Eudemonia
(warning: drug usage, extreme angst, sexual mentions)

My eyes were sore and my feet hurt pretty badly. I don't know how long I was stuck in this crummy old bathroom, and I don't want to stay here any longer.

The music blasted loudly, it seemed never-ending. It kept replaying the same songs over and over again that I could probably recite the playlist by now. I don't know how I'm going to get out of this hellhole, but I'm determined to.

Discreetly, I slid the bathroom door open, trying not to evoke any attention from anybody. Almost everyone in this party I had known, but they did not seem to bother me at all. I can see Jackie conversing at the west-end of the huge night club. Finally she did not notice my absence from the bathroom and seemed to be quite pre-occupied with the conversation.

I can see my exit in full view, only a few steps then I could leave this place and finally a goodnight's rest.

"Oh there's my beautiful guest of honor."

Fuck.

I wiped my eyes profusely and turned around to see Kick. He was red from all the liquor, his dazzling eyes looked bloodshot. I can see his hair mangled and even more tussled up; he reeked of women's perfume, though some I could recognize as Jackie's perfume.

"Where have you been, love?" He slurred, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. The more I smelt the perfume, the more I felt sick. His buttons were undone, and his chest was full of red-hot kiss marks, probably from one of those women that surrounded him like moths to a light.

I pushed him, but his strength wasn't a joke. "Avoiding you all throughout the night. Now excuse me, I must leave." I slid under his grasp and the door to my freedom was near. But Buttowski wasn't one to give up.

"Already? Damn, it's not even midnight yet. And y'know what they say about travelling at night?"

I scoffed, "Tell me, I'm just dying to hear."

He leaned in close, his alcohol-smelling breath just carelessly tickling my ear. "They get raped."

Now that angered me, pretty bad. I pushed him, as hard as I could. He didn't tumble or fall but he was able to let go of me. He held his head and grasped the nearest table. He didn't bother grabbing me, and I didn't bother looking back at him.

All I know that this was nearly over, and that I am leaving.

"Kendall!"

-x-

It turns out that I was held back from leaving, and that I am not able to get that rest back. Jackie was the one told me to stay, even for just an hour. I regretted saying that, but I realized then that staying with Jackie and a few other girls I trusted made it easier for my safety.

"What the hell, Kick!" Jackie was not one to yell, "I can't believe you almost tried to bring Kendall into your pants! That's low coming from someone like you!"

He grunted, pressing the ice pack—which just consisted of left-over ice placed inside a clothed handkerchief—further into his aching forehead. "I wasn't tryna get her into my pants, all I wanted to do was to acquaint with her, kay? Just trying to be friends again!"

"That's not what I saw!" The brunette quickly snapped, "You basically eye-raped her in the middle of the club, and not only did I saw that, but I saw your damn crotch harden when you grabbed her!"

Now that, I was not expecting.

"You can't prove anything." He said so half-heartedly, the ice pack that he held solely forgotten and placed near his drink. "And besides, it's not hard anymore—" he points to his crotch, "—see?"

I blushed, straying away from his lower regions. I did not want to see that at all. From the corner of my eye, I can see him smirking. Smirking like the devil he truly is.

"Like what you see, Perkins?"

I scoffed again, turning my head even farther away from his gaze. I playfully replied, "I've seen bigger."

The two of them gazed back at me; honestly, they did not expect this from me, didn't they?

"Woah, so you're not a virgin?" Jackie asked, almost completely compelled. I scoffed once more, "Who said I wasn't a virgin? I'm still pure; it's just that I know I've seen bigger."

Kick was mad, I mean, what guy wouldn't be furious at that silly comment? I've just bruised his manly ego.

I felt his presence nearing, for sure that unmistakable breath of whisky and lemon-lime vodka was his. "How do you know it's just that size, hm? Who knows it might just be half of what you actually see?"

I gulped, Kick was nearing me; his breath fanning my ear every inhale and exhale.

He moved away slowly, but making sure his presence left a mark. I am definitely sure that his closeness left my face a little redder than usual. I turned to Jackie for some help and she quickly sensed my uncomfortable feeling.

