Say Please (Jardougall)

during pt 1

By the time I get back, the boys are already shitfaced and a few of them are high too. I wrangle them to All Time Low's bus, somehow.
"Jenna, y-ou are my savior. You're the most bestest awesomest person I've ever ever met. " Jake slurs, oh god I've never been more overwhelmed herding grown men sized toddlers through a parking lot. I knock on the bus door, a chorus of "COME IN!!!"'s echo around. I push the guys through the door, and immediately the scent of liquor, sweat, and weed fills my nostrils. Holy sensory overload, I can barely walk around due to how packed it is. I sit down next to Alex, who seems to be sort of still sober on the bus couch.
"Hey Jen, have you had a chance to meet the guys, I mean guys and girl, of the other opening band?"
"No I haven't-"
"JEN-NA COME DO SHOTS WITH ME" Jack cuts me off mid sentence as he stumbles across the bus and across me and Alex's laps. I shrug my shoulders and look at Alex, who eagerly nods in approval. I walk over to a corner of the bus where everyone's dancing and drinking, pouring the whiskey over 6 shot glasses, and with the encouraging chants of everyone around me I kick back each shot without a care in the world.
By now, I'm shitted. Plain and simple, my body is numb but at the same time tingly, my thoughts are in knots and this stupid grin won't leave my face. As I scan the room in search of someone with something else to drink, my eyes catch a particular patch on a vaguely familiar cut off jean jacket. I read it out loud.. "WATIC." We are.. the in crowd... I repeat to myself in my head. I immediately face palm, recognizing the lead singer Tay Jardine as the gorgeous girl I ran into in the liquor store. But God.. let me tell you that girl has the best figure I've ever seen. Her ass in those shorts... her chest in that skin tight tank top.
My alcohol ridden mind runs ramped, thoughts filled with the way she moves her hips to the beat of the song.
Not so surprisingly, I wasn't as sneaky as I thought. That particular pair of hips I've been gawking are approaching me, and I don't realize till it's almost too late.
"What's cooking good look-" I stop mid sentence and proceed to giggle my ass off. Why I do that is beyond me, I can't shake the overwhelming feeling of happiness and the warmth all over my body. As I giggle, Tay excitedly starts talking.
"Jenna Mcdougall! I knew I recognized you from somewhere... Did you manage to get out of the store without the manager yelling at you?"
"I-I.." I begin to stutter and slur out,
"Your band is so great and I'm obsessed with your EP, wasting away is my favorite song ever and Revenge & It's Thrills is phenomenal" she doesn't even stop to take a breath between sentences, I'm still sitting here in an alcohol stupor, absolutely dumfounded and unresponsive besides my grin.
"I probably sound like the biggest weirdo I'm so sorry I get so nervous around beautiful girls and-"
Did Tay Jardine just call me beautiful? Is this real life? I shrug my shoulders and blush, she seems to notice and as to avoid an awkward situation, gets up and grabs two shot glasses. As she pours vodka over the top of the two, to the point of overflowing, I can't help but stare at her doing so. The way she's tucking her hair behind her ear and biting her lip is driving me crazy. She throws her head back and downs the shot, with me watching her the whole time. I do mine, and she has clearly already had something to drink before this too.
Leaning close to my ear, hand firmly gripping my thigh slightly above my knee, she whispers for only us to hear,
"the first time I saw a picture of
you I knew then and there you were the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid my eyes on.
seeing you do that shot... that's the hottest thing I've seen in a while"
Her grip goes further up my thigh, and she begins drawing little shapes on the inside of my leg. I cant think straight. I cant even form a single sentence. all I know is that I want Taylor Jardine in every single way possible.