'DRINK baby DRINK [rainn]

[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

So I guess you could say that the most attractive boy you've probably ever laid eyes on was a hardcore drunk. It wasn't something he did to forget everything, but something he did to relax and let loose. It was fairly rare for the kid to actually have fun unless he was doing some sort of sport, and because of the lack of interesting sports here, he choose to get his hands on some fine liquor and guzzle it away. Such a lame ass for drinking alone, but who the hell could blame him. The only girl he really had interest in had enough problems. He didn't want to bring drinking in her life. He knew that she surely didn't deserve that. It would have just made shit worse. The boy laid on his back, his knees bent as he gazed up at the stars. It had been a while since he'd been camping last, but he remembered the way the night sky looked in the total blackness of the unlit earth. It was a nice feeling to see the sky that way again. It sort of gave the boy some sort of hope that he'd get his ass out of here sooner rather then later. Hope. That was the key in his situation. Just keep hoping. Dean tried to let his mind wonder off to the positive experiences he had in his past life as his eyes began to close but suddenly, a booming voice was heard, coming from his left. The boy sat up rather quickly to fight a totally wrecked, blazed out of his mind, huge guy. Wide eyed, Dean got to his feet faster then he should have, instantly feeling dizzy. The boy took a swig of his beer and watched the other guy carefully. What the hell could he want. Dean hadn't done anything wrong or invaded anyones space that he was aware of.

"Can I help you?" The boys words were hardly slurred as he hadn't quite downed enough alcohol to feel the full effects of the rather delightful substance. The guy froze in place and spoke. "Jimmy. Get thuh fucc out of huryou fuckin fatass." With that, the kid moved quickly and uneasily towards Dean, hands outstretched in a mad attempt to grab at him. "The fuck!" Dean wanted to move out of the way, but the guy would have just kept coming, so instead, he drew back his right fist and sent it blasting into the stoned guys face. Backwards he fell, peacefully asleep in his own little world. God damn the child must have taken some form of hallucinogen or something along those lines. There was no way his name was Jimmy. His birth certificate would have said so. Just then, he heard some movement around him. The smell of girls perfume radiated around the area. So a girl was here too?

[BAILEY REESE DANVERS]

Bailey wasn't even sure what she was doing out here. The courtyard was always kinda dark at night, unless you were in a certain spot where a street lamp lightened the darkened area. This didn't stop Bailz from sitting in one of the darker areas late at night. It was amazing how easily it was to sneak out of your room at a certain hour. Dressed in a baby blue t with angel baby written in dark blue letters on the front, jeans and some matching tennis shoes, she'd made her way out there almost two hours ago. She wasn't really sure why she came here. It was a great way to spy on people at night though, Bailz had found that out her first night she'd actually started to sneak away at night. That was almost a month ago. Now she'd done it just about every night since then. She never got caught.

The sounds of voices filled Bailey's ears and she looked around her. It wasn't long before she found the people causing the rakus. One was Dean Spade, the slightly younger cutie that she'd met a little while ago. And the other. Well Bailz wasn't sure who he was. She didn't even think Dean knew who he was. Bailz watched the scene play out before her and it wasn't long before she'd made her way closer to where it was, staying just out of the light the two boys were in. This put her directly behind Dean and she knew that it wasn't likely he didn't know she was here. Especially after he'd tensed up. Bailz didn't wanna intrude or anything but hey, Bailz was never one to listen to anything rational, especially at this time of night. Without warning, she let her soft, sweet voice fell the air, "Dean?" It was just above a whisper and Bailz wasn't even sure he'd head her.

[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

Suddenly Dean heard a voice behind him. As quickly as he had managed to knock the other kid out, he spun around and got himself ready to take a swing at whoever was behind him. Lucky for the girl, he recognized her before he threw a punch. "Oh ... hey Bailz. It's you." His words were slightly slurred as he spoke. She had to have known he was drunk, or at least getting there as the alcohol radiated from his mouth. Yeah, you could say he was pleased with himself for drinking. With that, he took another swig from the glass bottle he had in his hand. What a delicious taste it was. The feeling of burning the back of your throat as you swallow the original flavor of Listerine. That was what it tasted like. But that didn't matter. He liked the burning feeling, the pain. Pain was weakness leaving the body. "What're you doin' here girly?" He spoke with a smile as he took another swig and tossed the bottle to the side. Done with that one. Shit he only had one more. What happened when he ran out. I guess he'd probably just have to go get more, or hell maybe he'd already be drunk and wouldn't need to consume anymore. Dean ran his hand sloppily across his mouth as if to clean up some left over spit or liquid he had managed to get all over his face. The boy stood a foot or two away from Bailey, swaying a bit as he stood there in white nikes, blue and orange plaid shorts, and an orange shirt. Not that it really mattered that he happened to match a bit because it was too dark to even see successfully.

