(I'm not too proud of the way this one came out. I'm so sorry ;-; I tried)
Pinky/Johnny III (Intoxicated I Love You- SayWeCanFly)
The party at Casey's house was already in full swing when Pinky arrived. She sighed, readjusting the straps of her dress as Derby went off to go socialize with some other Preps that had arrived. Once again, she was alone. Johnny's words from a few days ago came back to slap her right in the face.
She shook her head. Don't think about him. You're at this party with Derby. Derby.
She made her way into the house, avoiding some disgustingly drunk kid trying to reach out to grab Mandy Wiles. Pinky quietly and uncomfortably slipped past the scene to the kitchen where she found the alcohol. Really, it was the only thing that she could do at this point.
With Derby nowhere in sight, Pinky poured herself a beer which was a nice change from the wine her parents had at the house. Sneaking alcohol underage was wrong, and typically, it was a thrill, but now it was something to dull the pain.
The first sip made her wrinkle her nose. Ghastly, it was! But after the next few, the taste was nothing as it coursed through her veins, her head feeling loose and light. A tiny giggle escaped her lips as she finished the cup and went to get some more. Halfway through that one, she spotted something that made her heart flutter. Johnny Vincent was leaned against the wall, grumbling to himself, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket.
Without normal restraints in place thanks to the drinks, Pinky made her way over to him. As she grew nearer, his eyes flicked over, casually scanning up and down her body. She grinned.
"Johnny! What are you doing here?" she slurred. She wasn't quite drunk, but dangerously close to it.
Johnny shrugged, letting his shoulders hang loose. "I dunno. I was bored."
"Oh come on! You have to have something else to do!" she giggled. Johnny raised an eyebrow.
"How much've you been drinking, princess?"
"Not very much! Maybe three or four cups," she replied, twirling her short hair on her finger. Johnny watched her in silence for a minute before sighing.
"Come here alone?" he asked finally, his eyes trained on her finger.
Pinky sighed heavily before muttering, "No."
Johnny clicked his tongue and grabbed her hand. "Alright. Let's get you home safe then," he said.
"I don't want to leave!" Pinky whined, trying to dig her heels into the ground. Johnny glanced back to find the slightly taller girl pouting. It looked like she was about to throw a fit.
"Who knows what some of these sickos would do to a girl like you? I'm just gonna make sure you get home okay."
"What does that mean?" Pinky demanded as he dragged her out the front door of the house, guiding her around a puddle of someone's vomit.
"It means I'm protecting you, I guess," he replied, trying not to look back at her.
"My night in shining armor," she cooed, giggling. Johnny slowed his pace to make sure the tipsy girl was alright.
She shifted their hands so their fingers were locked. Johnny, of course, noticed, but why would he say anything? Ruin the moment or something like that.
He knew where her house was. It would seem weird to anyone that didn't remember the time the Greasers went through the Prep neighborhood, trashing lawns and spray-painting houses, and they'd made a note to skip over Pinky's house for a forgotten reason.
As he saw it on the horizon, he frowned, his fingers absentmindedly tightening around Pinky's as she stumbled to keep her feet moving normally. He slowed his pace, sticking out his jaw as they turned up into the driveway and up to her front door.
"There. Home safe and sound," Johnny spoke, letting go of her hand. He turned to leave as quickly as he could when her fingers clenched around the leather on his shoulder. He turned back to face her. She smiled and leaned down, pressing her lips onto his. He first struggled with the idea of kissing her. He was committed to Lola as she was to Derby. If that was true, then why did this feel so nice?
He grabbed her arms, tossing them over his shoulders, his hands then setting on her petite waist. She pulled away slightly to smile before tilting her head at an angle. He didn't hesitate to kiss her this time; in fact, maybe he was too eager.
And there they stood on the front porch of the Gauthier residence, lips meeting feverishly under the flickering porchlight.
