Face It - Chapter 2: Liquor
The noise was giving Summer a headache. Poor, "small town girl" Summer had never been to a club. And everybody was drinking, which she didn't approve of. Where she came from, if you drank, you were one of the socially accepted, and Summer had always been far more liberal and stayed true to herself. Not to mention, her dad loved alcohol, and it was her least favorite feature about him. So now when she saw everyone getting shit-faced, she definitively wasn't enjoying herself.
Summer felt a presence beside her, of course not in a creepy psychic way, but she could just tell that someone was standing next to her, and looked over.
"Hi, Matt," she said. He stared at her for a moment longer, then he leaned in for a kiss. Summer didn't hesitate to smack him upside the head. "No! Bad Matt. You're drunk." She could tell because he reeked of alcohol (which had been another thing that hinted her that someone was standing next to her).
"No I'm not," he insisted, though his voice slurred.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yeah, babe!" he told her with a big grin.
"Okay, then how about you meet me in the back room? I'll be there in five minutes," she told him slyly, narrowing her smoky eyes to look more sultry. It took a second to click, but then understanding crossed his features and he smiled a drunken, "cool guy" smile and slipped away into the crowd; or he tried. He stumbled and tripped once or twice.
Summer sighed in relief once he was gone. Of course, she was not meeting him in five minutes. She looked around for the other band members, feeling like a babysitter who has to keep tags on the wayward children she's in charge of. She recognized Quinn being pinned against the wall by a curvy little blonde, playing a bit of tonsil hockey. She searched and saw that Ryan was dancing on top of a table. She shook her head, he was the youngest, seemingly the most innocent and appeared to be a gentleman, but the alcohol just made him seem like an immature jerk. A hand flew to her mouth as she saw the table tip and him fall off. She pushed through the crowd and to his side. His eyes were closed, he was out. She looked for any blood, just incase it was because he hit his head, but it seemed like he'd just passed out.
"Summer! What the hell?!" she heard Matt yell and he stomped over. "I thought you were meeting me."
"Renae," she corrected again, "and it hasn't been five minutes…"
"I'm not stupid," he said, and continued, ignoring her roll her eyes, "I know you're not coming."
"Never mind that, take Ryan back to the room, okay?" he said. "He's out, just take care of him." Matt didn't protest. They may be out of control rock stars, but they were practically brothers and watched out for each other. And by the look on Matt's face, Ryan passing out wasn't unusual.
There, crisis averted, she thought.
However, it seems she jinxed herself since the next second, she heard a big commotion in the far corner of the room and recognized Joe's voice over all of them. She ran over, noticing how the crowd wasn't as packed in that part of the room anymore, but that was because they were all crowding around the fight.
Summer pushed through the crowd roughly, using her elbows and shoving people, she had to get to the front to see what was going on.
Joe was fighting with some guy he probably didn't even know, and it had all been verbal so far. However, Summer saw him raise his fist and she jumped in front of him. "Joe! Get a hold of yourself!" Joe pushed her out of the way.
"No! I'm gonna beat the shit out of this guy!" he yelled. Summer wasn't giving up that easily. She stepped in front of him again. She was about to talk some sense in him, but the guy Joe was in a fight with spoke up.
"You're little girlfriend has you on a short leash," he laughed. He was a big, ugly thing with bad teeth. Summer spun around to yell at him, her finger already pointed.
"You-" she started, but her hand knocked the cup of beer out of his hand, all of the liquid inside splashing onto his shirt. He stood, shocked for a moment, then anger flashed across his features. She felt extremely small now.
"Why you…" he growled at her, advancing on her, but she was pushed to the side by Joe, who had been standing behind her. Joe's fist went right into the man's jaw and the guy stumbled back wards. Even more angry, and now a little dazed, the man came back, swinging a punch and getting Joe right in the cheek bone with his fist. Joe almost fell over, and in the time he was taking to shake the stars from his vision, the big oaf walked over, fist clenched for another punch. Thinking quickly, Summer ran up behind him and kicked him right behind the knees to make his legs buckle and quickly pushed him forward so he'd fall. She jumped over him and saw that Quinn had already pushed his way through the crowd and was trying to get Joe out of there, who was still very determined to fight. Summer helped to drag him through the crowd. Just outside of the circle stood Matt and a dazed Ryan.
"Come on, we're out of here," Quinn said and they all ran back to the bus before the giant of a man could follow them.
"Jesus, Summer! Why'd you have to get in the middle of it? I was doing just fine on your own," Joe yelled.
"Hey, incase you didn't notice, that guy was pretty much Goliath," she told him, making them all coffee.
"Yeah, well, David beat Goliath."
"Yeah, well," she said, mocking his tone, "David wasn't drunk off his ass." Joe shut up, Ryan and Matt laughed, Quinn was quiet.
"Ryan, you're no better," she said and was about to scold him for passing out, but she was stopped.
"Hey, Summer, you're not our mother, so shut up," Joe yelled.
"Joe, back off," Quinn said sternly. Joe set his jaw, looking angry, but being quiet.
"Thank you, Quinn," Summer said.
"You need to back off, too," he told her, but a bit more gentle. "We're going to drink, you can't stop us, and thank you for watching out for us tonight, but we don't really need you to. We're grown men."
"Men? You call yourselves men? Well you know what liquor does to men? It turns them into assholes," she said.
