Dahlia sat back and watched Nathan fight another fight and win, and Kenna slipped off with him in the darkness somewhere. She sighed and stayed where she was, not wanting to find Tristin, knowing he was roaring drunk at that point and he was more of an ass when he was drunk. She smoked her joint, the whiskey mostly forgotten as Keegan fought several more guys, getting more and more violent with each.
She took a sip of her whiskey as she watched him talk to his friend for a bit before they both came up onto the porch, as though they were going inside, only he stopped and looked her over. "Still not impressed huh?" He asked and D smirked at him as she took another drink of her whiskey. "Maybe." She grinned wickedly. "But you're talking to the girl who killed her own dad remember?"
She pulled her legs down from the railing and stood, feeling more than a little lightheaded and even losing her balance a bit as she did, though catching herself on the rail, leaning back on it as she took a third drink and felt it go to her head as she took a fourth. She glanced at the bottle, knowing it shouldn't be having that effect on her that fast.
"Fuck." She muttered to herself as she rolled her eyes and threw the bottle into the yard. Someone had probably slipped something in it while she was working to get back out of the house. After she'd opened it. She should have waited to open it until she was outside.
Dahlia glanced at Keegan before realizing she was gripping the rail with white knuckles, holding it with all her strength as her vision started to swim a little. "I should probably get away from this house." She said, speaking quickly, trying to fight off the effects of the drink and remain as normal on the outside as she could. "I'm going to fucking kill my brother if we don't."
“Actually, what I was hopping was for you to lose, so you’d lose Keegs money, than he’d beat the shit out of you, himself.” She said and he rolled his eyes and shrugged as though he didn't really care either way, and watched as she came down the porch steps and stopped in front of him.
“Thanks though.” She said and he raised his eyebrows, confused on why she was thanking him. “Had you lost I’d of had to fuck him.” She said and Nathan couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy, though he shoved it away quickly and rolled his eyes. “If you’re done playing with your boyfriends, you can come play with me of course you look a little sore, so I can always go find Austen.”
Nathan laughed as she walked off around the side of the house, half tempted to just let her go, and, knowing he honestly should, but he just rolled his eyes, irritated with himself, and followed after her like he knew she wanted him to.
He caught up to her quickly on the side of the house where they were alone in the shadow, and grabbed her arm, pushing her up against the house's side, pinning her and grinning wickedly. Suddenly, the thought of kissing her erased all his pain, and he pressed his lips to hers.
"No problem." He said in response to her thanks. "But I guess that means you owe me." He chuckled arrogantly, running his fingers up her leg slowly and pressing his body tighter to hers.