tonight we are young -- grace

[JASON KURT ASTOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] give me a second i, i need to get my story straight my friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she is waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things the holes in my apologies you know i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i'll carry you home tonight (past thread woo0o000o0 ~ hope it’s okay!) Jason Astor. Twenty years old and out of his mind. The club was packed. Or maybe it just felt that way. There were certainly a lot more people than there had been an hour ago, when he’d stumbled in here with Gracie clinging to his arm, laughing at him for something or other. They were celebrating the resolution of another of their stupid arguments. They’d been arguing a lot this past year or so, and this last time they hadn’t spoken for three weeks, before he’d swallowed his pride and apologised. It was always him apologising, it seemed, but it didn’t matter. They were okay again now. Their bond was always much more solid after a falling out, as though strengthened by the fact that it had been tested and survived. He always felt closest to her after almost losing her. Although he had lost her, here, now. At least in the physical sense. The last he’d seen her she’d been by the bar… but already that memory was hazy, out of focus. He’d had a lot to drink since then. The room felt smoky and airless, hot and sultry. The dull thud of the music felt like it was inside him, making his organs jump and twitch, reverberating through his sternum. It felt like the music was the only thing keeping his heart beating. It felt like if the music stopped, his insides would go still and he would die. He was slowly forcing his way through the crowd. One hand held out in front like a blind man, pushing people impatiently out of his way, the other hand up in the air, holding his drink aloft to try and avoid spilling it. Ahead of him, he saw a flash of blonde hair, of narrow shoulders and a white smile. “Grace!” He called, but inaudible over the music. It felt like it’d been a lifetime since he’d seen her last. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find her again in this tangled mess of writhing limbs. He reached her, put his chin on her shoulder and curled his free hand around her waist. “Grace. Grace. I thought I’d lost you forever.” She was shrugging him off, brown eyes wide and wired and wary… and he remembered Grace didn’t have brown eyes, and realised that this wasn’t her at all. He jerked back, holding his one free hand up in apology. “Sorry. Sorry. I thought you were someone else. You look like my friend from the back. You’re much prettier from the front, though. What’s your name?” Whatever her name was, she apparently wasn’t interested. She slunk away, and Jason shrugged and continued on his way through the press of bodies. He sniffed, wrinkled his nose. It was sore, dry and cracked and worn on the inside. Still aching courtesy of the two lines he’d just snorted in the men’s room. His face felt hot, but a steady numbness spread across the lower half of it. He could no longer feel his jaw, but he knew he was grinning. Probably like a maniac. No wonder the girl hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. He saw Grace, then. For real. From the front, so he could be pretty sure it actually was her, this time. He stumbled his way towards her, drink still held above his head. “Grace!” He yelled, struggling to be heard over the noise of the club. “Grace! I think I just assaulted someone. I just groped someone. If she calls the cops and tells them I’m a pervert, tell them I was with you the whole time.” ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY FUN.

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[GRACELYN AYLA BELL]

SHE WAS A

PROM QUEEN

[style=width:320px;text-align:justify]SHE'S POPULAR WITH ALL THE GUYS SO INNOCENT IN MY EYES SHE WOULD HAVE HAD THE WORLD IF SHE WERE MINE SHE HAD IT ALL FIGURED OUT BUT LEFT ME WITH A BROKEN HEART FUCKED AROUND AND TURNED ME DOWN -------------

this evening was starting to get really dull. or well, it was about one in the morning but whatever. she rolled her eyes as she took another small sip from the bottle. this was already her second... or third bottle. she couldn’t remember, but it wasn’t like she was thaaaat out of it. gracie giggled and flicked a piece of hair out of her way. she had been here with jace, who was of course wrong in their argument. see, the funny thing about their fights was that she always won and although she had to endure hours, sometimes days without him, it was fine. she was good, she knew it and at least he learned his lesson... one way or another. at this point, what they had been arguing about wasn’t even important. it had something to do with the fact that she was blah blah blah, doing something wrong and jace wasn’t holding up his side of the friendship and blah blah blah. it was pathetic and she didn’t know what was so bad at all. it wasn’t like she slept with his friend. sure, she had kissed him right in front of jace and then maybe made some comment about bringing him home with her, but it wasn’t that bad. plus, jace had been hitting on her friend before. sure he said he didn’t know they were friends... and they weren’t, but still. jace couldn’t be friends with anyone but her. gracie had decided that early on and he was only allowed to be her friend. through thick and thin and nothing else.

