A/N: The long awaited sequel to 'Drunk Texts'

Fire by The Ohio Players

31. Boisterous

"Skin! Skin! Skin!"

Loud boisterous chants from people around him made Red cringe at the buzzing sensation it caused his ears. Drunken men around him pushed and stumbled against him. The hot and stuffy environment made him feel heady.

Red huffed in annoyance when a young man giggling like a lunatic stumbled and grabbed onto his shoulder to keep from falling. He pried the man's hand away and pushed him aside.

"Come on girl! Take it off!" Someone amongst the crowd called.

Lizzie smiled teasingly and lifted her shirt higher above her waist revealing a large portion of her stomach.

Red pushed forward frantically. He slid between a man and a woman who were grinding against each other rather provocatively.

"Move," he said loudly. His words sounded faint to his own ears.

"MOVE," Red said again and stared down the woman when she tried to put her hands around his neck.

She moved away in a huff, but Red didn't care.

Lizzie was now swaying her hips in a way that made Red feel dizzy, and it wasn't because of the crowded environment this time.

She bit the corner of her lip and a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes when she saw him again. The long milky glass had a white light shining beneath it making it look as if Lizzie was on a catwalk rather than on a bar.

Out of the corner of his eye, Red caught sight of a hand reaching up to grab at her rear end. He pushed against the crowd with all of his strength and lurched forward grabbing at the hand's forearm.

"What the hell man?" A man with dark wavy hair cried indignantly. Red walked forward, twisting the mans arm, causing him to walk backward against the crowd.

"Don't," Red bit out angrily. He bared his teeth at him and clenched his jaw.

"What do you care? She's the one up there acting like a freaking-"

Red abruptly cut the mans words off with a swift punch to his jaw. He promptly fell into a heap on the floor. Everyone stood around him, staring at him in their drunken stupor.

"God!" Red winced and turned back to the bar and quickly jumped onto the nearest stool. He stood slightly above her waist and she turned to him clumsily, smiling brightly at him.

She raised her eyebrow at him boldly. "Come to dance with me bad boy?"

The crowd hollered in anticipation.

"We need to go, Lizzie. Now." He looked up at her as she laughed.

"I'm gonna stay here, Red. It's so-oooo much fun!" She said and she threw her hands above her head, swaying to the loud obnoxious music.

"Come on Lizzie," Red said sternly. He held his palm out towards her and she pouted at him.

"Spoil sport, you don't let me have any fun! You like keeping it all to yourself!" She reluctantly took his hand and lowered herself on top of the bar so that she was sitting instead of stumbling on it.

Red jumped off of the stool with a slight groan at the impact on his knees.

Lizzie swung her legs happily as the crowd around them groaned in disappointment.

"You suck!" Red heard somewhere amongst them. He chuckled to himself. With steady hands, he grabbed Lizzie around the waist and helped her jump down. She stumbled even with his support, she wouldn't be able to walk in this state. He finally decided to pick her up, bridal style and carry her.

"Boo!"

The chorus of defeat followed him as he walked outside with a giggling Lizzie in his arms.

AN2: How did I do? Leave your thoughts!