Chapter Nine: My Happy Ending
Erol smiled in satisfaction as he skidded his zoomer to a halt. The other contestants glared at them slightly before he walked towards Jak. He squatted on the ground besides him, nodding in approval. "You did good, Jak," he informed.
Jak blinked away the dots and smirked up at Erol.
"You did good too, buddy." He chimed, grabbing the front of Erol's shirt, that being the only handhold, and trying to get up, but only succeeding to pull Erol down on top of him.
Erol took his chance at kissing Jak fully on the lips. He felt almost a faint blush creep at his cheeks before standing up. Holding his hand out to help him up, "Hope you didn't mind that," he stated.
"God...wow... If you tried at it, you could snag a girlfriend real quick with that..." Jak muttered, coming back to his senses for a moment.
"Ya know, I liked that..."
Erol rolled his eyes slightly at his previous statement before helping Jak up. "That's if I wanted one," he informed.
With one quick motion Jak pulled Erol into another kiss like the one before, but deeper.
Erol was slightly taken back, though didn't hesitate to return it.
Though within the slightly dispersing crowd, her sapphire eyes watched. Not of sorrow or pain, not anymore she wished to show it. A lump grew in her throat as she clenched her hands slightly. Tears brimmed her eyes as she merely walked away from the scene before her.
"My...god..." Jak gasped, groin throbbing hard as he dug in for another kiss.
Erol felt a moan beginning to build though pulled away to gain his breath. He heard as several coughed in their lip lock. Erol glanced towards him; a blank expression remained on his face for a moment before smiling slightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling them beginning to droop of tiredness.
Jak pulled the man back into their third kiss, pushing his groin against Erol's, a moan erupting deep in his throat.
She clenched her eyes shut, not taking such a quick pace from them though shifted into a sprint. Trista slowly opened her eyes, unable to control to tortured feelings at hearing his moans of pleasure. 'I was naïve, such a fool,' she thought, tears filled her eyes, 'I shouldn't be anyone's fool.'
Erol's eyes remained closed, as he was pulled into another kiss. He wrapped his arms around Jak's torso.
Jak broke for a moment, resting his head on top of Erol's.
"Let's go back to the bed I gots us at the Hip Hog." Jak mumbled, hot breath stinging at Erol's ear.
Erol nodded, placing an arm around Jak's torso. He walked towards an available zoomer, mounting on first.
Jak sat behind, wrapping sinewy arms around Erol and lightly playing with the man's groin.
Erol grunted slightly before speeding off towards the Hip Hog, keeping himself focused on where he was going instead of shifting his attention towards Jak. He slowly stepped off, grasping Jak's hand as they walked in.
Already being at the Hip Hog, she wished to console in Tess of her little, 'situation.' Trista smiled slightly, remembering being messaged to Ronan on coming here to meet him.
Jak completely ignored Trista, his mind clouded over with something he wanted more than anything, something that Trista wouldn't give him; something Erol was willing to give him. Something that he wanted more from Trista, but had to make due with Erol.
Trista rolled her eyes, feeling sickened at the sight. 'Is lust what drives him?' she scowled inwardly. She rested her elbow against the table, resting the side of her head against the palm.
Erol strode towards the room with Jak, nearly latched at his side. He kept his gaze ahead until reaching the room, smiling slightly towards Jak.
Jak flopped down onto the bed, letting lust take over. His shirt peeled up slightly, revealing the thick black tattoos coiling around his thin stomach up to his lower chest.
Erol discarded his shirt, gloves and shoes before laying down, almost falling at immediate sleep.
Trista sighed, taking a sip of her untouched water. Enjoying the soothing liquid against her parched throat, she tilted her head, once hearing a cough. "Hey Ronan," she muttered, averting her gaze away as he took a seat. His smiled turned into a frown to see her sullen expression. "It's Jak isn't it?" he sighed, quite used to her usually consoling in him. Trista didn't respond for a few minutes. "Yeah," she muttered once more. Ronan shook his head, accepting the alcoholic drink Tess gave him. "I don't know why you continue to go after him," he stated, sipping his drink. 'I don't know either,' she thought.
