Chapter 8: Celebration, people!

"Hey you two lovers, care to join us, we just must celebrate this!" Jenny exclaimed happily.

Carmelita was still blushing and tried to keep the attention out of her and Sly. "So, did the bastards confess?"

Jenny smiled even more broadly. "Yes and the policemen found some illegal drugs from them, so with them and the kidnapping, they'll stay in prison for long."

At least now Carmelita seemed more like partying and she and Sly joined them all and they started the celebration party.

After an hour they had split up into two groups, the others were in the kitchen and the others in the livingroom.

Bentley would have just wanted to spend time typing away on his laptop and trying to sell the diamond they nicked on their heist, but when the three teenagers hid it, he had nothing else to do than join them and Murray and enjoy the evening.

"Come on, guys, please, give my laptop back! I don't like wine anyways." Bentley complained while sitting in the kitchen with Murray, Sasha, Lindsay and Rebecca. He wouldn't have even joined them if Sasha hadn't threatened to kiss him if he didn't join them.

"Hey cheer up, pal. Actually, I brought some beer, would that suffice?" Murray waved one in front of Bentley and he just had to accept the fact that he would have to celebrate with them. "All right then, but it's just this one. Then you'll give me my laptop back!"

"Yeah yeah whatever you say, Bentley." Sasha teased Bentley and she and Murray winked at each other, their devious minds already forming a plan to get Bentley inebriated...

The rest of them, Jenny, Jessica, Carmelita and Sly were sitting in the living room talking to each other. Sly would have wanted to join the others in the kitchen, but Jenny had insisted that he stayed, because she hadn't ever really had the chance to talk to him. Besides, Carmelita had had almost drank one wine bottle already by herself, so she hang onto Sly so he couldn't go anywhere anyways.

At first Jenny and Jessica wanted to know everything about Sly, but after a while Jenny started to remember that she hadn't seen Jack for over a week so they quickly changed the subject to anything else than happy couples.

Jenny and Jessica started to talk about how they should have to go shopping some day together. Sly thanked god that his wine bottle was empty and he could find a reason to excuse himself and go find some more.

He found his way to the kitchen, only stumbling just a little because of the dim lighting and because he was a bit inebriated. Poor Bentley who was so small was quite drunk already, unlike Murray, who was slightly bigger than the others, wasn't really drunk at all. He was the first to notice Sly coming.

"Hey pal! Can "The Murray" now give you that wine bottle you asked for him to save for you?"

Sly noticed poor Bentley who was surrounded by three teenagers. Sly chuckled a bit and focused on Murray again.

"Sure, do you remember where I told you to put it? I'm afraid I can't remember it myself anymore.."

Murray went to the fridge and digged a while, searching. He had hid it pretty well. Finally finding it, he pulled his head out of the fridge and gave the bottle to Sly.

"Have fun pal!"

Sly headed back to the living room, where Jenny and Lindsay were still talking about clothes and Carmelita was sitting on the sofa, bored.

She didn't even seem to notice when Sly came and sat down next to her, happily showing what he had found. Carmelita paid no attention towards it, just looked away and sighed. Sly had no idea why she was like this, usually she was very talkative when she was drunk. He tried to turn her to look at him, but she just shoved his hand away and snapped at him.

"Don't pretend like you would care, just like those two there!" And with that, she snatched the wine bottle off of Sly's hands and started to march towards the bedrooms and they all heard a door slam shut. Sly just sat there, his mouth opening and closing when he tried to understand what the hell had just happened.

"Oh no Sly, it's our fault! We got so carried away, we didn't notice that she..I mean.." Jenny tried to explain to Sly why Carmelita was so angry all of a sudden.

"Don't you worry ladies, I'll go and talk to her." Sly went to follow Carmelita, she was just probably in her own room and would forget the whole thing soon. Sly wandered in the hall which was pitch dark. (He hadn't found a light switch on the way.) Luckily he got used to the dark and could recognise somehow where he was going. Carmelita's door to her room was open, and Sly sighed a relieved sigh. He put the lghts on, but didn't see Carmelita in there. He was just starting to wonder where she might have gone, when he heard someone crying, very near. His sensitive ears recognised where the voice was coming. It was coming from the bathroom.

Sly knocked gently on the door. "Carmelita?"

"GO AWAY!" It seemed that Carmelita was really angry.

"Really now Carmelita, let's talk about this. If you just opened the door we could-"

"Are you deaf! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Sly bounced away from the door a little bit, but he didn't leave. He tried if the door was locked. It was. He continued with a soft, gentle voice while he started picking the lock. "They didn't mean it, they're your friends, they just.." His voice faded away. He finished the sentence in hs mind."..forgot you were there." Maybe not the best thing to say in this situation, Sly thought.

