Ecliptic Roses

Drunk Flirting

(Jay's pov)

I continued to curse out Zane, smirking at how irritated he was. He stopped abruptly, not even realizing that he was in front of all our fans, turning around and facing me. I shut up, and tried to hide my amusement. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and said in his deep and -somewhat- serious voice, "Jay, quit being a dumbass! You know I hate it when you fucking annoy me for your own guilty pleasure... its like you're a fucking masochist! You love it when I fight you or hurt you in one way or another... you love the goddamn pain!" "You're so right... I apologize for being a dick. Please, accept this as a way to express how sorry I am-" I grinned, hugging him. I put a note on his back that said, I wear pretty, pretty make-up and stalk Dallon Weekes! I wrote that while spatting out cuss words. I saw the fans snap pictures, and the press taking photos as well, probably plotting some evil gossip that would piss Zane off. I heard Luna and Rose walking towards us, then their footsteps stopped. "Oh my god! Jay and Zane are hugging! Jay did you drink anything while we weren't paying attention?!" Rose exclaimed. I let go of Zane and sat down at the table, not answering her question. Zane sat farthest away from me, leaving Rose and Luna to sit in the middle. I watched as fans came up to our table with pictures. One had all four of us, which required all our autographs. Or there was just one picture, that only needed one signed name. So long story short, it was like every fan-meet. Every fan that came up I'd take another swig from my red wine bottle that I made Alex give me before we went on stage. Of course I didn't start drinking it until now, I had secretly told Alex to also put it here next to the table. I had flirted with everyone at my table, and no fans. My band mates just rolled their eyes and ignored me, muttering that I'm definitely drunk. I didn't really pay attention to think was taking pictures with or signing papers... until him. Six feet of slightly tanned skin and small muscles. My jaw dropped and my bottle almost did too, until I saved it. Holy shit! He's hot! I thought, my green eyes filling with desire. Zane looked at me and elbowed my ribcage. "Drool much?" He smirked, laughing a little. "I want that... gimme." I ordered, pointing at the fan. He looked my age, had dark brown hair with dull green eyes. He was super hot! "The tall guy?" Zane asked, his voice now sounding very monotone. "Yes, can I keep him? I'll take care of him, I'll feed him, fuck him, and give him water! C'mon can he come on the tour with us? I'll keep him in my bed so he doesn't bother any of you!" I begged, not daring to take my eyes of that fan. He was coming up next, I signed a picture and watched as he walked up. "Hi, my name's Tom. Could you give me your autograph?" Tom asked, sweetly, handing me a picture of me. "Oh, I'll give you more than that!" I smiled, my tongue lolling out. "No, Jay! You're drunk... quit bothering my little brother!" Zane frowned. "Hey, Zane..." Tim waved, shyly. Zane briefly waved. "So, uh... Mr. Carter, what were you talking about before Zane interrupted you?" Tom asked. "I'll give you the best ni-" I started, Zane slapped his hand over my mouth. Tom blushed a little, seeming to figure out what I was gonna say. I bit Zane's hand, making him rear back. I signed the paper, and said, "And don't call me Mr. Carter, call me Jay." Right then, I need reporter ran through everyone, her cameraman behind her. She pushed Tom out of the way and held her microphone to my face. "Excuse me, Mr. Carter! People have been talking, and their started to question your sexuality! So, what are you? Gay or straight?" She said quickly, waiting impatiently for me to answer. I knew who she was, her name was Daniella. She had really dark, purple hair. Her eyes were a yellow-green blend, and she had pale skin. She wore a tight skirt with a suit type thing for her top. I frowned, and stood up. I walked around the table and snatched the microphone from her. Zane, Luna, Rose, and Tom all stared at me. "If you must know.... I'm bisexual. That means I like girls and guys. So I'm not gay nor straight." I explained. Even though I wasn't as drunk as possible, I still had a little haze that fogged up my head. She gasped and so did a few people, while others cheered loudly. "So, even though you're a big star with many fans, you have the courage to come out of the closet? Don't you think that could have some backlash?" She questioned, shoving the microphone closer to my face. I growled and snatched it from her. "It probably will, but I don't care. Because if I love someone I'm gonna take care of them, and I'm not gonna give a shit about what people say. And to all of you people who are struggling with being bullied or messed with for not being straight, love is love... and don't let anyone tell you different." I said, being as serious as I've ever been. But it puzzled me how, given the fact that I've been drinking wine this entire time. "And just to show I don't give two fucks about what people say, I'm gonna do this!" I grinned, grabbing Tom by the back of his head and smashing out lips together. He was shocked at first, but quickly gave in. Tom's face burned red and I almost laughed. I turned my head, but his bottom lip, then let go. He was entirely shook, I could tell from his face. I smirked and licked my lips, tasting Tom once again. The cameraman and Daniella's jaws dropped. All was silent, except for Tom's heavy breathing. Then all the fans started cheering really loudly. I smiled and bowed at the them. "Thank you, thank you! How very kind of you!" I laughed. Then my mind started thinking bad thoughts, and I liked them. "Okay, people! Everyone who wants an autograph please come to me." I demanded. They all did. I signed their papers then said goodbye. I grabbed Tom by the arm and started dragging him backstage. He seemed confused, but followed. Yep, I'm keeping him. I thought. As soon as we were alone and turned and faced him. "So, on a scale of one to ten. How much would you enjoy sex with me?" I asked, smirking. "Um.... eight, I guess." He answered, blushing furiously. "Perfect!" I grinned, pushing him onto the couch.