he wouldn't be called a faggot every time he turned his back, somewhere he could go and not get the shit kicked out of him. He liked the fact that all the people around the club were just as fucked up as he was, and were looking for that exact same escape.
He turned his head and noticed the girl approaching him once more with a hand full of packages. He wondered momentarily what her story was. She sat down in the stool next to him with a face full of nothing except raw concentration and determination. She emptied the contents of her hands onto the table; he noticed salt packets, sugar packets, pepper, and vinegar. He watched with slight interest and slight repulsion as she emptied a vinegar packet into her drink, followed by a salt, and a sugar. She swished her creation around with her finger, sucked it dry, and then brought the glass up to her mouth and took a big drink.
"What the hell did you do that for?"
She swished the liquid around her mouth and then swallowed with an 'ah', "Sounded like a good idea at the time…"
He cocked an eyebrow, "Did the voices tell you that?"
She gave him a mock glare and winked, "No they told me to hurt you…I just thought the drink would distract me for awhile."
He nodded, "Sounds good…oh, and since you so kindly introduced yourself, I'm John."
She seemed to perk up a little after that, "I know that."
This peeked his interests mildly, "Oh yeah? And how's that? You psychic or somethin'?"
She smirked slightly and took another sip from her glass, "No…"
"So…?"
"I stole your wallet," She shrugged slightly and swished around the contents of her glass some more.
He smirked and laughed out right, "Okay for one crazy lady, my wallet is sittin' right in my pocket here. For two, you couldn't get away with stealin' somethin' from me."
A small smile began to tug at the corners of her lips, and she squirmed in her seat, "I put it back."
Bender rolled his eyes and began to get a bit motivated, "Oh I'm so sure…chick, I live in the west side of town where people get mugged and pickpocketed everyday…hell, I pickpocket people myself…there is no way you coulda did that without me noticin'."
"Well, I did…sorry to bruise your ego."
John scoffed, "My ego? Fuck that…you didn't do it! You're all talk!"
"Wanna bet on that hot shot?" She sat up, and challenged him with a glint of mischief in her eyes. She downed the rest of her glass and smacked her lips together loudly, "Or are you too chicken?"
John rubbed his chin and let out a small chuckle; he was not taking the challenge all too lightly and could not believe the girl's tenacity. He nodded his head and gave her an equally challenging stare, "Yeah I'll bet on that…it's your loss, and it ain't like you can prove it or anythin' anyways."
"Johnathan Edward Bender…born April 23, 1967…you live on Rosedale Avenue, and your social security number is 0-1-5-6-7-0-8-2-6."
Bender chuckled momentarily and then rubbed his hands over his face; she was not for real…he looked back up at her and his smile turned to a frown, "You little fuckin' sneak." He reached into his wallet and was about to pull out a twenty when he grabbed a dollar bill instead. He slapped the money down on the table and smiled triumphantly, "There ya go."
She looked down at the money and cocked an unimpressed eyebrow, "What is this?"
He smirked, "Your prize."
Her smirk fell and she accepted the money grudgingly, "Pretty cheap gambler you are."
John grabbed his glass and took a swig, "Never said how much ya wanted to bet."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her glass as well, "I knew I should have robbed you when I had the chance. You're lucky I have a good heart."
John scoffed, "If ya had a good heart would ya honestly be stealin' from people like that?"
Her face fell, "I do have a good heart."
He smirked at her uneasiness, "Yeah…a good thief's heart."
She put her hands in her lap and stared at her glass in a confused state for a few moments; John didn't feel bad about his remarks at all…she was the one who went digging through his personal information in the first place, was she not? He knew she was trying to test him and John was simply trying to beat her at her own game. The girl was a stranger…he still didn't know her name…so he could care less of he actually hurt her; this was all fun to him.
She stared down at her cup for a few more moments before she lifted her head with a smile gracing her features, "You're just jealous 'cause I can lift better than you can."
Bender waved Lloyd back over and requested two more drinks; he turned back to his female companion and rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, real jealous…I think I'm gonna cry."
She smiled knowingly, "Nice front, but you're a little too obvious. You're jealous, face up!"
