what you don't want to know

1; What in the actual...?

That's not my name...
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"What in the actual...?"

(Jamie)
Jamie got up groggily and groaned, rubbing her temples. She had woken up in the bath tub with a ripped dress, beer stains coating the bottom rim of it. "Dang... What went down?" She wondered, climbing out. Her dark jade green eyes glanced into the mirror at her hideous-looking reflection. Her hair was matted in several places, mascara running down the left side of her face lipstick smeared about everywhere but her lips, and her tired-looking eyes. Noticing the clock she swore to herself. Jamie put on a pot of coffee and went back to her room, shoo-ing a couple of people out. They only had on their underwear. If they did it on her bed... She shoved that thought away and got ready for work. Her uniform smelled slightly of alcohol, being as she was a bartender. For the sake of time, she simply gave her hair a quick run-through, wincing as she went through the knotted mats painfully, and pulled her hair into a messy bun. When she finished getting ready, she walked quickly back to the coffee pot, poured her drink, and started power walking to the bar.
Then, something hard and muscular collided into her. She heard a splash and looked down at her empty cup on the ground in front of her. She whined slightly as she saw the dark brown hot liquid spill onto the concrete. Jamie glared at the person who bumped into her and pushed him violently to the side. "What in the actual f*ck?!" She yelled, continuing on her way. She didn't get a good look at his face, just a flash of dark, black hair.
When she pushed him, his arms felt as though they had been dislocated, which made her look at her hands and wonder; "did I do that, or what happened?"

(Kaito)
Kaito snarled, his teeth barred at his sister. He knew he shouldn't be doing so, but he was angry. He had hated his pack being disbanded, but hated replacing his pack even more. He grabbed his white hoodie, pulled it on, and ran. It was the two year anniversary since his pack had been disbanded. He had been told as a pup to wait and do what you can to help, the time would come, but he couldn't wait much longer. He wanted his family. His real family. The bones in his arms had already started to dislocate and shift, ready to lunge into his true canine form. Longing to run through the woods. Then, he crashed into a small figure. His vision blurred, making him have to focus a bit more to see the figures facial features. He quietly whimpered, her green eyes reminding him of the deep woods, and her bright orangey red hair of the group fires they had once a year in their human forms to celebrate their unity.
"What the actual fuck?!" A girl yelled, pushing him violently to the side. He grabbed his aching arms, forcing them back into place once again with multiple groans of pain.
Kaito glanced at the ground and picked up the cup she had dropped. "This... could be a problem..." He trailed off, biting his lip. "What have I done?"

(Jamie)
When she got to the bar, everyone on the crew stayed away from her, noting her bad mood. The customers were polite, even with the hint of venom in Jamie's voice. At the end of the her shift, a familiar male flicked her in the head lightly. "God damn it! What do you want?!"
With a smirk he responded: "a Bloody Mary. And some wings if you would." Jamie glared at the tall man and went back to the kitchen.
"Order of wings, hot as you can make them." She went back to the bar and started to prepare the drink. Sliding over the drink, she went and got his finished wings and set them down. "You get this all the time, James, you should know how much it costs by now. Mister I Come Here Just to Piss Jamie Off."
"I don’t come here JUST to piss you off. I like to taunt the guys and flirt with the girls too. Except for you, last time I did you threw me against a window... “ He scratched his head a bit nervously. “How about we have a bet?" He asked with a hint of curiosity in his voice. She knew better, but accepted anyway. She took a seat and waited for him to explain. "Whoever drinks the dozen shots the quickest doesn't have to pay the tab."
"Fine. Does that include the shots?" He nodded. Jamie went to retrieve the tequila shots and set an equal amount on each side. A dozen shots of burning tequila each, a few limes, and some salt rocks. She counted down from five on her hand and said go at one. She downed the first shot, wincing as it slightly burned her throat and made her thick lips tingle. He had already been through three. By the time she reached 8, he was done, and her hangover felt as though it was even worse. "Fine. You win." With a sigh, she got up and deducted the cost from her paycheck for the next week.
It was worth it though to see him fanning himself as if nearly on fire from the wings in front of him. She smirked and put away her things to start her trek back home. The hot-headed redhead changed immediately and showered in an attempt to rid of the smell of alcohol.
As she was about to lay down, a loud knock sounded at the door.
Jamie went and slammed it open. "Yes?" a man with his white hoodie up handed her the cup she had dropped earlier that morning. Then he left.
"Thank you!" She called out.
Too tired to think of it, she went and laid down.
But someone else had different plans for the night.
And they stayed outside the window the whole night. Watching as her thin, sleeping figure moved with her breathing.
While doing this, he only wondered one thing.
Does she know?