III. Snapshot - Drunk in Love

There was something in the air that night that made the bar feel alive as the clock ticked down the last hour til the New Year. Sweet Pea stood in the middle of the floor holding his second beer, having stopped as though paralyzed at the sight of Lane dancing.

She'd had too much to drink. That wasn't uncommon for her those day, in fact it was becoming common enough that Sweet Pea almost considered worrying. But as that thought entered his mind he saw her smile, not the tight-lipped one that slipped past her stubborn refusal to show emotion. No, this smile was wide and toothy and it made her cheeks so round it forced her eyes to squint. And all he was left with was the thought that she was beautiful. And drunk, so incredibly drunk.

So was Fangs, and they danced together to some old song. Reckless and uninhibited. They might've even been singing along to it, Sweet Pea was too far away to tell. But he was having a hard time taking his eyes off Lane, her body pulsing with the beat as she threw her head back, her hair falling in her face.

This stubborn sometimes cruel shell of a girl that frustrated him almost as much as she soothed him. She was difficult and needy, and though her hands could be kind they could also sting. Just like her tongue, she could sometimes say the meanest things. Some days it didn't seem like she knew how to say anything else. But her arms could. They made him feel safe and needed, and they calmed the worst parts of him that made him just as mean. She'd lost everything and yet she'd allowed him to become something else she could lose.

She made him want to stay. She made him want to pretend like he deserved to stay. Like he deserved to love her. Because he did, love her. And he was only realizing it then, watching her from across the bar, that she'd been telling him all this time.

He saw the moment her glazed eyes found him in the crowd and felt her smile spread on his mouth. Drunk, and in love. He watched as she kept dancing, her arms in the air and her body swaying. And he took a breath at the sight of her, raising his drink to his still smiling mouth, knowing there was nothing in this world that could make him take his eyes off her. And he mumbled the words to himself.

every little thing she does is magic
everything she do she turns me on
even though my life before was tragic
now I know my love for her goes on

So there is a slow version of Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic by Sleeping At Last, and that is what I imagined they danced to at their wedding. However in this chapter it was the original by The Police.

Sneak peek: I think next chapter is gonna be Lane and Sweet Pea meeting after the merger.