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WILDSTYLE
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(Don't play the music yet.)
"So how did you and Connie meet, and how long have you guys been friends?" You said curiously as he cleared his throat. "We knew eachother since high school." He added the last part making you snicker.
"I knew Connie since high school." You over exaggerated on your sentence with a shocked expression that showed over your furrowed eyebrows, you were tipsy after losing countless of times to jean in 20 questions. "Yeah I saw you a couple times but I don't think you noticed me." Jean chuckled before averting his attention to you hunched over with your head down and eyes heavy looking all groggily from the shots of liquor you had half an hour ago.
"Noo! I did I think weren't you that tall lanky boy with the glasses in the back of mrs Janice class?" You asked making circles around your eyes so he'd get the idea as he nodded. "Woah when did you get soo?"
"So what?" He asked smiling because you were about to compliment him.
"Soo..... uhhh.... Grown, yeah grown." You nodded to yourself because you tried everything in your power not to call that man fine.
"Ahh so I'm assuming growns supposed to be attractive?" Jean nodded to himself. "No." You immediately shut him down. "Whatever you say, anyways I've been friends with Connie since then, he talks about you a lot though." Jean brought up making you interested in the last part.
"What does he say? Connie never really brings you up unless your that one friend I always hear about who constantly gets no women." You blabbered as jeans eyes got wide.
"Hey I get lots of women thats not true!" Jean got defensive.
"His words not mine." You scoffed.
Jean sighed before speaking, "he talks about how he's proud of how far you came and stuff." Jean said with a small little smile as he drunk the last bit of scotch from his cup.
"Aweeeee!! connies so sweet" you cheesed spinning around as you accidentally knocked down a man's beer who was next to you. "Ohh shit I'm soo sorry sir." You watched the liquid fall from the table as the bartender came with a rag whipping it up.
"I'm sorry." You said again as they both took your apology and brushed it aside. "Your drunk." Jean said watching the difference in your body language and how clumsy you were, "nohhhh-I'm not!" You said slurring over your words in denial. "Alright then walk in a straight line." He tilted his head towards the space behind the both of you.
"Hmph?" You hummed in question confused at the sudden demand from jean, "I'm not kidding come on." Jeans smirked turned into a light chuckle as he got up from the barstool putting his leather jacket onto the counter.
"Jean no." You whined believing deeply that he was joking until you both returned eye contact that assured jean was being dead serious, "fine whatever officer." You scoffed getting up from the barstool.
"Atta girl." Jean smiled playfully as he watched you rise from the stool.
Getting up you trip abit watching as jean quickly moved to catch you in case you fell. "It was the chair." You lied watching him give you a look that made you know he wasn't convinced. "drunk." Jean looked you up and down as you walked over to him funny as ever. "Nooo!! I told you it was the chair see look I'm fine everything's fi-" you trip again this time tumbling straight into jean until jeans arms wrapped around your lower waist saving you from a much more harmful collision than your head hitting his shoulder.
"You okay?" He asked looking down at you as he pushed you back a bit to examine your injury, "my head just hurts a little." You put one hand on your forehead trying to even out the thumping. "Fuck I'm so sorry." He moved your hand gently pecking it as you began chuckling under your breath until it eventually got louder. "I'm just kidding it didn't hurt that bad." You giggled before sighing watching jean get so scared about wether or not you were okay.