she smirked. only a few hours ago she and jace had come arm in arm and now, here they were. drunk and basically out of their minds. and here was gracie glancing at a nearby boy. he couldn’t be more than maybe eighteen, nineteen years old, but he was cute. actually, he was really cute. gracie snuck at another peek at him, only to see him checking her out just as much. the blond hair sticking out in different directions, his jeans sagging just a little, and a baby face to match. it was definitely not one of those sort of guys you usually saw in one of these bars, but it was what caught her attention. it was only then did he finally walk towards her, picking up another drink on the way. “hey,” his words were slurred. his eyes gazed over her chest and then her legs, quite possibly her best features. after a little bit of talking, well, not much talking, more like checking each other out and trying to figure the best way to get the person into a private room without causing too much attention. and of course gracie was in the center of attention. she always was.

it took only seconds for jace to ruin it of course. y’know, the whole mental game of undressing each other. “gracie!” the boy raised an eyebrow, “he your boyfriend?” she shook her head. no, of course not. never. ew. gross. disgusting. she would never date someone who was that drunk. or at least not right not. the kid wasn’t happy when he was sober either so what good would that do? plus. what would her sister say? the boy didn’t seem at all convinced though, especially when jace kept talking. with the last few sentences, he walked away. and as much as grace wanted to keep with the boy, she wasn’t a chaser. she was to be chased. never the other way around. one of her many rules of being a classy lady. gracie rolled her eyes and glanced at her friend, “now jacey, i don’t associate with pervs or gropers. remember that next time you’re drunk and stumbling around.” she took another sip of her drink, her words cool and collected, “anyways, where have you been? some kid was totally hitting on me. loser, i’ll tell you. no one has good moves nowadays. it’s totally lame.” she smirked. yeah. why was it that she was just that much better than everyone else? and because of this, it made her life incredibly boring. lame.

notes: here comes miss bitch! <3 ALSO. I FOUND GRACIE'S THEME SONG. LMAO. CLICK. or well! the lyrics are herrrr. not the real song. lmao <33333

[JASON KURT ASTOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] give me a second i, i need to get my story straight my friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she is waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things the holes in my apologies you know i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i'll carry you home tonight It took Jason a few seconds too long to realise he’d come blundering in and interrupted something. Grace was talking to some kid – how old was he, twelve? Fucking child. Before he had time to say or do anything about it, the kid had gone. Slunk off. Fucking child. What was he even thinking? Standing around, flirting with Grace? His Grace? Sometimes he thought he ought to walk around with a sign, an arrow always pointing to her: She is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Do not even look at her. Grace was his – didn’t she know that? Didn’t she know she belonged to him? If she wanted to scare off all his other friends, all the women who showed even a glimmer of interest, then he had the right to do the same. He didn’t want anyone near her. Anyone but him. No one else could be trusted. No one else was good for her like he was. Did she not see how devoted he was? What lengths he would go to? He would die… well, okay. Maybe not. He was drunk. High. Everything got all blown out of proportion when he was inebriated. He was always much more dramatic like this. Much more prone to deciding that he wasn’t done getting over, that he still loved her… But no. He didn’t. He’d already talked himself out of that one. “Now Jacey, I don’t associate with pervs or gropers. Remember that next time you’re drunk and stumbling around.” She said, sipping from her drink. She was eying him in that cool, condescending way that drove him nuts, but he didn’t care right now. “Aww, but babe, you’re not telling me I have to clean up my act, are you? You’re not going to make me behave?” He asked rhetorically, rolling his eyes skyward, laughing briefly. He recovered his wits enough to recognise he could lower his drink-hand now, and did so, downing the rest of the liquor in one. He slammed the empty cup down on the bar with a flourish, then grimaced. Somehow the booze had mingled with the bitter drip of coke sliding it’s way down his throat – the taste was unpleasant to say the least. “Anyways where have you been? Some kid was totally hitting on me. Loser, I’ll tell you. No one has good moves nowadays. It’s totally lame.” She was smirking. Jason wanted to lift his hand and wipe that smirk off her face – it made her look ugly, twisted. He’d either wipe it off or kiss it off. Either way. He resisted the temptation, but the effort of doing so made him feel twitchy and uncomfortable. In reply to her question, he merely rolled his eyes again. Where did she think he’d been? Where was it he always went? It was as if they’d never met or something. As if she’d forgotten the way things went. He’d always make some excuse, slink away, return twenty minutes later high as a fucking kite. Didn’t take a genius. It wasn’t as if he tried to hide his lifestyle from her now, was it? But that kid, hitting on her. Fucking knew it. Fucking twelve year olds. “Want me to kick his ass?” He’d do it gladly. Well, try. He wasn’t really in any state to be kicking anyone’s ass right now. He couldn’t even really stand up completely unsupported – one of his hands was clasped tight around the edge of the bar, and he was leaning on it more than he might have cared to admit. note -- miss bitch forever! and great theme song! <333 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY FUN.