"Stop harassing Kendall you asshole!" She hits him quite hard, but not so hard that he might collapse from the pain. "And stay away from her, or you're going to answer to me! And Gunther too!"

He rubbed his head, having the urge to place the ice pack on his temple again. "Gunther's over there with some chicks."

Jackie was beyond furious, "Say what?"

"He's over there with some chicks," he points to the right corner of the club, and true to his word, Gunther was definitely fawned over by a number of girls, some of them nearing him a little bit too closely for Jackie's comfort. "He's been surrounded by them for an hour. He can't get out; they basically trapped him there."

As quick as lightning, Jackie bolts over to the place where the ogling ladies were endlessly flirting with the poor man. Unlike Kick, Gunther was more of a gentleman. He's courteous from what I can observe. And he's very loyal too, sensing that his love for Jackie was very much requited unlike me and Kick's relationship.

Our relationship was very rocky from the very beginning; it took a long time for us to be acquainted. We never really spoke humanely; our conversations usually consisted of us yelling for a long period of time and just ending the conversation right then and there. I was very civilized and very much prim and proper that I never bore with the idea that Kick was a daredevil; always the person risking his life for a stunt that was not really recognized throughout town. His life though, was carefree. It seemed like his rebellious nature somehow connected his easily, out-going nature.

"You seem deep in thought." Kick and I were the only ones left on the table; things were a little more awkward now that we were alone.

I didn't answer him until I thought of something to say, "I'm just thinking of a lot of things. My university especially,"

"Hm, what of it?"

"Just my course, and what I plan to do with my future. I took Law and Literature as a Major course in Yale, they're both my favourite things in the world, but I just can't seem to decide on which I profession I should have, either a lawyer or just a free-flowing writer."

He looks down, also deep in thought, as if trying to synchronize his mind with mine. "Law and lit, huh?"

I nodded slightly, wondering to myself why I even bothered to share this information with him.

"Seems like you're more of a lawyer kinda girl, y'know why?" I think he's still a little bit tipsy, "B'cause you always stick what's right. You always seem to know every set of rules and y'can't help but assure that these rules are being made. Plus, you look strict. Those people in the court'll probably shit their ass of seeing you get mad."

I laughed, only little. "Are you sure you're drunk? How come you're thinking so clearly when your body literally exhales vodka?"

He shrugged, "I guess… Drunken words are sober thoughts, huh?"

There was a silence between us again, but I didn't mind it as much. The silence was much too comforting, sure enough there seemed to be distance between us again.

He coughs, clearly tired of this deadly silence. "Anyways, would you like a drink or something?"

I hesitantly look at him, "Sure I guess, no alcohol please. Some iced tea would do."

He smirks, "Sure thing, milady." He walks away, heading out to the bar and placing both our orders. It took him a while though, something must have caught up.

I could only wait desperately for the drink that might soothe my parched throat.

-x-

(third person point of view)

"Just a bottle of whisky and iced tea—"

"Kick!" Said man does a circular rotation and faces his main companion, Gunther. Gunther arrives at scene, obviously tired and worn out from all the troubling women that seem to oblige his declines of spending a night with them and such. Not to mention his overprotective girlfriend that gave him endless sermons and repetitive smacks on the head. It nearly frightened the poor surrounding girls to death.

Kick almost felt sorry for the guy.

Gunther placed himself on the seat next to Kick, ordering a tall glass of scotch, earning a remark from Kick and calling him an "Irish sissy".

Gunther looked astonished, "Have you even tasted Scotch? They're like the caramel brownies of all the alcoholic beverages; sweet and savoury, not too tipsy but just damn good enough to wash your troubles away."

Kick merely sneered, "Whatever dude, I'm still stickin' with Whisky."

Gunther shrugged, and happily chugged on his tall glass of Scotch.

Kick once again uttered his order. By the time it was given to him, Kick pulled out a small pack of medicinal tablets labelled Gestare in big, bold letters. It wasn't until now that Gunther slipped his gaze at Kick's doing.

"Dude, what the fuck? I thought you weren't going to resort to that!" Gunther snatches away the tablets from Kick's grasp, irritating the daredevil to bits.

