Chapter 6: Alcohol and Tattoos

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A.N. Chapter 6!!! tell me what you think:) Edited 10.9.15

We got to the party when it was in full swing. Drunk people every where, dancing or more like having sex fully clothed.

I went father inside with Jess and we went straight into the kitchen. I see a bottle of Skyy Vodka, perfect. Since Jess has never had vodka from what she's told me, tonight's the night she will.

Showing her the bottle with a grin, "Hey, look what I found." I raise my eyebrows and show her.

Grinning "Shots?" She took that better than I expected.

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We've been here for two hours and I already managed to lose Jess. Great. Walking through this house trying to find a bathroom I bump into someone. "Oh shit! my bad"

I look up to see Justin, he looked oh so good. "uh..it's cool." turning fast to walk away but he grabs my wrist.

"Wait, wanna hang out for a little bit? looks like you're by yourself and this party is kinda lame for me. I expected something a little more exciting to be honest."

"No thanks."snatching my wrist from his grasp.

"ohh come on.." he takes a few shots from someone passing by "...one wont hurt."

I was Contemplating whether or not I should.

Only cause it's a party, taking the glass from his hand "Fine." I down the substance and feel a burning sensation go down my throat.

Jose Quervo. Horrible tequila.

"See, not bad." he said with a smirk.

Next thing I know we were dancing in the corner of the room. I was pretty drunk, but most definitely not shitfaced drunk to fuck him. Maybe make out. Not gonna lie I really wanted to feel his lips against mine. I don't even know why I'm thinking this. Taking another shot glass I let it go down my throat, turning around and pressing my lips against his. Justin was shocked but didn't hesitate to kiss back.

He put his hands on my waist pulling me closer, if that were possible. he licked my bottom lip asking for entrance and I opened my mouth. Our tongues started to fight for dominance. Justin pulled away. "let's get out of here?" He whispered in my ear.

I was indecisive but gave in "Sure"

while walking out I see a bottle of vodka and quickly take it hoping no one saw.

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Justin and I were just walking around town. Somehow we managed to drink the whole bottle by ourselves. We came to a stop and I looked up "A tattoo parlor? you already have enough."

Laughing "Babe enough is never enough. Plus I'm not the one getting a tattoo"

"That makes no sense!" At this point I made no sense either and was fucked up drunk.

Stumbling toward the door "Its 3am you really think its going to be open?"

"Chill will you! I know someone" Knocking on the door someone came to view.

"Sup Justin come on." We went in sitting on the chairs.

"Nothing much bro!" they did a wired hand shake that most guys do.

"What tattoo do you want now?" Justin just laughed.

"Ohh its not for me." he turned to look at me. "Its for her."

My eyes widened, "Yolo!" Justin can be so stupid sometimes, more like all the time. but even more when he's drunk.

"Who the fuck even says yolo?! That is so over said." it's true.

"Just shut up and come over here" he directed me towrds the chair and sat me down.

"So what do you want?" the tattoo guy told me. I was about to respond when Justin interfered.

"Uh uh, I'll tell you what to do." Justin said right as I was about to tell the guy.

"No your not!" Standing up.

"Yea I am! Now sit down"

"Fine how bout this. If your going to tell him what to tattoo then vise versa!"

"What No!" I can be very stubborn when drunk.

"Then no!" Once again standing up.

"Okay as much as you two love birds like to argue I really got to go so decide please." The guy said.

Crossing my arms and looking at Justin."Well?"

"Fuck fine!" he whined and rolled his eyes.

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Waking up this morning was a bitch! Never been this hung over in my life. It was about 12:45 in the afternoon.

Getting out of bed into the shower, I decided to wear some sweats, its Sunday I just want to relax and sleep. Going into the kitchen I saw my mom.

"Hey mom." some orange juice should help with some aspirin.

"Where were you last night?" she was making herself a sandwich.

"Um a party. why?" I looked through the medicine cabinet looking for the meds.

"Just wondering that's all. " yeah right. She knows why she was asking.

"Ohh." sitting at the table taking my aspirin anduq ready to eat some pancakes that were set there.

"Uh Uh" Taking away the plate. "These are your dads."

Rolling my eyes an getting up. "Why do you even cook for him? He never does for you."

"Because I love him, and that is what a good wife does."

Walking towards the couch and sitting down mumbling "Yea if you only knew"

Guess she heard me "What?"

"Hm, uh nothing just talking to myself."

Well, this is boring. I stood up walking to the fridge for a bottle of water. Damn this hangover.

Turning the corner to go upstairs I bump into my dad and he spills his coffee all over my shirt. I look up at him pissed the fuck off.

"Go wash up!"

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't spill your coffee on me!" I literally just showered, now in going to be all sticky.

"Don't talk to me like that young lady!"

Laughing "Did you tell mom what you have to tell her about a certain someone?!" I said it loud enough so she could here. "Whatever I'm going upstairs"

Changing my shirt I turn to see something on my left shoulder blade. "Oh..my..god! I'm going to kill that little fucker!!"

[Justin's P.O.V]

Waking up at 2pm and getting in the shower and trying to get rid of this hangover. I look in the mirror to see the tattoo. "What the fuck? when did I get this?" That's when everything came back. "I'm going to fucking kill her ass tomorrow!!"

A.N. Haha what are their tattoos? I was trying to think about what to make this chapter about but I got it lol. vote and comment:) love you all! Edited 10.9.15



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