Bender shook his head and folded his arms over his chest; oh, this chick had it coming! It wasn't often he met a chick who just challenged him for the pure sake of challenge…usually they were challenging to hit them or fight them, or something else as equally stupid because they were pissed of at him for something he did. Usually for sleeping around; but this girl was just trying to get under his skin for the fun of it.
These were the types of girls he actually liked to hang around with.
The girl downed her fourth drink and smiled, "Alright then, you think you're so good? I challenge you right now to go down on that floor with me and we'll see whose better."
Bender narrowed his eyes and set his glass down, "You're on…but just remember you're on your fourth drink…I dunno if you can hold up pip squeak."
She stood quickly with no trouble, "You shouldn't doubt me."
"Let's go then!"
… … …
Allison watched as Bender headed off into the crowd of people with purpose; it brought a smile to her face. It wasn't very often that she talked to people when she came to the club; usually she came, got a few drinks, and danced her heart out. When people did approach her usually they were scared off after very brief conversation. For some reason this pig headed, stubborn jack ass just wouldn't let up, and it made Allison all the more amused, yet at the same time a little happy. She didn't have any friends at all and sometimes it was just nice to be in the company of someone who willing to let you talk…even if the conversation was strange.
She set out into the crowd and moved towards the stage where TSOL seemed to be winding up their set. There were so many people out there to choose from…it was too easy. She didn't consider herself a thief really; stealing was something that was just somewhat of a challenge to keep herself preoccupied while bored. It's not like she had any use for other peoples' belongings unless it was cash; and even then the only place she used the cash was a few second hand stores, but mostly just at the club.
She approached a circle of kids; she counted five boys and three girls, who all appeared to be younger than she. Two of the girls had purses hanging at their sides and one of the boys wore a thin, long, black trench coat. Those three seemed to be easy targets. She 'accidentally' bumped into the first girl and moved her arm at lightening speed, "Sorry!" She yelped over the music. The others just gave her a mixture of nods and dirty looks and just turned back to their prior conversation. Allison 'squeezed' her way around the circle and continued on her war path until she reached the other side. She looked over the mass of people and noticed Bender running around the pit.
'Taking the easy way out, huh?' She thought to herself; this guy was honestly trying too hard.
She made her way towards the front of the stage and began swiping at everyone leaning over the stage rails. A club full of punks with big coats and large bags was a heaven to a pickpocket. She had been nabbing person after person, and she knew full well Bender had no chance of beating her. She decided to make her way back to the table when she saw one big, tall guy she wanted to nab. She made her way towards him – being very careful that she would not be seen – and snuck around behind him. His wallet was bulging in his back pocket, and his face was transfixed on the stage, bobbing ever so slightly with the music. He was standing just in front of the mosh pit. She was about a half step away when she shot her arm out and grazed the edge of his wallet, and just as quickly he shot around and grabbed her wrist. She let go of the wallet with a yelp and looked up into his eyes; they were blazing with anger and Allison could have cried right there on the spot. He loosened his grip as she fought for her arm back, and just as quickly as it all started, it ended with a heavy arm falling around her shoulders and pulling her into the mosh pit.
Her first reaction was panic as the vision of broken collar bones floated around in her head. But when she saw it was Bender with his arm strewn over her shoulders she just scowled and made her way out of the dance circle. The heavy set man was no where in sight, and all she could hear behind her was maniacal laughter.
Well that was not very impressive at all.
She took her place back at their bar stools and downed the rest of her drink. He sat down beside her and slapped his knee, "Well damn woman, you really showed me didn't ya? I had to save your ass again!"
Allison rolled her eyes, "Alright…what did you get?"
John reached into his pockets and pulled out a few bills, a couple of leather collars and arm bands, a switch blade, and two tampons. He deposited all of the items onto the bar in front of him and took a swig of his drink.
Allison smirked and reached into her bag; she pulled out two handfuls of cash, a record, four arm bands, a bandana, a water gun, a watch, a drum stick, and three sets of keys. Bender whistled and tipped his glass towards her, "Okay so you're quick…but you still get an automatic disqualification for your slip up."
Allison rolled her eyes, "Yeah sure."
Bender smiled triumphantly, "For your loss I think it's time for you to buy a couple of rounds, huh?" Allison replaced all of the objects – minus the cash – back into her bag. Bender grabbed hold of a ten dollar bill from her grasp, "Hey Lloyd!"
TBC
