"nobody said it was easy,
no one ever said it would be this hard"
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the scientist // bhxjh has mature elements such as abuse, fights, a lot of foul language, and sexual themes, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
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Alcohol and nicotine clouded the air almost as much as the hunger for sex. Raging guitars and drums screamed in their ears as thousands of people chanted along with Rock of Ages. Beverly was dancing around with a beer that was splashing all over her hand, but she didn't seem to notice or care. Billy had his arms around Jade's waist, her back pressed flush against his chest and her fingers intertwined with his. A smile was plastered on her face and she could feel the music vibrating through her body. She lifted her drink in the air and started to dance with Beverly while they slurred the lyrics with the rest of the crowd.
"Rise up gather round! Rock this place to the ground! Burn it up, let's go for broke, watch the night go up in smoke, rock on, rock on," Jade planted a quick kiss on Billy's lips, directing the next line to him. "Drive me crazier! No serenade! No fire brigade! Just pyromania, come on," Beverly put her arm around Jade's shoulders and they both started to shout the lyrics, making Billy laugh at their drunken states.
"What do you want?"
"What do you want?"
"I want rock 'n' roll! Yes, I do!"
"Long live rock 'n' roll!"
"Oh, let's go, let's strike a light!"
"We're gonna blow like dynamite," she poured the rest of her beer into her mouth and walked back to the man with an arched eyebrow. "Hi," she giggled, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Hi," he smiled back, hoisting her up in his arms and not so subtlety grabbing her ass.
"You're very pretty. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"I do."
"Where is she," Jade attempted to whisper, but failed miserably.
"She's actually in my arms right now."
"No way! I'm in your arms right now!"
"Yes, you are."
"Do you think she'd like me?"
"I like you."
"Shhh," she put her finger over his lips, "she might hear you. But I know something quiet we can do."
"Oh?"
"Mhm. We can, like, pretend we're from France."
"And why would we do that?"
"Open your mouth."
"What?"
"Open your mouth and I'll show you why it's fun to be French."
