Reckless and Relentless- An Asking Alexandria Fanfic

Chapter Seven

  So here I was, alone with two of the sexiest men alive, and THE sexiest man alive was holding my hand. I has no idea where the night would end up, but since I would be with Asking Alexandria, I knew I would be very, very drunk.

  "It's 6:00." said Ben. "Are we ready to go? I'm pretty sure Sam, James, and Cam are waiting." Danny turned to me and asked, "You ready, beautiful?" I blushed and told him I was. We said goodbye to Andy, and he even gave me a hug.

  Danny and I got into his car, while Ben got into his, but not before they decided to drop the cars at the hotel and just walk to the bar. I had a feeling it would be funny to watch them stumble back, so I was more than happy to go along with the plan.

***Half an hour later***

***The Rainbow, Hollywood, CA***

  "It's fuckin awesome to be back here." said Danny. The guys all agreed. I had already introduced myself to the others, and they were all perfectly nice. Ben, however, had warned me that all of them, himself included, were "right dicks" when they're drunk.

  I had already expected that, so I didn't think much of his warning. I was more concerned with the bar we were in. Danny had gotten me in no problem, but the place felt so familiar, even though I had never been in a bar.

  "We had so much fuckin fun filming here, even though the fans outside flipped the fuck out over you in the ambulance." Sam said to Danny. That reminded me of why the bar was familiar: they shot here for the Through Sin and Self-destruction video.

  Danny was about to ask what I wanted to drink, but some girl with too much makeup and too little clothing pushed me away from him and started trying to flirt with him.

  Though I had known it was bound to happen, I still felt jealous. He invited me to spend time with me, not some stupid tramp that just wanted to say she'd fucked Danny Worsnop.

  Cameron seemed to notice I was being distant from everyone, and passed me a cigarette and a lighter. "Relax. You're the one he's going home with." I lit the cigarette and handed back the lighter, saying, "But who's to say I'm not just like her in his eyes?"