To be completely honest, it had been ages since a high lasted this long. The blond relished in it while the music called to her and marionetted her body on cue. Occasionally, during the exchange between miss Madeline and Kaleb, Jaylene would flirtatiously give them looks then mutter to herself. The lights danced over the three in fast waves, kindling them in varicolored hues.
But she wouldn't dare look at the bar again. Not unless she wanted to deplete her sexual appetite and fall asleep in her bed alone, cradling Mitzie and being tempted to cry like a spoiled brat. Hell. No. And it was hard for her to discern whether or not she was just cold or had a natural tendency to power down her heart's impressions before they got too deep. Was she so emotionally fucked up that she had trained herself only to have friends - nothing more or less? Maybe that's why she hadn't gotten laid in so long. She remembered the vow she made earlier in her room to keep away from him. Suddenly she thanked herself, at least following her own instruction to do something half intelligent for once.
His inky eyes ignited and Kaleb nuzzled his face into the nape of her neck. Inducing venereal quivers, the touch made her all sorts of excited. She grinned and gasped, "Their own thing, yeah - everyone's having fun." Did she dare point in the direction, to even remotely consider taking a second glance? Why would she ruin a moment that was taking her away from that emotional austerity? She wouldn't. In any case, she had the perfect antiserum for her grief, slight heartache, and death-promoted dispassion. It led her to wonder why she turned such a blind eye to Kaleb's sex appeal. Oh, that's right.
I never fuck my homies.
In spite of everything, would she break her golden rule? It was hard to say no, the way he pulled her closer and tickled her skin with his touch and forced her lechery out of hiding. She didn't know a single female, aside from Summer, who could deny the dangerously dusky, arcane, handsome and well spoken Kaleb. Negligence turned its sights on her friendships when Jaylene decided she didn't give a shit if they didn't. Had her hands not been looped around Kaleb she'd have counted with her fingers how many times she saved all of their asses. How many times would she go out of her way for them and obey her moral code to be spit on? Kaleb appreciated her and… Fuck it.
He was there now. Carrying her like a goddamn princess and looking at her like she was the only girl in the room. It wasn't like Jaylene went out of her way to find a guy who did all that schmaltzy crap, but it was right in front of her in the form of something way less saccharine and terribly more perilous and inviting. She was seizing it.
"Soda, you're gonna get yourself in trouble." Her back hit the wall and she fought for breath, forgetting to inhale for so long and maybe a little surprised by the gesture. She felt his bones framing her body and weighing against her; it was an unparalleled symmetry she hadn't experienced before. His hands, rough against her supple skin in an intoxicating fashion, sent her into coital nervosa. She'd even entertained the thought of her being so stewed by the premier stimulant coursing through her that she was imagining it all. But it was real, and she was punctually reminded when Kaleb whispered hoarsely, "You're mine Jay."
Oh? A grin fell upon her lips as she tugged at the seam of his shirt. She wanted him in a way that was indomitable by anything or anyone. "Putting a claim on me," she breathed when they broke away from a kiss, grabbing at his hair again and sinking a little to kiss down his throat and trace over his Adam's apple with pliant, cool lips, "I'm into it. But not everything…"
He kissed her again, more of an assault than anything. It sparked off her lust. Pressing a palm against his chest, she forced him away yet savored the taste of him, "Belongs to you." She ran her tongue along perfect ivory teeth then breathed hotly as if she had just finished running for five miles. Vacillating towards him again, she dragged her lips up his jawline, "All the girls will be so jealous of me when they know that you're sleeping in my bed tonight." It was a demand; not a theory, not a request. She nipped at his lower lip.
Adjusting her bra and wiping at the sweat that had formed on her breasts, she laughed a little while she began towards the crowd again. Stopped short, she turned around and tried to suppress a desire-fueled simper, "Better get back to your girls."
She had to fan herself as she snaked through the crowd and broke through a tight-knitted group by the bar. Nearly stumbling into the counter and squished by other customers, she waved a hand to order a screwdriver. When she received the drink she found Brik with her wandering eyes. Her recent encounter billowed away when his face came into focus. Suppressing vomit, she approached him with a mock grin and drink in hand, "Well hey there handsome!" She pressed the cool drink to his chest, "I just wanted to congratulate you. For proving to me that you're not A) gay or B) intangible by something other than doctors." Laughing, she shrugged and grabbed his hand to force it around the drink she'd ordered, "I figure since you're terminal you have nothing to lose."
Though she was joking, her tone was laced with grim jealousy and accuracy. It was an estimate of hers, that he had a degenerative disease. By his consistent hospital visits, dwindling color and ceaseless coughing, symptoms were unquestionable. She hadn't enough existing perseverance or imperturbability to compress the truth that had been hiding in his silence. Jaylene was like a dog - she sniffed that sort of thing out and for the sake of her friend's comfort not being breached, she'd stay quiet. But not today. All censorship was out the window with her sobriety. Her hand reached into her back pocket to retrieve a baggy that she threw at his face, "Congratulations, again. Really!" She turned on her heel, feeling lighter but somehow angrier. Leaving the veracity hanging in the air to dwell on his conscience rather than hers, she stormed out of the club.
"Yo, ma! Wait up!" She heard jogging behind her, whipping around to find the drug dealer she'd been whisked away from. Patting his pockets, his fleshy lips rolled before smiling right at her, "You want a parting gift?" He seemed pleased to find her alone, perhaps because he could entrap her, perhaps because he could scheme his revenge on the hotheaded teenager who pried Jaylene from his grasp. Irregardless of whatever his reason was for being so fucking peachy, Jaylene welcomed it and guided him towards her car.