Blonde | The Lost Boys

Chapter Six

•Chinese Maggots and a Crisp Drink•

⚠Warning⚠
Smut... ish. I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

After stopping to get takeout, the boys drove across the California beach side.

Adelia had grown comfortable in her spot, her cheek flushed against his back with her eyes shut, clearly in a daze, while nonchalantly letting her fingertips peak under the hem of his shirt. David grinned, satisfied that she finally gave in.

The sanctuary itself is a cave along a cliff, where the sea crashed on sheer edged rocks below. Inside was heavily decorated in grunge-rock themes, like the giant poster of Jim Morrison from The Doors hanging on the wall.. Old rugs covered the floor, thin gypsy curtains drape across the ceiling support beams. A fountain shrines the center (though it didn't work) it too decorated in all sorts of cloths, and cushioned with varying sizes of pillows. The cave is a beachbum's haven needless to say.

Adelia and the girls looked about their surroundings in amazement. It truly was the coolest thing they'd every saw. Giggling like school girls. Adelia sat on the fountain wall with arms crossed. The others sat with their sweethearts around the area after Paul handed out the chinese takeout they got earlier, and passing around a tall bejeweled bottle of some sanguine liquid. Naturally, Adelias thought of it as alcohol and refused to drink it several times when the bottle reached her. David sat in a rusted wheelchair covered by blankets. An opening in the cave ceiling allowed the moon to shine down his face, making his already handsome features more surreal.

David shared glances with his blood brothers, smirking and snickering. The ginger looked up curiously, a fat bite of white rice in her mouth.

"How are the maggots?" David asked. Adelia nodded with a full cheeked smile, looking down at her meal, "Yeah, the ri-!"

She gaged awfully, disgusted by what was in box. A cesspool of squirming maggots. The box fell from her hands as she spat the larva from her mouth, her hands wiping at her tongue desperatly. Adelia had her tongue sticking out, like a dog in the hot sun, blowing raspberries to help. She ripped the sanguine drink from Anne's hands and took several gulps to wash down the taste, coughing in return.

Everyone laughed and David leaned forward in his seat, "You don't like rice?"

Adelia looked down at her knocked over box. It was just rice all along. even the pieces from her mouth was just rice. Her fact blushed red, to say the least, she felt embarassed-ashamed.

Adelia found her self taking another swig of the drink. It was crisp and cool, refreshing like a coke, with an odd metalic undertaste. And after everyone shared the drink one last time the party was on.

They sang and danced, cheering each other on as they played games like truth or dare, and spin the bottle. Even card games too. Adelia wore a great big smile, she was having a good time and didn't want it to end anytime soon, though, eventually, everyone got settled in with each others company.

Kate and Marko were busy being sweet on each other.

Dwayne and Barbara gave off lets-take-this-to-the-bedroom-room vibes as they held each other.

Anne couldn't stop playing with Paul's hair.

And David managed to get Adelia in his lap.

He grinned at her, his hands resting just above her hips. "What is in that drink?" She asked.

David shrugged, "Just some Wine."

"Wine?" Adelia leaned back, to give a questioning look at his face, "It doesn't taste like wine."

Though his smile didn't falter, he became somewhat scared that the secret of the drink would be known.

"It's a special kind of wine." He held the bottle to her lips making her take a sloppy gulp. A bead of the "wine" dribbled from her lips down to her chest. A lustful hunger growled in David's belly, his eyes locked on the droplet, his tongue begging for its taste along Adelia's skin. But he held back.

Adelia coughed at the drink's strong taste, using her hand to wipe her mouth.

"It-" She gave another cough, "It does taste like wine!" A shocked expression on her face and she took another gulp. More wine dribbled from the girl's chin down her throat.

David could take it no longer. He pulled her close suddenly, dragging his tongue from her chest to chin. In a fit of surprise, Adelia nearly spat out a mouthful of wine. Her hand grabbed a fistful of his leather coat.

The ginger jerked away, "What the hel--" He took her by surprise, sealing his lips with hers. Adelia melted like ice cream under the sun. Fireworks going off in both her brain and heart.

Taking the bottle from her other hand and setting it down, David pulled her even closer to himself by her hips. He cradled the back of her head, planted another kiss on her lips before trailing them down her neck. A squeal and a laughing snort came from Adelia, her neck was a very ticklish spot. And his stubbled facial hair didn't help.

"Hey, wait, what about the others?" Her head swivled for her eyes to find the others out of sight.

David turned her face back to his by the hand, another kiss, "They're having their own fun."

Adelia rubbed her tired eyes. It was at least about 2:00 in the morning, way past the time the group of girls usually go to sleep at. She felt herself being lifted, and clung to David out of reaction. It was him carrying her, and she found herself in a canopy bed. Him crawling in too.

Afterwards Adelia couldn't remember much, just that nights dreamless sleep, and cuddling into the handsome motorbike leader.

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Birds tweeted songs. A bright light glaring in her eyes. Adelia, and the rest of the girls found themselves back home in their own beds. Even the car was parked out in front of the garage. Everyone shared confused glances, and sported massive headaches.