Well I'm taking back the number of the beast
'Cause six is not a pretty number
Eight or three are definitely better
Eight is for the address on the letter
To my alcoholic friends
I'm trying hard not to be ashamed
Not to know the name of who is waking up beside me
Or the date, the season or the city
But at least the ceiling's very pretty
And if you are holding it against me
I'll be on my best behaviour
Taking shots for mother nature
Once my fist is in the cupboard
Love is never falling over
-My Alcoholic Friends by The Dresden Dolls-
"Stop thinking about it Jamari, he just feels sorry for you..." She scolded herself as she took another shot of whiskey
She picked up the whiskey bottle and noticed, to her distress, that it was empty.
"Well damn it all to hell."
Lightening crashed outside and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The lights flickered then went off.
"Hell yea."
She stood up to quick and had a dizzy moment. Once she got her balance, she opened the balcony doors and walked out into the rain.
"You're going to catch a cold and die."
She turned to see Josef standing in the doorway, she squinted to see him through the heavy rain. "Oh come on Dracula, have some fun!"
She put out her arms and started spinning.
"You look retarded."
She stopped and glared at him. "You mean you've never danced in the rain?"
He shook his head. "Can't say that I have."
She smiled. "Well, we'll have to change that."
She stumbled foreward and grabbed his hand. She had him almost out the door when he stopped her. The sudden stop jerked her and she started to fall. He quickly grabbed her before she hit the ground.
She just laughed.
"Oh my God, you're drunk."
She giggled. "Just a wee bit."
He stood her back straight. "You need to get some coffee, sober you up some."
She shook her head and went back out on the balcony, she just stood at the rail and let the rain pound down on her.
"Jamari, you're going to get sick."
"No I'm not."
He sighed. "It's 40 degrees out there, come back inside."
She turned back and leaned her butt against the rail. "Only if you join me." She sat on the rail.
"I'm not going to join you, and get off the railing, you might fall..."
She smirked. "Oh, is that how I can get you out here?" She leaned back and slid back on the rail a bit. She could see Josef jump.
"That's not funny...you're on the second floor, you could die."
She let go with one hand. "Oh, look, one handed."
"Seriously Jamari, stop it."
"I'm going to let go..." He could see her other hand start to let go, he ran out and grabbed her around the waist before she could fall. She smiled at him. "See, I knew I could get you out here."
He just stared at her, it was hard to be mad when she was sitting in front of him, soaking wet, and in a white shirt. As if his battle with temptation wasn't bad enough. He tried to remind himself that he was a gentleman, that she was drunk, to not take advantage of her. But it was hard.
"God really hates me..." He thought with a deep breath.
"Jamari, we need to get you inside, you're body is already trying to heal, it doesn't need the extra battle of a cold."
"I'm not going to get a cold." She shivered.
"Either come inside or I'll carry you in."
She glared at him. "I'll kick you."
"I think I could handle that." In one swift moment he lifted her off the railing and into his arms. She let out a small squeal.
"Put me down Dracula!"
He walked into her room and not-so-gently laid her on the bed.
"There, I put you down, are you happy now?" He walked over to the closet where he clothes hung and searched for another set of pajamas. "I'm guessing you found the bar..."
She giggled. "Yes, I did, I also found your coffin room."
He stopped and turned back to her. "My what?"
She gave him a drunken smile. "Every vampire has to have a coffin room, I found yours, it was the only room that was locked, so that has to be it..."
He turned back to the closet with a laugh. "No, not exactly."
"Damn, I thought I had found you out..."
He pulled out a tank top and pair of shorts, the only thing that could substitute as pajamas. He walked back to the bed and threw them next to her.
"Your clothes are soaked, you need to change."
She slowly crawled off the bed and stood in front of him with a smile. "So are yours."
"Nothing get's past you..."
She smiled and ran her hands up his chest, pushing off his suit jacket, it fell to the floor behind him.
"Jamari, what are you doing?"
"Don't want you to get a cold now do we?"
He smirked. "Vampires can't get colds."
"Yea, well to bad you're not a vampire."
He smiled. "Oh but I am."
She laughed, then grimaced from the pain. "Well then, I should be afraid, I've been captured by a vampire."
Her fingers started working at the buttons on his shirt. He grabbed her hands, she looked up at him in confusion.
"You're drunk, you'll only regret this in the morning." He brought one of her hands to his lips and left a kiss. Then turned and walked out of her room.
No words could describe how hard it was to leave her. Ever since he's met her, she'd been the only thing on his mind, and she had just basically offered herself to him, and he had to leave.
Being a gentleman sucks...