get outta my town

Paz looks like her jaw is about to drop off her head. "What! Oh my God that's so gross!" She fake wretches.

Ian winces and grabs his stomach, "Yeah, that shot was pretty ass."

Paz turns to him, "Not the shot, idiot! The whole Your Ex is a Major Ho-Bag thing!"

"Oh yeah. Well, I actually think it's kind of sad."

"Sad? SAD?! Come on, Ian, you must be ill or something. It's not sad, it's just plain amazing and gross and... I need another drink." She grabs Ian by the arm, "You're coming with me and having another, too."

Ian looks back at Ingrid and Tevon in protest as he's dragged through the cloud of dancers to the bar. Tevon shrugs and Ingrid just stands there, perfectly still and spaced out.

"What's wrong, Ingrid? You look way bad. The shot mess you up, too?" Tevon says, touching her shoulder.

"What? Oh, no. Not the shot. I'm just really upset for Ian. I mean, sure, we all want to see her fall from grace and all, but that's just sick."

"And we haven't even seen the video, yet." Tevon shakes his head with mock grief.

"And we're not going to see it! Look, just take whatshisname at face value and stop pushing Ian to see it. I'm sure you think it's really funny and all, but it's not for him."

"Ingrid. I'm shocked. Do you really think I'm trying to hurt Ian? Really, I'm just trying to be a friend."

Ingrid glares at him, "a friend! Right. So, run this by me, cuz I guess I'm confused. A friend is the type of person who makes another friend feel better by offering to show him a tape of his ex long-term girlfriend and possible fiance and some idiot getting it on? Wow, guess I'm crazy, but I really thought that was asshole material." She turns from him and walks through the crowd.

"Oh come, on Ingrid?! Man." Tevon shakes his head. It's not really bad, is it? It shows her for what she is and makes him see the truth. The truth is always the best thing. Damn, why doesn't anyone see I'm the only one being a true friend!

When Ingrid arrives, Darian is finishing pouring two shots for Paz and Ian. She pushes in between them, "One for me, too."

Ian looks back at her. "Ingrid. Have you come to save me, please?"

"No, I've come to join you." Darian finishes pouring the last shot and she distributes them out to Ian, Paz and herself.

"See, I'm not the only one with sense." Paz smiles at Ingrid. "Bottoms up, bitches."

The three of them take their shots. They're something fruity and sticky and sweet with a whole lot of kick to them. It's the kind of shot that start out like syrup and ends up like hellfire. Ian sits there reeling from it and Paz licks her lips. Excellent.

"Alright that was good. How about another." Ingrid taps her shot glass and looks at Darian.

"No problem, honey. Tonight is all about fun." He grabs a shaker and mixes up some more of the bizarre liquid. "Did Tevon tell you three the fantastic cinema I have at my disposal?" He pours another round for the three of them.

Ingrid cocks her head and glares at him. "Yes and we're not interested. We already know how sad she is and I think we can leave it at that." She takes the shot. Paz and Ian follow suit.

"Hey, no problem. Consider it done. Sorry if I offended you." Darian shrugs and sifts through his pants for his cigarettes. He shakes one from the pack and strikes a match to light it.

"Man, Ingrid. You're pretty hot when you're forceful." Paz chuckles to herself.

"Yeah yea yea," Ingrid waves her off, "hey, can I have a cigarette?" she holds out her hand and smiles at Darian.

He reaches back in his pocket and fishes out his pack again. "Sure thing, here ya go."

She takes it and lights up. The swift, smooth smoke rushes into her lungs and burns all the way down. Yeah. I do what the hell I want. My tonight is about doing what I want. Fuck this Amy drama, forget coming here for her. It's about me. Hmmm.

"What are you doing, Ingrid?!" Ian protests, "You don't smoke!"

"I do for tonight if I want to. URGGH. It's like he said," she points at Darian, who looks up, jolted back into their conversation, "it's all about the fun." She takes another huge inhale and blows it out of her nose like a dragon. And I'm miss fun girl tonight.

Ian turns away from her, "whatever."

"Oh stop, Ian. Ingrid does what she wants, she's a big girl." Paz pokes him, "Speaking of which, you're still a little too uptight. Darian, another shot, please."

"Paz, Paz, Paz, stop. I don't think any of us needs more right now." Ian tries to reason with her.

"We do if I say we do-"

"Yeah, loosen up, Ian. Just have fun. Forget her and forget being sober," Ingrid agrees.

Ian gives up, "fine, whatever."

Darian smiles at Ingrid, "See, now you're having fun." He mixes another round.

"Fine. So we get real drunk, then what? Watch The Movie?"

"No, Ian. We dance." Ingrid smiles triumphantly as the pick up their shots.

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posted by the ineffable b @ 10:31 AM