Greasy Love Part two (Outsiders Fan-fic)

Night Out

I walk into a bar with my tiny outfit that shows off everything and my hair in wild curls. I sit down in between two cute young, but not too young guys. I look up at the bartender then to the two guys, "I'll take three martinis."

"Three?" One of the guys asks.

"Yea silly, me, you, and him," I smile.

"Wow!" The other guy smiles. "I'm Jackson."

"Dylan," I smile as I kiss Jackson's cheek. "You?"

"Ricky," he smiles.

"Nice to meet you boys," I smile before kissing Rickey's cheek.

We pound down beer after beer, shot after shot, martini after martini, wine after wine, we are chugging down alcohol like it's our last day to party. It might be their last night to party, but I have all summer. "Uh, o-o-one wait no-no th-th-thr-three rounds...No! Th-th-thr-three glass- no! Three beers," Ricky stumbles over his words.

I look over to him and kiss his nose before declaring, "I am wasted!"

"Yes you-we are," Ricky smiles as he grabs my hand.

I look over to Jackson who is getting a lap dance by some drunk broad who is dressed like me minus with heels, "yea go Jackson! Whoot! Whoot!" I whistle before making wolf noises.

"You got this man!" Rickey whistles. "Do we got this?"

"Sit down and let me teach you a little something," I slur as I push him down into a seat. I get onto his lap and start moving me butt all over him. I stand up and shake my boobs in his face. I turn around and start shaking my butt in front of him as he slaps my butt. I let out a few giggles as he whistles stuffing singles down my pants as if I'm a stripper. I turn around and start flaunting my boobs as he continues to stuff singles down my bra. He writes something on one that he stuffs. 

I stop and stand next to him smirking, "this is so much fun Ricky!"

"I liked that action," he smirks.

"I love action," I stumble. He goes to open his mouth, but instead I smash my lips against his. Our lips are moving in sync and he slips his tongue in my mouth. I would normally fight over dominance, but I let him take control. He picks me up and carries out of the bar as we continue to kiss. He pulls away as he waves down a taxi. We jump in and he gives him an address. As soon as he's done talking I sit back on his lap and we start full on making out in the back of the taxi, he's pulling at my crop tops and I'm pulling at the hem of his shirt.

We stumble up to his house as he hands the taxi driver a bill, he seems to be happy with. We go to his room and start ripping at each others shirts.
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I wake up opening one eye and the bright light coming from the window makes my head pound worse than it was before, I groan as I squeeze my eyes shut putting my hand on my forehead. I slowly open my eyes and look around the unfamiliar room.Where am I?

Then is all comes back to me, the break, the bar, the two boys, all the drinks, the lap dance, making-out in the bar then the back seat of a cab, coming here, and.....sex. Oh god! I slip out of bed wearing nothing, but Rickey's huge, over-sized sweatshirt. I grab my pile of clothing, and purse that's stuffed with at least eighty-dollars worth of singles or fives maybe a ten or two from my lap dance. I grab my converse and sneak out of the house. I wave down a taxi and tell them my address.

"Thank you," I smile. I search in my bag of singles until I find a ten, I smile as I hand him it as he gives me a funny look. "I'm not a stripper!" 

I walk into my small house to see Soda passed out on the couch. I sigh as I walk into my room. I throw his sweatshirt into my dresser. I throw on pajama pants, a tank-top, my fuzzy slippers, and a sweatshirt. I then wash the make-up off my face and throw my hair into a high ponytail before crawling into my bed and falling asleep.