"Oh you think so?" Joe challenged.
"I know so," she retorted.
"Hey! Would you two give it a rest?" Matt snapped. Summer was fed up and she stormed back to the bunk room.
Summer felt a presence beside her, of course not in a creepy psychic way, but she could just tell that someone was standing next to her, and looked over.
"Hi, Matt," she said. He stared at her for a moment longer, then he leaned in for a kiss. Summer didn't hesitate to smack him upside the head. "No! Bad Matt. You're drunk." She could tell because he reeked of alcohol (which had been another thing that hinted her that someone was standing next to her).
"No I'm not," he insisted, though his voice slurred.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yeah, babe!" he told her with a big grin.
"Okay, then how about you meet me in the back room? I'll be there in five minutes," she told him slyly, narrowing her smoky eyes to look more sultry. It took a second to click, but then understanding crossed his features and he smiled a drunken, "cool guy" smile and slipped away into the crowd; or he tried. He stumbled and tripped once or twice.
Summer sighed in relief once he was gone. Of course, she was not meeting him in five minutes. She looked around for the other band members, feeling like a babysitter who has to keep tags on the wayward children she's in charge of. She recognized Quinn being pinned against the wall by a curvy little blonde, playing a bit of tonsil hockey. She searched and saw that Ryan was dancing on top of a table. She shook her head, he was the youngest, seemingly the most innocent and appeared to be a gentleman, but the alcohol just made him seem like an immature jerk. A hand flew to her mouth as she saw the table tip and him fall off. She pushed through the crowd and to his side. His eyes were closed, he was out. She looked for any blood, just incase it was because he hit his head, but it seemed like he'd just passed out.
"Summer! What the hell?!" she heard Matt yell and he stomped over. "I thought you were meeting me."
"Renae," she corrected again, "and it hasn't been five minutes…"
"I'm not stupid," he said, and continued, ignoring her roll her eyes, "I know you're not coming."
"Never mind that, take Ryan back to the room, okay?" he said. "He's out, just take care of him." Matt didn't protest. They may be out of control rock stars, but they were practically brothers and watched out for each other. And by the look on Matt's face, Ryan passing out wasn't unusual.
There, crisis averted, she thought.
However, it seems she jinxed herself since the next second, she heard a big commotion in the far corner of the room and recognized Joe's voice over all of them. She ran over, noticing how the crowd wasn't as packed in that part of the room anymore, but that was because they were all crowding around the fight.
Summer pushed through the crowd roughly, using her elbows and shoving people, she had to get to the front to see what was going on.
Joe was fighting with some guy he probably didn't even know, and it had all been verbal so far. However, Summer saw him raise his fist and she jumped in front of him. "Joe! Get a hold of yourself!" Joe pushed her out of the way.
"No! I'm gonna beat the shit out of this guy!" he yelled. Summer wasn't giving up that easily. She stepped in front of him again. She was about to talk some sense in him, but the guy Joe was in a fight with spoke up.
"You're little girlfriend has you on a short leash," he laughed. He was a big, ugly thing with bad teeth. Summer spun around to yell at him, her finger already pointed.
"You-" she started, but her hand knocked the cup of beer out of his hand, all of the liquid inside splashing onto his shirt. He stood, shocked for a moment, then anger flashed across his features. She felt extremely small now.
"Why you…" he growled at her, advancing on her, but she was pushed to the side by Joe, who had been standing behind her. Joe's fist went right into the man's jaw and the guy stumbled back wards. Even more angry, and now a little dazed, the man came back, swinging a punch and getting Joe right in the cheek bone with his fist. Joe almost fell over, and in the time he was taking to shake the stars from his vision, the big oaf walked over, fist clenched for another punch. Thinking quickly, Summer ran up behind him and kicked him right behind the knees to make his legs buckle and quickly pushed him forward so he'd fall. She jumped over him and saw that Quinn had already pushed his way through the crowd and was trying to get Joe out of there, who was still very determined to fight. Summer helped to drag him through the crowd. Just outside of the circle stood Matt and a dazed Ryan.
"Come on, we're out of here," Quinn said and they all ran back to the bus before the giant of a man could follow them.
"Jesus, Summer! Why'd you have to get in the middle of it? I was doing just fine on your own," Joe yelled.
"Hey, incase you didn't notice, that guy was pretty much Goliath," she told him, making them all coffee.
"Yeah, well, David beat Goliath."
"Yeah, well," she said, mocking his tone, "David wasn't drunk off his ass." Joe shut up, Ryan and Matt laughed, Quinn was quiet.
"Ryan, you're no better," she said and was about to scold him for passing out, but she was stopped.
"Hey, Summer, you're not our mother, so shut up," Joe yelled.
"Joe, back off," Quinn said sternly. Joe set his jaw, looking angry, but being quiet.
"Thank you, Quinn," Summer said.
"You need to back off, too," he told her, but a bit more gentle. "We're going to drink, you can't stop us, and thank you for watching out for us tonight, but we don't really need you to. We're grown men."
"Men? You call yourselves men? Well you know what liquor does to men? It turns them into assholes," she said.
"Oh you think so?" Joe challenged.
"I know so," she retorted.
"Hey! Would you two give it a rest?" Matt snapped. Summer was fed up and she stormed back to the bunk room.
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