So what was the girl doing out here so late anyway. And why the hell wasn't she with anyone. Then again, Dean wasn't with anyone either. It was just him and his alcohol. And he was good with that. Alcohol could make anyone happy, even a lonely boy. Dean eyed the girl up and down a few times, attempting to catch the image of what she happened to be wearing. It looked like a sweatshirt and some pair of jeans. Either way, she looked pretty damn good. Drunk or not, Bailey was a really pretty girl. And Dean was well aware of it.

[BAILEY REESE DANVERS]

It was almost as if Dean expected the person behind him to be someone he'd need to fight off. His face when he suddenly turned around to face her showed it all. Plus the hand that wasn't holding the beer bottle at the time just happened to be bawled into a fist. Another sign that he was about to fire. His demeanor changed, however, when it realized it was just Bailz. It didn't take her too long to realize Dean was drunk. The swaggering and swaying gave that away rather quickly. Nodding her head in a kind of response to the realization of it just being her, she spoke softly yet again, "Yes, its just Bailz. No need to get all defensive." The annoyance in her voice was rather evident over the fact that he was drunk.

Now, that wasn't to say Bailz didn't drink. She did. She just didn't make a habit of it. It wasn't something that she had to have. And even though she knew Dean's drinking was a problem of his, it still annoyed her that he did it. Hiding things that bothered Bailz, for whatever reason, wasn't one of her strong suits. It never had been. Shrugging her shoulders, "I always come here late at night. I like it here. Its dark and it's normally a great place to be alone." Adverting her eyes to him again, she watched as he dis-guarded the empty bottle, knowing he probably had more some where. It wasn't likely that he didn't.

Adverting her eyes to his, "What about you? What are you doing here? Besides getting drink.. that one's obvious enough to me." And there it was again. Every word that exited her mouth was dripping with annoyance. Most time Bailz hated that she couldn't hide when she was annoyed. It was so freaking annoying. Some people got mad at her for it, another reason she wished she could hide it. Right now with Dean she wasn't sure if he'd get mad or not. All she could do was wait and see. Standing there before him, the poor girl started to fidget. Raising her arm, she folded it over her stomach to rest her hand on her other arm, then began to play with the bracelets lining her wrist.

[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

Wow. What the hell was shoved up her ass and snapped off. Obviously something was bothering the blond as she spoke with 100% annoyance, radiating off her words like a leak at a radiation facility. Why was Bailey so easy to read and Olive not? Almost anything Olive would ever say would make the boy believe her forever and ever, no matter what. Why was Bailey so hard to believe? So hard to understand. Dean felt his face cringe as she spoke yet again with annoyance. She questioned why he was here, other then the obvious. Well, what exactly was the obvious? That he was lonely in his dorm and needed fresh air so he figured he'd be lonely outside? Was that obvious enough? Cause that was why he came out here. He wasn't going to tell her that though. She didn't need to know his sensitive side. Not now anyway. Not when he was drunk and she was fully and utterly pissed for no real reason. "Uhm, well I'm not really doing anything other then getting fucked up. Ha, care to join Babe?" So if she was going to be all moody and whatnot, he was just going to see how far he could push her. First, he would just come up with no good reason. Actually give her a reason to give him an attitude. Maybe then she'd calm the fuck down and they could actually hold a normal conversation rather then just mess with each others minds the way that Dean sure as hell wanted to do at the moment. The boy snapped the top off the last bottle and took a long swig of it before holding it out to Bailey. She had 5 seconds to take it.

5. So what exactly was going to happen if she took the bottle. He was already far gone and there was surely not enough in the last bottle to get her there with him. Sadly. 4. Would they move farther then their on and off friendship? Hook up perhaps? Then again, Dean wasn't one of those horny teenage boys that constantly had sex on his mind. As a matter of fact, he's a virgin. Simply saving it for the right girl I guess. If she ever comes along. 3. So what exactly was Dean going to get out of this. Some company from a fairly prissy girl? Maybe some head? Yeah so he hadn't ever had sex. Didn't mean he didn't do other things. He was desirable you know. 2. One more second and she wouldn't get her chance until he took another swig. She was going to lose her opportunity to get any alcohol in her system at all if she continued to go over 5 seconds. 1. So take the bottle Bailz. What do you have to lose.