Jak sighed lightly, scooting closer to Erol slightly, ruffling his shirt and jacket slightly.
Erol placed his arm around Jak, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Ronan looked sympathetically at Trista before taking her hand in his. "Please, I don't like to see you so upset," he informed before receiving a snap. "I'm not upset," Trista retorted.
Jak snuggled closer to Erol before falling asleep as well.
A voice suddenly came from behind the counter.
"Trista, he still loves you, ya know. But, he IS a man, and men tend to make mistakes more than once." Tess said, popping her blonde head out from behind the bar. She still seemed quite drunk, but, and a wise man once said (Aka Sig), you cant be more honest than when you're drunk.
"Ya know if ya love the boy back, he may just come back to ya." Tess said with a wave of her hand, tickle-me-pink nails and all.
Trista sighed, "You're probably right, Tess." "But I can't just stand here and act as if it's alright that Jak is sleeping with someone else, Erol to be specific," she retorted, her hands clenching into fists. "Why did this have to happen, I made such a small mistake and it had to end up like this," Trista said, keeping her arms crossed against the table as she buried her head in them.
"Mistake? Who made the first mistake, you or Jak?" Tess said brightly. "Have you ever been drunk?" Tess quirked an eyebrow at Trista when asking this.
"Myself, for not telling Jak how much I loved him," Trista answered her first question before clasping her hands today. "Well no not really, I wouldn't drink as heavy..." she found her voice trailing off.
"Well, hell, that the bigo problamo right there!" Tess said, grabbing a bottle and putting it on the counter. It was labeled 'FireWhiskey'.
"When you get drunk, you don't think about what you say, you just say it. You don't think about what you do, you just do it. And you don't think about those around you, you just let them do there own thing. Most people become incredibly honest when drunk, others, like Jak, become less honest and more... needy. More wanting of what they don't have. And they also become less picky, willing to take anything that could ease the want. So if you go and wake up Jak now and love on him, he'll forget about Erol completely... I think..." Tess scratched her skull with the last comment, quite unsure if she was really right or not.
Trista just sat there, quite dumbfounded at what Tess had said. A smile tugged at her lips, "Thanks Tess, now do you expect me to drink that?" she sweat-dropped while pointing towards the Whiskey on the counter. 'She's right, as what I see when Jak is drunk, I have to seriously avert him away from drinking,' Trista thought before walking towards the counter.
Tess just smiled." Take a swig. It helps." She said, spinning the bottle around for a moment.
Trista hesitated before taking the bottle from Tess. At immediate dispatch of the top she began to drink it down. She was reluctant at the strong bitter taste, though continued telling herself it was for Jak. When the bottle was a half empty bottle, Trista already began to feel herself grow dreary. Ronan smirked slightly as he continued to watch Trista. Placing the bottle down with slight force, Trista closed her eyes shut. Clearing her throat slightly, she shook her head. 'Damn that's strong,' she commented inwardly. Trista felt her head almost spinning, no logic coming to mind at the moment. She supported herself against the counter, a pout forming on her lips. "Where's Jak?" Trista whined slightly.
Tess grinned.
"See how he feels after getting drunk? And they are in the back room." Tess thumbed at the door, putting her head on her hand.
Not much of logic dwelled within her mind at the moment. A weak smiled curved against her lips as she walked toward where Tess had said the two were, managing not to stumble towards the room. Trista's eyes glittered in almost mischief as she quietly entered the room. Though a bit of rage burned at the sight of Jak sleeping with Erol, she kept her cool. She chuckled inwardly as she moved towards the bedside, brushing her fingertips against Jak's bare arm. She quickly took her chance and sat against the bed, placing a kiss against his lips. Trista continued to brush her hand against his arm.
Jak moaned at the touch, partly believing it was Erol and partly thinking it was not.
Trista continued pressing her lips against Jak, ceasing a moan that was about to come from her mouth.