"Look Gunther, this isn't your problem alright. This is mine—"

"Making Kendall fall in love with you with the use of drugs is not going to help your relationship with her at all! This thing—" he waves the pack of drugs in front of the man, "is going to ruin both of you!"

"She's not gonna find out Gunther! I'm just gonna slip one tablet and that's it!"

"One tablet or two won't make any difference! It's just going to ruin every—"

"How do you know that Gunther! Clearly you've never felt the desperate need of having someone you love so much in your arms! I've been waiting Gunther, waiting for nearly six years and this is my damn chance to have Kendall back!"

"And Kendall's been waiting too, Kick." He slams the packet of drugs on the counter, "More patiently than you've ever been."

Gunther turns, not wanting to face his friend anymore. He's unsure whether Kick has decided on using the drugs, but he doesn't want to see the whole thing unfold. He's tired, of seeing Kick so miserable, but resorting to drug-usage was a little too farce, and he was not going to witness that any longer.

He tried stopping him, really he did. But Kick was persistent and stubborn; he never really begged to differ.

Kick stares at the small parcel that was in front of him. Was he really this crazy? Was he doing the right thing? Was he only doing this to satisfy is needs; his selfish needs?

He didn't know, he didn't want to think right now. The clear glass that was temporarily filled with whisky was now downed into his system. A few more followed, until he finally came to conclusion of doing something quite risky.

The Gestere labelled packet was opened and a miniscule tablet was in his palm. He kissed it, muttering the words, "I love you" to the inanimate object, as if it was going to respond. The bleak, white tablet was dropped right in to the nearly warmed iced tea and there it dissolved into the light brown color of the drink. It looked as if nothing was in it, like it was just any other glass of iced tea.

The remaining bottle of whisky was only half-empty, and the iced tea was full.

-x-

(kendall's point of view)

It seemed like Gunther caught up with Kick for a while, somehow relating to the delayed iced tea.

"Here's your iced tea," he offered, pushing the glass towards me a little too eagerly. I grabbed the tall glass and muttered a silent thanks to him. He watched me discreetly, like a vulture waiting for his prey to collapse.

I gulped the drink, slightly liquidizing my very dry throat. I drank more and more, until I felt a chill at the back of my spine. The drink was warm though, the ice had thoroughly melted. I wondered what that was.

I drank some more, hoping to relieve myself of that chilling feeling. The more I sipped, the more I felt like disintegrating.

I finished the drink, not nearly satisfied with it. That chilly feeling was suddenly replaced by a raw, animalistic need. Something needed to be satisfied with, something that I need.

Sex.

"Kendall, hey?" Kick neared me, and I suddenly had the urge to pounce on him, to grab him fiercely and rip every piece of clothing off of his damn body. I grabbed his neck and started sniffing him like he was some kind of meat. He didn't oblige, letting me grab him in such a provocative manner.

He grabbed my waist, almost affectionately, stroking it from time to time. I lick him a few times, earning a very pleasant moan from his throat. I wanted to hear more, much more than just a moan.

I kissed him, very forcefully. But his equal gentleness countered my rough tug and the kiss was perfect. "Open your mouth," he whispers to me, I did not decline any further and opened my mouth as I was told. His tongue diverged into my small mouth and licked and tasted every cavern that was within my lips. It took a long time for us to stop, but he was the first to do so.

"Let's continue this elsewhere, I suppose?" He whispers tentatively in my ear, and goddamn it—

—it felt so damn good.

-x-

Disclaimer: I do not own Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil.

Did I just ruin your childhood or what? I'm sorry, but I felt the mood to be really angst-filled and to be really, really mean (I don't know, it's like 1AM already). Do you feel awkward reading it, by the way? If you are then I don't think you should really read the next story because it's mostly lime. A lot of factors of that lime chapter actually stimulate the rest of the story. Without it, the story would just be a bore.

The drug (Gestere) is actually existent. It's not named Gestere though; Gestere is the Latin name for one of the female hormones or the progesterone. The drug that Kick used is real (I think) and it's supposed to make you horny when you consume it. Gestere was just the perfect name for it because well… It means female hormones. I don't know the actual name of this drug but if you do know, feel free to tell me.

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