This was just thrown to together. I meant to edit it but I am too lazy and I haven't updated in forever and just wanted an update out there. Enjoy.

things that are wrong are sometimes right

CHAPTER FOUR

They didn't even take the car, they just went around the block. Jack told her he goes there all the time and they had never once I.D.'d him. She guessed they weren't about to start either because they got in to the bar no problem. It was a pretty nice place for a joint called "Joe's".

Jack got her a martini and a beer for himself. She didn't really need a drink after all the wine she had at dinner but she sipped on it to be polite.

She drank her drink and watched as a blonde woman made advances on Jack. Jack looked content but he didn't make his usual dirty remarks back. The blonde asked Jack if he would like to go somewhere more private and, to Valerie's surprise, Jack said no. He turned down a girl making moves on him.

"You any good at pool?" Jack asked her as he eyed the table. The blonde had rushed off after Jack shut down her offer.

"Nope." She said sincerely. "If you want someone who sinks the cue ball every shot, I'm your girl. If you want someone who sinks that eight ball so early there's no way it's not embarrassing? I'm your girl."

"Shame," he said. "Still up for a game?"

Valerie agreed to a game against Jack. She had already accepted she was going to lose before they even made the small trek to the table.

Jack set up the balls and broke them up because Valerie's shot wouldn't have enough force to do so. Jack sunk a solid and Valerie knew enough about pool to know that meant Valerie was striped.

First attempt Valerie didn't even hit the cue ball hard enough to hit anything else. If she was going to do this, she was going to need another drink. She chugged the martini back and got another.

"If you end up half in the sack you're gonna do even worse." Jack laughed at her.

"We'll see."

Jack was right. Buzzed Valerie was worse than Sober Valerie.

"Just let me teach you how to hold it right, at least."

Valerie stared at him. "No, I don't wanna do that cliché waist-holding-grinding up on each other romantic-looking thing. Might ruin my image."

Jack scoffed at her speech. "What's your image?"

"Detroit's Innocent Angel."

"I'm sure," Jack said, grabbing a hold of her waist anyway. "We're doing that cliché shit whether you like it or not because you're crap at pool."

Valerie leaned into him, giving in. "Alright, teach me your ways, Pool Master."

"You say that as a joke but I'm actually a master at hustling pool."

"Always wondered where you got your rent money."

Jack got Valerie to hold the stick write and showed her how to aim better. She could feel him breathing down her back they were that close. Jack pulled them back and then lunged them forward so they could manage to hit the cue ball. Valerie could feel all his body heat radiating on to her. The ball bounced around and actually knocked some others. A striped five fell into the hole.

She grinned and Jack gave her a nod, backing off her. "Okay, now try for yourself."

Valerie leaned over to hit the cue ball but lacked the confidence she had when Jack was holding on to her. She managed to knock a few pool balls around on her own but none sunk.

"At least you're better."

Valerie only sunk three balls total. Jack sunk all of his, winning by a landslide. Valerie was also completely sloshed now, she stated she had needed the liquid confidence for the game but she hadn't been this drunk since the summer after eleventh grade.

A familiar Hit Me! blasted through the bars speakers and suddenly the dance floor seemed a whole lot more appealing to Valerie. There were a few couple ups there dancing and a couple girls just jumping around and Valerie decided to join.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked, worry in his voice that she was straying. Valerie didn't answer.

Can you keep up, baby boy, make me lose my breath...

Valerie joined the other girls who were just jumping around to Destiny's Child at first. She just jumped with them to the beat for a while. But she was drunk enough to do her own thing and found herself in the centre of the floor. She could feel people watching but she already had let go of all her inhibitions. Valerie let her hips sway to the beat, uncaring. She saw Jack a little further back and slipped off her leather jacket, tossing it to him. She watched him slip it on to one of the bar stools.

Her hair was flinging around wildly and sweat beads had formed all over her skin but she didn't want to stop dancing. She hadn't danced in what felt like a long time.

The beat of Lose My Breath rolled out and Justin Timberlake's, Like I Love You, rolled in. Mid-sway a pair of hands gripped at her hips, pulling her against them and helping her sway to the beat. She tilted her head to get a look at who was behind her. Jack stood there. He was just as close as he was as he taught her to play pool but now they were both caving into each other's bodies.

Valerie slid down Jack's body, letting her hands slowly trail down his chest. He kept pulling her closer until the warmth between them was as thick as the tension. Slowly, Valerie made her way back up, making sure they were still closely pressed together. His short, hot breaths hit her neck and made her shiver. Valerie grinded against him and she swore she heard him laugh.

"I bet your brother doesn't know you can dance like that."

Valerie smirked. "I bet you're not gonna tell him."

"You're right."

They danced so tight Valerie wasn't even sure where she ended and Jack started anymore. It was all a blur of hands, hips, and legs. Valerie didn't know Jack could dance at all, he seemed too cool. Jack seemed like the guy who leaned up against the back wall, smoking a cigarette, eyeing the females moving across the room, and making them come to him.

But Jack had started this and Valerie wasn't ready to finish it, not even when the bartender yelled out last call or not even when she was forced to when the bartender told them he had to close up.

They stumbled home together, Valerie clinging to Jack's shoulder for support. They never really spoke after Jack brought up her brother but they hadn't needed to. She was amazed at how carefree they had been. Her grudge against him causing her to get no sleep melted away as they melted together and all her other thoughts left. All she could feel was the beat and Jack.

Jack fumbled for the keys and let them inside. As soon as they were in, Valerie threw off her boots. They were cramping her feet all night.

"Does that guy, Cole, know how you can move?" Jack asked randomly.

Valerie was almost too tired to comprehend the question. "No but I bet he'll figure it out."

Valerie slumped on the couch, her feet had given up. Making it to her room would not be possible.

Jack watched her with raised brows. "What happened to the Innocent Angel of Detroit?"

"She'll be back tomorrow," mumbled Valerie, her eyes getting heavy. "She just left after the sixth martini."

Jack shook his head. "Goodnight, Val."

When Valerie woke up, she wished she had been awake enough last night to remember to close the curtains. The sun blasted in through the windows, immediately reminding her of how much she drank. She had forgot what a hangover had felt like until now and she really wanted to forget it again.

A glass of water and an aspirin were laid on the coffee table. She guessed Jack did it but Valerie didn't care why it was there, she just wanted to take it for a little relief.

"You're awake," Jake said, coming out of his room. His voice was just a little too loud. "I thought you might have died."

"You thought I died and you just left me here on the couch. Heroic."

"I try," Jack looked over to the counter. "There's some sausage and egg McMuffins and hashbrowns over there if you wish to indulge in that greasy hangover cure."

That was enough to motivate Valerie to get up. The food was almost cold and sort of soggy, Jack must have been up way before her, but it still tasted amazing to her right now.

"Thank you. You are the greatest."

Valerie had been trying to repress her memory from the night before but it was all there, in hazy pictures. Looking at Jack made it all come to the surface. She had grinded all over Jack for hours. She dirty danced her brother's best friend. Stef would kill her.

"Um, I'm sorry about last night," she rambled out an apology which was even more humiliating than just ignoring what happened. "I'm a horny drunk. Also, I think I'm Beyoncé when I'm drunk. But you've experienced both of those meshed together and I'm sorry."

Jack just looked at her. "And the Innocent Angel of Detroit returns."

Valerie groaned at the name she coined for herself. "And I'm sorry I called myself that."

Jacks lips twitched. "You had fun, that's all that matters."