Chapter 22- Taste of Fun

Bertie Gilbert is so attractive. Just saying. He's that guy that plays Draco Malfoy's son in the last movie. Also, I'm watching the hangover at the moment so it might get a little out of hand.

Anyways, enjoy! I have 30 minutes to write this so let's hope it turns out.

Sam

"You know that giant hotel in Manhattan?" Iggy asks. He sat across from the small one, Gazzy. The rest of the gang was out exploring the town or what not. I'm not in charge of them. "I was thinking we could set up a couple of stink bombs in there, not a real one like the cave but just a couple to scare people and flush people out of there. It's too presumptuous of a place anyways."

"Yeah?" Gazzy lit a match and watched it die. I smirk, looks like we have a couple of pyros on my hands. I can work with that. They're going to have to earn their keep if they're staying here. We don't have all that much money to be supporting them too.

I step in there before they actually stink up the Ritz-Carlton. "Hey, I got a better idea for you guys. How about you help me with something?"

They jolt like I caught them doing something wrong. Which I had, but still. What did they think I was going to do? Kick them out? Max must be really strict with them.

"Well?"

Max

"You're going out to do what?" I nearly screech. Iggy and Gazzy were dressed and had a large suspicious looking black draw-string bag.

"Hey, it's okay, princess," Sam touches my arm, giving me one of his easy laid-back smiles, "I'll take care of them."

"I still don't understand what you're doing though!" They said something about blowing up a bank. He crouches down in the kitchen and pulled something shiny, silver and jangling out.

"We're going to take back the money some people owe me; it's going to be fine," Sam explained, his smiles so boyish and wide that I felt impelled to trust him, "A bank is where the people keep my money. Iggy and Gazzy are just going to blow up a wall and help bring it back for me. You can even come and supervise if you want. I promise we won't get into any trouble."

I just glare at him for a little while longer until he stands up and takes my elbows, stepping close so I have to look up at him, "Trust me, Max."

I drop my glare and mock-sigh, "Fine."

"Thanks, princess, you won't regret this." And with that, they left.

Iggy

"Are you in place?" Sam's hushed whisper crackled over JJ's phone.

"Yeah, the bombs are all set up and everything," I reply, crouching behind a bush with Gazzy.

"How long before they-?" He didn't get to finish his sentence and there were screams and people were running out of there. One of them looked hurt and a couple had ash and grime splattered on the side of their body. I froze. Sam didn't say anyone was going to get hurt.

"Hey! What are you guys doing? Get up now!" Sam commanded. I swallowed and slowly forced my limbs to move. I ran for the gaping hole in the bank. Sam was already in there and Gazzy and I helped put the last of the stacks of bills into the bag.

"What took you guys so long?" he said harshly.

"You never told us anyone was going to get hurt!" I snap back.

"What did you expect? We were setting off bombs!" Sam glared and handed me a pair of dark sunglasses, "Now come on! Put this on and Gazzy pretend to guide him around."

We ran into the street and resumed walking like normal people but in my mind I was screaming. Fang said we shouldn't trust him. We just hurt people!

Max

"How was it?" I look up from Monopoly with Angel and Mom to grin at the boys coming home. Iggy and Gazzy just stomped past me and I looked over to Sam who just shrugged sheepishly.

"What happened?" I demanded.

"It's nothing, princess; just got into a little argument that's all. Come on, I want to talk to you," he walks into his room. I say a quick sorry to Angel and go in there with him. He flicks on the light and goes into the closet, rifling through the stuff and looking for something. I take a seat on the bed but my mind wanders to Iggy's disgusted expression and Fang's words last night.

"How about you go out with me tonight?" Sam interrupts my thoughts. He held something behind his back.

"Go out?" I furrow up my eyebrows in confusion.

"Yeah, there's a club downtown that I think you'd like and maybe we could go dancing."

"Dancing?" No one's ever taken me dancing before.