Erol stirred once hearing Jak, groggily sitting up. His eyes widened, "What the hell are you doing?" he shouted at Trista, whom didn't pay any attention to him. Trista snuggled herself closer to Jak, ignoring the burning glares that Erol beat against her.
Jak purred slightly, snuggling closer to Trista. He was finally pulling back into Soberland, and for once he would rather be sober than drunk.
She gasped slightly as she was forcefully pulled away, Erol pinning her against the wall. He narrowed his eyes towards her, tightening the grasp her had on her wrists.
Trista struggled slightly, a weary look in her eyes. "Get away Erol," she frowned, her tone having a whining edge to it.
Jak snapped to attention and suddenly pinned Erol, back to the wall, next to where he had pinned Trista, a hateful fire burning in his eyes.
Erol practically stayed frozen where he was. "What... are you doing?" he yelled, attempting to shove Jak off and lunge at Trista.
Trista clasped one of her wrist, glaring towards Erol at already feeling his nails dig into her skin.
"Lay off my woman and you may come out alive." Jak snarled, wrenching Erol's away from Trista to be pressed further into the wall.
Erol merely grunted as his tension ceased. He averted his gaze away as he latched his arm away from Jak. He took his discarded clothes and placed them on him before walking out the door.
Trista felt her eyes began to droop as she pressed her back on the wall for support.
Jak growled after him before collapsing onto the bed in pure exhaustion. He motioned for Trista to join him, knowing neither of the party would want to/ could drive them home that night.
Trista obliged and sat besides him at first. "I'm... sorry if I seemed over reacting a bit," she muttered, logic and the alcohol beginning to wear off.
"It's ok. We all make at least one big booboo in our lives; that just happened to be yours." Jak said reassuringly, wrapping a cold arm around Trista.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, "I'll take note that I shouldn't let you drink," Trista informed, resting her head against his shoulder. She smiled slightly, "Though you promise not to try the whole 'revenge' thing again," Trista stated.
"No, I'd rather not...yet anyway..." Jak mumbled, leaning back. He then steepled his fingers and said something along the lines of 'Eeeexcellent...' before falling backwards onto the bed with a laugh.
Trista rolled her eyes slightly, shaking her head a bit before removing her boots. She already began to feel tired at the moment which caused her to lie down.
Jak sighed and fell asleep.
Opening an eye Trista stirred slightly, wrapping an arm around his torso. She placed her lips against his cheek in a small kiss before closing her eyes once more.
Jak grinned in his sleep, as in his dream he was smashing Mar with a big ol' baseball bat.
A deep shiver ran down her spine, having a strange feeling that Erol was nearby in her dreams. It almost seemed a normal day within her dreaming thoughts, until he appeared once more. Continuous stabbing and a cry of pain was what she heard as it happened. She clutched the fresh open wounds before forcefully kneeing Erol below the stomach. "That's what you deserve for interfering," he shouted before she woke up. Trista inhaled deeply, removing the dream from her thoughts. 'It's just a stupid dream,' she told herself, remaining sitting up for the time being.
"Die you stupid rat... fear my bat..." Jak mumbled in his sleep, rolling onto his side. His shirt had rolled up during the night and his tattoos were still visible even in the darkness.
Trista shifted her gaze towards Jak, chuckling slightly. She laid back to sleep, though viewed his tattoo's which she took interest and curiosity upon. Closing her eyes once more, she attempted to go back to sleep though brushed her hand against one of the tattoo's on his abdomen, falling back to sleep once more.
The moment Trista's hand touched his tattoo, Jak cried out. The tattoos became darker than darkness and somehow seemed to bleed.
Trista's eyes widened, crimson liquid staining her fingertips as she gently shook Jak. She kept her gaze on the bleeding tattoos. "What the..." Trista seized herself from finishing her sentence, concern growing at the pit of her stomach.
And just as fast as it had begun, it stopped. The blood dried up into nothingness, and Jak fell back into his blissful dream once more.
Trista stared in disbelief, remaining sitting up until she knew he was fully into sleep. Lying back down, she noted to herself to ask him about it later before falling to sleep.