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[GRACELYN AYLA BELL]

SHE WAS A

PROM QUEEN

[style=width:320px;text-align:justify]SHE'S POPULAR WITH ALL THE GUYS SO INNOCENT IN MY EYES SHE WOULD HAVE HAD THE WORLD IF SHE WERE MINE SHE HAD IT ALL FIGURED OUT BUT LEFT ME WITH A BROKEN HEART FUCKED AROUND AND TURNED ME DOWN -------------

the relationship had always been sort of a mystery to the media. they knew she and the ‘mysterious kid’ or whatever they called him now were good friends. they knew that they always hung out together, but what really went on between the two was even beyond gracie’s comprehension. she couldn’t believe that she was fortunate to really have him as a friend and yet, there were times when she was disgusted with herself for being associated with him as well. but he had been there for her during her real teen years. the ones where she could just relax and be herself. even though now... now she didn’t really have that part of her anymore. the innocence was gone. she lost her virginity when she was sixteen years old to college student. the guy was five years older than her. it was almost like after that, she was a different person. but jace stuck with her. and although she would never tell him how much she appreciated him for that, really, she had his back. gracie rolled her eyes with him, “now if you cleaned up your act, you’d be just as dull as your brother. and we know that’s why you’ll always be my favorite twin.” there were a few people who glanced at the two as if there was a spark between them, but there shouldn’t be. there was nothing ever between the two. it was just a mere... flirtation. fun. whatever. no big deal, right?

“sure,” she raised an eyebrow. ooh, a good bar fight would just make the night all the more interesting, right? she grinned, “y’know, if you could walk in a straight line.” she loved messing around with him. it was just sort of the way gracie was. she had the tendency of wanting to drive people crazy. she messed with their thoughts, their attitudes. she wanted to drive them over the edge and there were many times when it happened. she didn’t know how, didn’t know why, but the thrill of it was just uplifting. it made her feel so much more powerful and of course in her books, power was everything. the kid was no longer going through her mind. the last thing she needed to be accused of was making out with a minor. ew. gross. disgusting. not only that but her pr would have a hayday. i mean. like. she had already been going through a tough time trying to get gracelyn bell to get her act together, but since that wasn’t working, they spent a lot of time getting good reviews, finding good scripts, and of course the all goody two shoes charity giving. yeah. like that was really going to hype up her image. sure she knew where indonesia was and the details of the earthquake. she had to act like she cared about them. that’s what she did for a living. she acted. she was damn good at it too. without warning, gracie tiptoed up to his level and put her fingers through jace’s hair, her eyes lively and bright like they always were when she knew what she was doing. her lips brushed against his before her hands made their way down to belt buckles of his jeans. every part of her body touched the slightest, but something inside of her stirred. no. it wasn’t just giddiness. it wasn’t just the school girl crush. but it couldn’t be love either. that would just be... ew. gross. disgusting. “dance with me,” she mouthed, dragging him to the middle of the bar where the music suddenly seemed muffled, the air humid, and all this drinking was just making her body tingle with excitement and anticipation.

