The Bad Boy's Bad Girl

Chapter Six - Too Sexy For Your Shirt

People were scrambling to get out of the pool. However, moments after the blackout, there was a huge SPLASH, causing several more screams. Mick's eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and he could tell instantly who'd fallen in.

"That drunk bitch," he muttered, and pulled off his shirt, diving into the pool, scaring even more people. Within seconds, he'd surfaced with her (gasping for breath and slightly sobered), and hauled her out of the pool. It wouldn't have been too hard, were she not fully dressed and waterlogged.

"What the - " she coughed.

He patted her on the back, sitting on the edge of the pool, feet in the water as she recovered on the descending pool stairs. "You're really not a very coordinated drunk," he commented.

"Well, I'm sure you aren't, either!" She snapped.

"Actually, my blood alcohol is over the legal limit right now. But you don't see me tripping into pools, now do you?" Mick raised an eyebrow, though the gesture was lost in the dark. "Good job on the circuits, by the way."

"Ugh, thanks for the idea, jackass. Shit, this was a nice outfit..." Jay climbed out of the water and pulled off her shirt without warning. People's eyes were starting to adjust to the light, and some guys whooped appreciatively. She gave them the finger.

"You can have my shirt. It's dry," he offered, surprising himself. "And my jacket, if you're cold, but that's just a loan."

"Uh, no. I am way to sexy for your shirt." Jay shook herself off. Her bra was red and actually nice-looking, which struck Mick as odd. Why would girls wear nice bras unless they really thought they were going to get laid?

"Isn't there a song about that?" Mick replied.

"Sort of. I think I'll take you up on that jacket, though." Jay added.

"Uh, dry off first. I like my jacket." Mick said. "Besides, it smells like smoke. Are you sure you want to..." He stopped as Jay pulled a soggy box of Camel Lights out of her back pocket.

"Please, bitch." She tossed them on the grass, though. "Useless, though."

"You're poisoning yourself, you know." Mick mock-scolded. "Aren't you like, a seventh grader? Why are you drinking and smoking and going to grown-up parties?"

Jay shrugged. "Whoever liked a good girl?" She smiled, and tousled Mick's hair. "Or a good boy, for that matter," she said, almost to herself. "Sorry about your boyfriend."

"He'll be fine." Mick assured her.

"I didn't mean that. I'm sorry you're with him." Jay smiled again, and Mick got up to get her his jacket.

"I want this back on Monday, and if it smells like stripper, I'll rip your tits off." Mick threatened good-naturedly.

"Boy, don't threaten me with a good time," Jay laughed, and they parted as equals.