Book Two : Aveline. | Slash Fanfiction

chapter fifteen

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FIFTEEN - 1992, Southampton.

          AVELINE HAD HER petite frame clung onto by a very drunk, very dramatic Slash, who decided it would be highly hilarious to wince every time she made a subtle movement, his arm craned along her shoulder as she wrapped her own around his waist to steady his non-existent balance. Duff was doing much the same to Izzy, lazily resting his entirety upon his shoulder as Izzy grumbled in blatant protest, frustrated by the clamminess of the drunken man. 

Usually, Izzy wouldn't mind a sweaty blonde - but Duff wasn't a girl, and he sure as hell hadn't just ridden Izzy naked in his bed, so he decided that he disliked this sweaty blonde entirely.

"Shit, man, what time is it?" Slash asked, his head lolling back as he swayed with each tumbling step. His body still ached from the fall and his face supported a few open wounds from the pointy edges of prickly plants.

"I have no fucking idea." Aveline sighed, shaking her head defeatedly. They were all exhausted, ready to collapse at any given moment, and carrying the weight of two deadbeat alcoholics was not on the list of pleasurable desires for neither Izzy nor Aveline. After the whole incident had occurred, it took the three remaining members of their little group far too long to sober up, and then at least over a tiring and frustrating hour to actually discover the route in which they had to take in order to find Slash - and then they had to scope out the path back, considering Duff was too out of it to keep track of their trail like he'd promised - which added an additional twenty, to twenty-five minutes.

All in all they were late.

Inexcusably late.

And they still had yet to reach the venue, Duff nor Slash in any fit state to play even remotely professionally.

They continued to stroll, fairly cluelessly, down the street that screamed unfamiliarity to them all, the dim lighting beckoning an unsettling feeling in Aveline's conscious. She tightened her grip around Saul's waist, a slight fear crippling into the edge of her mind as he giggled impishly, protesting against her hold; "You're tickling me."  He snickered.

Aveline rolled her eyes and prodded his side a little harder, earning a loud barrel of uncontrolled laughter, directly in her ear. The sound rippled through her and hard as she tried, Aveline was unable to fight off the infectious laugh falling from her tongue as he continued to squirm and giggle in pure intoxication beneath her hold.

He swatted her hand away, still clinging onto her shoulder, and shook his head - an action that almost caused him to topple over, had it not been for Aveline's fast reaction - as a soft blush spread its way around his cheeks and neck, an embarrassed laugh dripping from his parched lips. "My knight in shining armor." He gushed, tone high-pitched and girly as he turned to face Aveline, fluttering his long, luscious eyelashes with a feminine pout.

"Dear god, shut up." She giggled, tilting her head back and scrunching her nose up as she shook with petty laughter.

"Oh, Romeo, oh, Romeo, where for art thou, Romeo?" He continued to falsely impersonate a woman, ruffling his hair and tucking it away with a few sloppy movements, blowing several kisses and winking seductively. Well, it was an attempt to be seductive.

Aveline shook her head with a joyous smile, too entertained by his performance to interrupt. "I make a good girl, don't I, Leanie?" There it was - that stupid fucking nickname that made her heart stutter. Though instead of pausing and making a fool of herself, she nodded almost immediately with a cunning smirk. "Y'know, right, when I was like... I don't know, seventeen, eighteen? I really wanted to get into this fucking club, 'cause it was only a ladies night, but they wouldn't let me in." He licked his dry lips and continued to recall the story, "So I got my Ma to dress me up in one of her dresses and she did my make up - shit, man, I even wore heels." Aveline snorted a giggle of disbelief, attempting to picture Saul all dressed up in his mothers dress. "Anyways, they let me in. I guess I looked real pretty - some dude tried to get my number-" He let out a curt laugh, remembering the moment fondly. "This was before I'd even got in, so I just leaned into his ear and went; 'No.'" He exclaimed the word he'd said in the deepest voice he possibly could, sending Aveline into a shock of laughter. "He looked so scared and ended up leaving without even going in." He chuckled. "So, when I got inside, it was just me and the ladies, so I stripped off the shoes, the dress - left on my lipstick and eyeshadow or whatever that shit's called - and walked about in my boxers. Thankfully, I decided to wear underwear. Otherwise I'd be hanging free."