notes: ohmygawd. i can't figure out which one i like better! the old gracie/jace or the new grace/jace! ;aldjas;lkd

[JASON KURT ASTOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] give me a second i, i need to get my story straight my friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she is waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things the holes in my apologies you know i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i'll carry you home tonight “Now if you cleaned up your act, you’d be just as dull as your brother. And we know that’s why you’ll always be my favourite twin.” She said, and Jason laughed. If he ever became as dull as his brother, he’d probably have to kill himself. “I’ll always be your favourite? Hell, are you feeling sentimental, Frosty? That’s almost admitting that you like me.” He joked. These past few years Grace had been something of an ice queen, especially in regards to expressing her affection. They used to be open with each other, when they were kids, but something had changed. She’d changed. And now she expressed affection only in thinly veiled insults. He was okay with that, even if it was sometimes hard for him to gage exactly where he stood in her esteem. “Sure. Y’know, if you could walk in a straight line.” She said, one eyebrow cocked. Challenge. He saw challenge in her expression. “I can walk in a straight fucking –” He let go of the bar and made to stand up straight, swayed, stumbled back until his shoulder hit the wall and stopped him falling. “Well, I could twenty minutes ago.” He lurched forward again, reaching for his drink. The cup was empty. He didn’t remember finishing it. Perhaps he shouldn’t drink anymore… or maybe he should. Much more. He wasn’t on the floor yet, so surely he still had the capacity for more booze. He was still musing over the empty drink dilemma when Grace suddenly appeared in front of him, standing on tip toes so she was almost level with him. She ran her fingers through his hair, and startled, Jason dared to meet her eyes. They were bright, but in control. She was messing with him again. She was always messing with him. Sometimes he thought that she knew. How he felt. Had felt. Had. Past fucking tense. Sometimes he thought that she’d known how he’d felt, and that’s why she did stuff like this. Why she was just playing with him. Teasing him. That’s what she did nowadays – fuck with people’s heads. He’d seen her do it all the time, to get her own way or just for the fun of it. She’d done it to him all the time. Her lips on his. Just for a second. He resisted the urge to lean forward, to catch her lips and hold them. There was no good in doing that. Nothing good would come of that. She was only teasing him. He knew that. He knew that. Her hands were on his belt. She was pressing up against him without really pressing up against him. He felt a twist of longing in his gut and told himself that it was normal. It was normal. He was a man, and she was an attractive woman, and it was perfectly normal to want to tear her clothes off when she was getting this close to him. “Dance with me.” He saw her lips move, but he couldn’t hear her voice. She was dragging him to the middle of the bar, where there was nothing to prop himself up against but her. The air was hot here. The music so much louder. And there were so many people pressing in all sides, sweaty people writhing together like idiots. And there was Grace right in front of him, and he wanted to touch her. He wanted to touch her and for her to feel like he felt right now, frustrated and alert and alive. He wasn’t sure what was the alcohol, what was the coke, and what was Grace. Three separate forces altering his mind. He wasn’t sure which way was up, and she had that perfectly ‘in control’ look in her eyes. Did she have to be so in control? “I don’t like dancing.” He said without inflection, but his words were lost. Inaudible. Pointless. note -- psht, they're awesome whatever time they're in! ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY FUN.