"They just forgot me! I know you're going to do the same as well, I just know it!" Nothing seemed to work. Finally, with Sly's thieving talent he got the door open and noiselessly slipped inside and closed the door so that Carmelita couldn't escape from him to another room and lock it as well. That would just send Sly back to square one again.

Carmelita was sitting there, in the floor with the wine bottle. She had drank half from it already. It was pitch dark, she hadn't even noticed Sly coming inside and closing the door.

"So.. you want to talk now?" Sly asked and waited what would be Carmelita's reaction. She bolted up from the floor and apparently tried to push Sly out, but how could he go through a door just like that? She tried everything, but Sly blocked her attempts, snatched the wine bottle away from her and closed her into his arms, holding her arms so she couldn't move. First she struggled like mad, but finally gave up and instead, started to cry. There they were, in a bathroom, Sly holding Carmelita while she just cried. Finally she spoke while silently sobbing.

"They don't care, they just don't.. Why can't I ever find loyal friends?" Sly thought Carmelita was speaking of Neyla, but he couldn't be sure. Maybe he would find out someday. Slowly he let go of her hands and turned her around to face him and whispered in the silence.

"Let's go, you can sleep in my room." Carmelita didn't resist when Sly, just in case she would get angry again, lifted her into his arms and carried her away from there and into his room. Using one arm, he closed the door, switched on a dim table lamp and finally put Carmelita down to lie on his bed.

She had her eyes closed and she was already breathing much more peacefully. It was a warm summernight so Sly moved to sit on the windowsill while partially opening the window a bit. He loved to just sit there sometimes, rest his back against the wall and watch the moon. Suddenly he felt someone brush his arm slightly. Carmelita stood next to him, looking at him with a tear stained face. Sly smiled a bit and helped her up to lean against him. Carmelita wrapped her arms around Sly, and spoke with a sorrowful voice. "I'm sorry." Sly just stroked her back to indicate it was okay and looked up at the moon. It was a full moon that night, the moon was huge and felt like it was so close even though it was over millions of kilometres away... They stayed there, in that position, in the almost dark room, until they both fell asleep.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

"Hey! Someone's.. what is that anyways?..thingy is making a huge sound!" You wouldn't have to be a genius to realise that Bentley was definitely drunk. Rebecca laughed at Bentley and yelled over to Lindsay.

"Yo, Linds! I think it's yours!

Lindsay digged her bag heatedly, trying to find her mobilephone. Usually she didn't keep it switched on, because her parents would try and call her, but today she had to keep it open in case the inspector who dealt with the kidnapping case called. Finally Lindsay found it. His father was calling.

"Well I'll have to face him sometimes anyway." Lindsay thought before answering. "Hello?"

Jenny and Jessica looked at each other in horror when they heard Lindsay's father screaming on the other end of the line. It felt like the screaming would go on and on, until Lindsay answered back.

"NO, NO I won't!" A silent moment. "Fine! Brilliant! Do it then!" Lindsay hung up and immediately threw her phone down and started breaking it by throwing it to the floor several times with all the power she had. It broke into tiny little pieces. Finally she pulled out the Sim-card and cut it in half. The other six near her watched and looked at her like she was crazy or something.

Sasha was the first to recover. "Lindsay? What's wrong?"

"It was my father. He found out about the case and my kidnapping. They had found my fingerprints on the bag of drugs and now I'm getting lectured by my father that I shouldn't get involved with drugs! How stupid does he think I am! And now he said that if I didn't come home, he would track the call and come and take me home!"

"But..? Did they actually track it?" Murray asked in horror. That would mean they would find out where the Cooper Gang's hideout was!

"No, I don't think so. The phone call didn't last that long. And he just threatened me to do it. He's always like that. Worries too much about me.." Lindsay sighed and sat back in the kitchen table. "I need a drink.."

They drank all there was left until they were all so drunk that they had to go sleeping. Murray had to carry Bentley because he didn't even know where his room was at the moment. Jessica and Jenny slept in the guest room and Sasha, Lindsay and Rebecca in the living room. It was very late, and finally all the noise that was heard was the sound of many people sleeping peacefully. Or in Murray's case, snoring loudly.

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A/N: I just love it when people are drunk! Especially I love to write about it! This was also one of the funniest chapters I have had the pleasure to write. And I'm also planning to draw a pic about this chapter. I want to know how I did, so.. review! It's an order!