[BAILEY REESE DANVERS]

So it was now obvious to Bailz that these two were going to play a little game of cat and mouse. Well then fine. Some people got kicks out of waiting to see how far they could push people before they snapped. Dean was one of those guys. Bailz just wasn't up for playing his little game. When he answered her question and then asked if she wanted to join him, she wasn't sure what to say. It wasn't like her to turn down the change of getting drunk with a really cute guy. Though from the looks of what was left in the bottle, she'd just get a little tipsy. But this turn of events could possibly get Bailz somewhere. Dean was a cute guy but he wasn't the type to fuck around. That wasn't to say that he didn't do other things though.

Watching him take another swig of the beer, he then offered it to her. At first she just stared at it but then she just decided to take it from him. The first thought coming to mind was to pour it out but she wasn't going to do that. That would probably just make him made and she didn't wanna do that. Turning the bottle up, she let the liquid poor into her mouth. It was a tad bit strong but it wasn't anything Bailey couldn't handle. She'd had worse with Braydin. Almost downing the rest of the contents of the bottle, she stopped when there was just another good gulp for Dean to have. She then offered it back to him, smiling slightly, "Happy?" She giggled a little and tilted her head to the side, watching Dean. Slowly, she turned on her heel to walk more into the dark confines of the courtyard.

The girl knew the amount of alcohol she'd had wouldn't do much to her. It would make her tipsy enough to try the one thing that she'd wanted to from the beginning. Not that she didn't normally have the guts to anyways. It was just Dean was different then most guys she knew. She wasn't sure how far he'd let her go. Tonight though she didn't care what happened. She was going to test him tonight. "Deannn" After a couple moments her high pitched voice echoed through the courtyard as she ran to do a couple flips before finally following to the ground a few feet away. The girls eyes were on Dean, a small smirk plastered on her face.

[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

Dean was pleased when Bailey decided to take a chance and pull the bottle from his grasp. You know, the thought that she would go ahead and pour it out did happen to cross through his mind, but lucky for her she didn't. Something stupid like that would have really pushed his buttons a bit too far for his liking. Yeah, she would have gotten screamed at. Maybe even hit. Who the hell knew what the boy was capable of in his drunken state. As she poured the liquor into her mouth Dean watched with a smile, waiting for her to finish and hand the bottle back to him. As she spoke that single word he let out a pleased laugh and nodded. Yeah. He was fairly happy. The boy took the bottle from her grasp and finished it off before tossing it aside. Again, his hand ran over his mouth as if to clean up any left over liquor or saliva. Didn't want to look too nasty in front of such a pretty girl. Not when he had the opportunity to get some. Suddenly Dean realized he was alone. Well not quite alone, but Bailz had stumbled back into the darkness and was probably watching him look around in wonder as he searched for her outline. As the boy waited and listened, he heard his name being called out from the dark. With a smirk, the boy followed his slightly blurred vision of his surroundings towards where his name had come from. He knew the girls voice as he heard it, and knew that it was just them two out here. Them and the knocked out boy who had attempted to hit Dean earlier. He wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon. Which was good, since they didn't quite need any interruptions.

Dean felt himself grinning as he moved into the darkness of the courtyard. Of course he would do stuff with Bailey, but just how much would he allow himself to do in his drunken state. The boy was not a crazed sex addict and therefore didn't require sex to be happy, but then again, other things made him very happy and he knew that Bailey felt the same way. Yeah, he'd been in a girls pants before. It wasn't that hard to get in their pants when you're as cute as he is. The hard part was getting some in return for what you give. No matter, he was more of a giver anyways. Was it weird that the teenage boy didn't have much of a sex drive? He'd hit puberty, so it had nothing to do with that. Who knows. Dean moved forward carefully, making sure not to allow himself to fall just yet. He watched as Bailey stumbled over and fell after doing numerous flips across the yard. Gosh she was pretty. Dean approached her, gazing down at her on the ground with a smirk. "You called?" It wasn't really a question. More like a statement as the boy got on his knees on the ground, straddling the girl but being sure not to put too much weight on her small body. Yeeeah, he would be getting some. Or at least getting a kiss. Then again, that was good enough. Dean placed his hands beside her shoulders as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, the taste of alcohol flowing from his mouth to hers and back. Yum.

[BAILEY REESE DANVERS]

Bailey chucked just slightly as kept her eyes on Dean. For a couple minutes she could see him just perfectly but he couldn't see her. He looked majorly cute looking around for her. When she called his name she watched him follow the sound of where her voice had come from. Making a soft cooing sound to let him know that he was n the right direction, she lifted herself to rest on her elbows. It was insane just how much horny alcohol made Bailz. She was addicted to sex anyways and always wanted it but alcohol heightened her senses and she'd do it with anyone while drunk. At this point she was just hoping that anyone would be Dean. If Bailey's seducing worked, she'd have him one way or another by the time they left each other tonight.