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[GRACELYN AYLA BELL]

SHE WAS A

PROM QUEEN

[style=width:320px;text-align:justify]SHE'S POPULAR WITH ALL THE GUYS SO INNOCENT IN MY EYES SHE WOULD HAVE HAD THE WORLD IF SHE WERE MINE SHE HAD IT ALL FIGURED OUT BUT LEFT ME WITH A BROKEN HEART FUCKED AROUND AND TURNED ME DOWN -------------

it was funny to think that the two were only friends. yeah. they were only friends. they were nothing else. they couldn’t. they never would be. gracie made that sure when she decided that she didn’t want to be little miss perfect growing up. she didn’t want to be that girl who always did everything she was told. she was an individual. she knew what she wanted. she didn’t need people to survive. and frankly, in the middle of all the self identifying, she realized that she would never really get to be with jace. she didn’t even know how she felt about him. sure, they had kissed a few times. twice during those spin the bottle games. another few times when they were drunk, but those never lasted very long. she knew that they weren’t that serious. she knew they were just friends. nothing else. never. gracie smirked and tilted her head, “nostalgia are for bitches with nothing better to do than wanting the past. i’m being factual. there’s a difference.” there was no way she was going to truly say her feelings. she would never say that she liked jace as a friend and even if she liked him more than friends, it wasn’t going to come out. she knew what she was doing most of the time and that part would never change. they would never be together and of course the two of them knew that. they knew that well. gracie almost burst out laughing when he stumbled into the wall. well. there went her ride back home. she could always call her driver, but the last thing she needed was to be lectured about underage drinking when she was drunk. “jacey, you’re completely out of it,” she commented before handing him another glass, “have another.” they were beyond drunk and yet, here she was offering him another glass of poison. sober gracie would have been a little more in control and yet, here she was. wanting one thing and one thing only. whether she was going to get it was a different answer.

feeling her body so close to his made her giddy. she wanted to be closer. with him. in him. maybe it was their past history or something. maybe it was the way he always was there for her. something made him irresistible. especially at this moment and she couldn’t seem to control herself. the people she had been talking previously suddenly faded away. they were in the middle of the bar. together. “don’t worry,” she whispered, “i’ll change your mind.” her hips were swaying against him, her hands in his pockets, pressing them together. she couldn’t even feel her heart beating heavily against her chest. beads of sweat clung to her skin, making her feel hot, but she didn’t even notice. she hadn’t been this out of it since a while back. she knew she had over her limit, but gracie being gracie. she always wanted to test the limits. she wanted to see how far she could go and it was only now that she was showing it. there was a part of gracie that was telling her she was being stupid. she was teasing him. taunting him. making him want her and nothing else, but what if that wasn’t the case? what if she wanted something more? what if they were meant to be together. what if she wanted to call him official? there were so many questions going through her mind that she couldn’t handle it anymore. the alcohol decided to speak up for her.

gracie’s hand reached for his, with a simple “follow me.” of course she was friends with the bartender who just happened to live upstairs. and she stayed over his place quite a few times. it was nothing new. she simply nodded in his direction before taking jace upstairs. gracie shut the door behind her, vaguely aware that the bed was behind her and that this was jace. her childhood friend she was talking about. this was him. the one she had always depended on. and this was just the drinking controlling her. for someone who had always been in control, this was different. it was strange. it was relacing. it was unfamiliar. but she liked it. she liked this new feeling. standing a little closer to the blue colored sheets, she touched the cloth for just a second before catching his gaze. and then, finally she said what she wanted to say all night and the moment it was out, there was no taking it back. “kiss me.”

notes: frankly, i have no idea where this is goingggg BUUUT i just love them so much. there's like tonsa sexual tension, i swearrrr <33333