"Don't tell me you don't know what that means, princess," he groans.

"No, I know what dancing is I just don't know how. No one's ever taken me dancing," I explain, a little embarrassed.

He looks shocked and drops the bundle to the ground behind him, taking my hands with his and rocking me back and forth, "I find that a little hard to believe. Are you coming or not?"

"Fine," I say, relenting.

"Great," he smiles brilliantly and picks up the bundle and unfurls it to reveal a somewhat revealing black and red dress.

What is this place? I could hear the music booming from the club from two streets over. There was a huge line trailing from the door to the edge of the street. A giant neon blue light said The Last Studio. I hear a wolf-whistle and turn to see a greasy looking guy try to wave me over.

"Hey, lay off!" Sam shouted back at him and the guy held his hands up in surrender.

I stop hesitantly before the club and Sam notices. "Don't worry about it," Sam grabs my hand and basically drags me inside, skipping the line with a nod to the large human at the front.

The music in here was deafening as were the people screaming. I got dragged to a tall counter and Sam pushed me gently down onto a high stool. He said something incoherent to the lady and she gave us a wink before setting two triangle shaped glasses in front of me.

"Drink up, princess." And so I did. And it tasted awful. It burned going down my throat but I choked it down and smiled. After about three of those I couldn't remember anything. I did remember a lot of dancing and Sam pulling me up from off the floor and laughing. I felt revulsion rising into my throat but laughed too.

Then I wound up in somewhere dark, the hard scratchy surface of a brick building against my back.

"Wow, princess, didn't know you were such an animal," Sam chuckled and I tensed, thinking he figured out I was a shifter.

"Am I?" I faked nonchalance.

"Yeah," he whispered and his hand came to my chin, lifting my head up. I could see the street lights reflected in the whites of his eyes and my eyes adjusted so I could see his face. I hummed under my breath, not sure what to reply.

It turns out I didn't need to because he kissed me. It was sort of sloppy and I could taste alcohol on his lips but I couldn't move away. He pulled away a little bit and looked at me.

"You're beautiful, Max," he whispered and I closed my eyes. He lifted my bangs off my forehead and my eyes flew open to see his confused face. Damn, he saw the markings.

"What are those?" he studied them and traced them with his finger like Fang did once upon a time, "Tattoos?"

"Um, yeah," I say, hoping that tattoos meant something that made sense.

He smiles, "You really are an animal, princess." And he kisses me again.

I laughed with him and then we heard sirens coming near us. Doors slammed open and closed and I looked towards the street were two officers were walking by.

"Act cool," he whispers to my ear and we meet the men half way.

"I'm Officer Jonathan Lewis and this is Officer Thomas," the tall one introduced us.

Sam snorted and didn't offer our names, his hand resting on my hip.

"Right," Jonathan said, "Well, we have a few questions for you, can you come with us?"

"No," Sam replied, looking Jonathan up and down coolly.

"There's not much of a choice," Thomas spoke up.

"Then ask away, officers," Sam slides down the wall into a sitting position and I follow his lead.

"There was a robbery around here at about 5:00 this afternoon," Jonathan explained, "Do you know what happened?"

"We're just kids out here having fun at night, we weren't here that early."

"How about you let the girl speak, Sam?"

"You know him?" I asked him quietly. Sam muttered back an unfortunately.

"What do you want to know, sir?" I look up at the officers innocently.

"Where were you guys around the time of the robbery?"

"Playing monopoly with my little sister," I tell the truth.

"Are you sure?"

I look at him incredulously, "No, actually, I think I was on the moon. Wait, wait, no, it's all coming back to me. I was in Bengali!"

"Feisty one, Sam," Jonathan murmurs but I heard him anyways.

I glared at him.

"Listen, officer, I'm tired and I want to go home, can you just let us go?"

"You're sure you don't know anything about this?"

"Positive," I bite back another retort.

I am going to kill Sam when we get home!