As he made his way over to her, she raised an eyebrow as his question filled her mind. She wondered whether or not it was a question or just a statement. She quickly decided on the later of the two as Dean fell to his knees over her, each of his knees resting on either side of her legs. Looking up at him, she smirked slightly as he placed his hands on either side of her shoulders and then kissed her. Boy was this surprising. Bailz had never expected Dean to do this and yet her they were, kissing in the courtyard. Not like Bailz was gonna complain though, this was at least half of what she wanted.

At first it took her a few moments to react to the the kiss but not long after she kissed him back, lifting her hand to place on the back of his neck, hoping that he didn't break the kiss anytime soon. Bailz other hand rested on his leg, letting her fingers trace lines and circles up and down his thigh. This was taking little to no effort from Bailz. Whatever she'd done to him tonight, was worth it. It seemed she would actually get him to do something with her tonight. Though she still wasn't sure how far he'd let it go. Not that Bailz would give up anytime soon. Dean's kiss was more than enough to drive her even more wild. This was a high that she had never felt before. And it wasn't just because she was drunk.

[DEAN WILLIAM SPADE]

As the boy pressed his lips against Bailey's, he felt a feeling of worry flutter through his stomach as she didn't kiss back right away. He guessed it was a rather large surprise that he was actually doing this, but he really wasn't himself. Drunk Dean was very very different then sober Dean. The boys eyes stayed shut as his lips meshed with the girls lips gently and then roughly, alternating in pace as the kissing slowed and quickened. The boys heart raced rather quickly in his chest as he lifted his right hand to cup the side of her face. Even with his eyes closed, the only thing in his mind was the beautiful girls face. The beautiful girl who happened to be under him right now. Woahh! Boner. The boy slid his tongue with want between her lips and into her delicious mouth. Just think what else of his could be in there. Oh how lovely. But what about the other girl he liked. Could he actually do this to her? Well it wasn't like they were dating, but that didn't mean he didn't like her just a bit, and with a heart like his there was no doubt he was going to feel like an ass after this, but that thought wasn't quite enough to make him stop. He wanted this just as much as Bailey. Maybe it really was the alcohol talking, but still. The boy pulled away and smiled down at her for a few moments. "You're so pretty Bailz. Everything I could ever ask for." Maybe it was simply drunken rambling, but maybe he was serious. Who really knew. Then again, there had been word that Bailey had been with lots of guys, so why was Dean any special to her. Why should he treat her specially if she doesn't feel the same.

Dean grinned wide before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers once again, but this time more passionately. It was almost like you could taste the fire that burned inside him as he kissed the girl. His lips moved from hers, to her cheek, to her neck as his hands trailed down her sides and then back up under her shirt. He'd never gotten himself a peak at what was under her clothes, but tonight he would surely get himself a feel. His muscular hands slid up and under her bra, cupping her breasts rather roughly as he returned to kissing her lips. Damn.

[BAILEY REESE DANVERS]

Bailz wasn't sure why she'd said that and the minute it passed her lips, she regretted it. Not because she didn't feel it but because he was drunk and probably wouldn't remember it later anyways.

When he kissed her again, Bailz was taken back by the passion that seemed alive in the boys kiss. Bailz wasn't really sure if anyone had ever kissed her with this much passion and for a moment Bailz wasn't even sure of she could go through with this. This didn't stop her from kissing him and getting a tingling feeling when he ran his hands down her sides and then under her shirt. His kisses had moved from her mouth to her cheek and neck during that time as well. As he cupped her breast in his hand, Bailz couldn't stop or muffle the soft moan that escaped her lips shortly after. None of the guys Bailz had ever been with made her feel the way Dean was now. Everything he did took her breath away. The sad thing was that normally Bailz would be the first to make any moves, and she would have been if it wasn't for the fact that Bailz was so lost in the feeling that she couldn't think straight. The fact that they were outside in the courtyard was no matter to Bailz. She'd done it outside plenty of times, yet always at night in the shadow of some place where no one could see what was going on. Slowly the girl lifted her hands above her head, smiling slightly at him as she did. Usually she'd just rip it off but she felt the need to let him take control and she honestly wasn't sure why. Well, that was a lie. She did know why she'd just never admit it.[/blockquote][/ul][/justify][/size][/color]