[JASON KURT ASTOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] give me a second i, i need to get my story straight my friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state my lover she is waiting for me just across the bar my seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar and i know i gave it to you months ago i know you're trying to forget but between the drinks and subtle things the holes in my apologies you know i'm trying hard to take it back so if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - i'll carry you home tonight “Nostalgia are for bitches with nothing better to do than wanting the past. I’m being factual. There’s a difference.” She was smirking again. Jason merely laughed. Nostalgia was his favourite thing right now. Nostalgia was all he had. He had bad habits. A terrible lifestyle. He knew in all likelihood that he would never amount to anything – that in five years down the line, his coked out husk of a corpse would be found in his apartment after he hadn’t shown up to work for several weeks, and no one would even care. That was the path he was on – self-destruction. A short, lonely, pathetic life lay ahead of him. Every passing second where he didn’t even try to change, the future looked a little bit darker… and by contrast? The past looked so very bright. So wonderful. Things had been simpler then. Better. In reality they probably hadn’t, but that’s how it seemed to him. Nostalgia kept him going. He didn’t say this. What Grace thought or felt towards him and the way he lived had little to no bearing on his actual life nowadays. She was usually off pretending to care about impoverished children, or walking some red carpet somewhere, and he didn’t see her for days, weeks, months. What did it matter to her how he sustained himself in between those brief times, like now, where she crash-landed back into his life? “Jacey, you’re completely out of it. Have another.” Grace was laughing at him. He found he didn’t care, because he had another drink. Worth getting laughed at. “Don’t call me Jacey. Makes me sound like a girl.” He replied, tipping his head back and downing most of the new drink in one. He wasn’t sure what it was – not the same thing he’d been drinking before, though. Probably not a smart thing to do. Mixing liquors. Though he supposed he was past the point where drinking sensibly might make a difference. “You’re a bad influence.” He added. He finished off the drink, then slammed it down onto the bar next to his empty cup with pride. His head was spinning. The club was spinning. He wasn’t sure which lights were there and which were in his head, clouding his vision. She was so close to him. So close, physically. Close enough to merge with her. It was very hot in here. Too hot. Uncomfortably hot. They were going to fuse together. Conjoined twins. He imagined being physically stuck to Grace forever and fought the desire to laugh. It wasn’t really a very funny thought. “Don’t worry. I’ll change your mind.” She was whispering. He heard the words. How? Over the music? It didn’t matter. She’d meant them for him and he heard them. He wanted to drink in her whisper. Was that weird? He was too high for this. He couldn’t handle this right now. But he didn’t really have a choice. She wasn’t giving him a choice. Her hands were in his pockets. Her hips swaying against him. He touched her – and was amazed that he was touching her. That it was suddenly okay to do it. He ran his hands up and down her sides, over the slight swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, to just below her breast and back again. The warmth of her skin radiating out, pressing through her clothes. He moved his hands round, behind her. Felt the hollow of her back, the gentle bumps of her spine, the swoops of her shoulder blades. Holy shit, she was amazing. She was amazing. He watched a bead of sweat form on her collarbone, fascinated. He was moving with her, only. In response to her. Not of his own accord. She might as well have been pulling his strings like a marionette. “You’re amazing.” He told her in a low whisper. He wasn’t sure in what way he meant this – she was amazing, physiologically. The heat of her skin, the feel of her bones. She was amazing, the way she looked right now, sweating, swaying, her eyes wide and bright. She was amazing because she was his. That, especially. “Follow me.” Her hand clasping his. The sudden surety with which she lead him across the bar. Jason followed. He would have followed her anywhere. All she had to do was ask, and he would follow. Always. How could she not know that? They were through a door, up some stairs. A different part of the building, with the thumping chaos of the club far behind them, sealed away. Stairs were very difficult for Jason when he was like this. It seemed to take him an age to climb them. It was a good job Grace was just in front of him, enticing him onwards. He thought maybe he blacked out for a second, at least internally. One minute, the stairs. The next he was in a new room, standing by a bed. Grace in front of him. Saying “kiss me” and he wanted to. He wanted to so badly, but what a mess it would make of things if he did… How severely it would change things… He wasn’t sure if he should. Every single cell in his body was crying out for him to obey, but… He looked at Grace. She’d seemed so in control before. Not so much now. He wondered if she’d remember this in the morning. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t. So what the Hell did it matter anyway? He closed the gap between them decisively. Took her face in his hands and bought her mouth to his. She tasted like booze and lipstick. He was okay with that. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He murmured against her lips, only hesitating for the briefest of possible moments before kissing her again. note -- ha, it ends up going wherever it ends up going. x] lol, silly horny drunks with all their tension. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY FUN.

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