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The music was vibrating the whole house and outside. The thumping was just obnoxious at this point. It was time for a break.
You dragged your beautiful best friend Ace outside where her almost blacked out state made it more difficult to get her anywhere let alone around a pool and into a long, sun tanning seat. You waved at a group of friends sitting out by the tables who seemed to be enjoying their own little presence. They waved back, curious at the scene before them you assumed. You were feeling really good after several shots and a few strawberry margaritas. “She’s not dead!” You shouted, waving your hands over your friend as she snuggled the chair armrest. You wobbled around the wide round edge of the pool as one of the members of the group got up to almost meet you. They probably think you’re a drunk, you thought to yourself as you fell into the arms of someone strong and tall. You giggled and looked up into the most beautiful baby blue eyes. “I just feel really good right now, I’m not fucked up. You’re so strong, oh my god.” You squeezed their arms in your hands as their friends came over.
“Look at the lady killer. You just catch women everywhere, Frankie.” A pierced eyebrow face came to peer over the strong one’s shoulder. You realize they all had long, flowing hair.
“Man, I just wanna braid all of your hairs.” You reached up high and petted the one that had you’s hair. It was a pretty sun bleached blonde color with natural waves toward the bottom. They had it parted in the middle. There was just the hint of a blush creeping across their freckled cheeks from what you could see from the lights from the pool. It was too dark out to see much more.
“I’d be fine with that.” The other friend came to the other side, holding a beer with a fat watch on his wrist.
“Do you need to sit down?” The one named Frankie asked. You shook your head aggressively and the world tipped just a little bit.
“You bitch!” A snarling voice came from across the yard. You twirled around to see the antagonist of the night. Some jackass named Brad that ace had a one night thing with. She said he was a dick and told him to fuck off. “I was talking to her before you interrupted.” He wobbled out on the yard.
You left the safety of your strong hero and made it back over to put yourself between him and her. “She tagged me in because she wanted to leave, loser. Get a clue.” You hauled both your and her purse up on your shoulder to straighten yourself out.
He moved to get into your face. “You don’t know shit.”
“You causing trouble, fella?” The group of friends came closer.
Too bad your tongue was faster. “I know you’re a needle dick.” His hand met your cheek in about half a second but you replied by shoving your fist into his face. He sprawled on his back on the ground as those same strong arms swooped you up and backed away. Frankie’s two friends moved in like hungry wolves and gave two swift kicks to Brad.
“You like hitting women, you sick bastard?” The watch guy yanked Brad off the ground as Brad was scrambling to grab his own bleeding face.
“She broke my nose!” He yelled.
“I’ll do worse than that!” The pierced fella moved in closer.
They both outmanned him, backing Brad up until he fled to the inside of the house. You didn’t realize Frankie still had you until they twirled you around to face them. The world spun around your savior but you got a good look at them now. Ace was slurring nonsense as Frankie tucked your hair behind your ears and examined you. “Are you okay?” They whispered, so softly to you.
You took a moment to really focus in on them. You can’t tell if Frankie is a girl or not. Either way, they are really good looking. “My face hurts but my hand is okay. I’m okay, I think I’m okay. Wow, you picked me up like it was nothing. That’s great! I’m dizzy, can I sit?”
“Yeah, c’mon.” Frankie gently lead you over to the table and chairs they were sitting at. Piercing Guy and Watch Guy were settled back down.
“Fucking scum, I swear.” Watch guy said as Frankie sat down beside them.
You sat on Frankie’s lap. You stared off in front of you for a moment before realizing the chair in front of you is vacant. “I’m so sorry, I’m not coherent enough to make good choices right now. I’m just gunna…” You slid off their lap and into the chair as the rest of them all got a good laugh. You introduced yourself to the best of your ability and patted the table to remind yourself it was a physical and stable object.
“That’s Francine.” Piecing Guy pointed at Frankie who had turned several shades of bright red which was intensified by their light skin. “She likes to go by Frankie because it’s cooler. I’m Reece, which is a long story that ends with my mom liking candy. That’s Stone.” He nodded to watch guy.
“You seem like good people!” You nodded. “As good people, can I ask something?”
“Go ahead.” Stone replied as he pulled a cigarette and a lighter from his shirt pocket.
“Can we get a ride home? I didn’t mean to do that many shots and when one shot turns into…I dunno, anyway I can’t drive and that bitch over there can’t drive, CAN YA, ACE?” The limp form of your friend raised a hand and waved gently. You giggled and looked back at the friends. “We’re dumb.”
There was a shared look of amusement. “We’ll take you home.” Reece patted the table and pointed finger guns at Stone. “He’s our DD.”
Stone took a long drag of his cigarette. “I’m horribly sober.”