Trash: A Collection of Stories

Chapter 2

"Levy, you look nice today," Orga whistled.

"Yeah, really good," Dobengal winked.

"Boys, don't you know it's not nice to stare?" I teased, walking over with a tray balanced on hand. "Here's your drinks."

"But it's nice to stare, especially when Rogue doesn't care if we comment," Orga placed a hand on my hip and pulled me into his lap.

"Whoa, whoa, please," I struggled to get free of his grip.

"If Rogue doesn't care, than you shouldn't either. Just go with it."

"Stop."

"But we are having fun-"

"Orga. Let Levy go," Sting's eyes were ablaze.

"Fine." I flew out of his lap and back to my place behind the bar. "Why are you so protective of her, anyway? Wouldn't that be Rogue's job?"

"Why don't you ask him? But I know it's not your job to be a perv."

"Ah yes, it's yours sorry."

"Shut up," Sting shook his head at him and walked over.

"Thanks for saving me there," I breathed a sigh of relief and filled two glasses with beer.

"No problem, you holding up ok?"

"Hah, jokes. I honestly just want to get drunk and forget life for a few hours. Want to join?" I passed him one of the glasses and held mine up to him. He rolled his eyes and clinked with me, taking a swig.

"Don't think I've ever seen a drunk Levy."

"Oh boy, is she fun. Or that's what I've been told at least. Ick, this dress is starting to stick to me," I pinched a piece of fabric, pulling it away and letting it slap back against my skin. "How many drinks do you think it will take before we are drunk?"

"Depends, how many are you planning on having?"

"Enough," I tilted my head back and downed what was in my glass and slammed it back on the counter. Wiping my lips, I watched as Rogue walked in. Sting followed my eyes and saw him too.

"Levy.." Sting said with caution.

"More beer?" I grinned and filled my glass all the way up and topped his off. He matched my smile and we chugged.

"Isn't it kind of early to be drinking, Sting?" Lector, his talking cat, hopped up onto the counter.

"Nah, today is different," he said, his eyes lingering on me. I smiled sweetly and decided to pull my book back out. Who said drunk writing wouldn't be fun?

"Uh, ok then? I'm going to go hang out with Frosch and Rogue.. You two better not kill each other." Sting mumbled something under this breath as the red cat landed on the floor with a 'tmph'.

"What was that?" I flipped to the last page I was working on.

"Nothing important. Let me read what you got so far! Who is the main character?" His hands slid across the bar counter and tried to steal it.

"No! I'm not even sure if I like it or not." He read upside down and nodded his head. Our conversation continued and he gave me ideas as I filled out what seemed like endless cups.

"O-o-ok, so before Yukino moved on she left this Karaoke machine. I-I dare you to go up there and sing," Sting's words slurred as he pointed to the stage a few drinks later.

"Hah hah, you got it," I pushed myself up off the stool I was currently sitting on. He got up too, fixed the lighting, and found a seat at a table. I got up on the stage, found the machine, and picked a song. When I got back to the center of the stage, I had all eyes, which felt good when I also saw Rogue a little interested.

Idiot.

The music started and I grabbed the mic.

Well I had me a boy, turned him into a man. Showed him all the things that he didn't understand. Whoa, then I let him go.

My hips swayed to the beat and I got a few whistles.

I had a summer lover down in New Orleans. Kept him warm in the winter left him frozen in the spring. My, my, how the seasons go by. I get high and I love to get low. The hearts keep breaking and the heads just roll, you know. That's how the story goes.

I held my hand up and counted one my fingers to three and and tried to get a little sexy with my moves. My eyes looked at Rogue who seemed like he was about to get up and come to me, but I didn't care. My eyes moved over to Sting who kept clapping and sticking his tongue out at me.

Ex's and the oh oh oh's they haunt me. Like ghosts they want me to make them all. They won't let go, my ex's and the oh oh oh's they haunt me. Like ghosts they want me to make them all. They won't let go, ex's and oh's.

The song got to the part where they just had music play and I walked off stage, the crowd of men going wild. Some tried to get my attention, but I didn't even give them a second thought, there was only one guy in my line of vision.

I grabbed Sting's hands and placed them on my hips, leaning down and letting my lips linger centimeters from his. He tried to connect them but I stood back up and ran my hands through his hair as I started singing quietly.

One, two, three. They gonna run back to me. Coming over mountains and a-sailing over seas. One, two, three. They gonna run back to me. My voice got louder and I walked back up to the stage. They always want to come but they never want to leave.

I sang until the song ended and the crowed erupted with applesauce. I couldn't stop smiling my drunken smile as I went to the mic, "so who's next?"

When I walked off the stage, Rogue met me at the stairs.

"Hey, babe, that was hot," he tried to grab my waist, but I smacked his hands.

"Hah, nice try, babe, but last I checked you were single and I was living my life." His jaw dropped and I knew he was watching me as I walked over and jumped into the just as drunk's arms.

*Updating because you all seem to really like it and the next chapter is where it starts to get good, in my opinion at least.*