Bad Luck: Jack at the Dentist (Layla)

[Jack McCarthy]

It was amazing. Jack knew that he was born with a silver tongue in his mouth and could seeming take anyone into anything. Especially if the person in question happened to be a drunk women sitting idle by a bar…but this? This only proved how damn good. After much debates, flowery language and heapings of the old Jack Mccarthy charm. He had managed to score a lunch date with Layla!

Ok, true it didn’t seem like a big deal to the outside world, but Jack viewed this as a landmark victory for himself, to go out purely one on one with a girl who was too afraid to go to Halloween dance with him because of what her psychotic, controlling boyfriend thought. Jack supposed that Reily lessened the lease he seemingly had around Layla’s neck seeing as he had locked her down and they going to be m-

…No…

He still couldn’t think of that willout feeling a chill come over his bones, he still couldn’t believe it, at times he had managed to convince himself that it was some kind of horrible neightmare, there was no way it could be real. It couldn’t be happening, but of course it was. Riley and Layla was set to be bounded together in holy matrimony forever more. Which pick Jack in an arkward psotion considering he…liked Layla…a lot….bordering on those that horrible L word that Jack swore he would never be the victim of, and it wasn’t as if Jack choose this. In fact Jack has done everything in his power to get her off his mind, but to no avail. Every time he ate breakfast. There was Layla. Whenever he was in the shower? Layla was there with him. Whenever Jack tried to put the moves on a girl at a bar, guess who was there staring a hole through Jack’s head with her exotic eyes that seemed to speak of far-flung places.

So for those keeping score Jack can;
A) Tell Layla about her feelings only to be rejected. Result: Misery
B) Remain mute, and let Layla ride away from him into the sunset with captain crazy pants towards their bullshit white picket fence-suburban dream and let her get old and fat and miserable. Result: Misery.
C) If he did make his move and actually gets her…only for it to not work out, thus leaving her alone and possible ruining her change at the L word. Result: Misery.
D) Tells Layla how he feels and she laughs in his face. Result; Misery
E) …and if Riley ever found out what he was thinking right now? Mass suicide, probably.

So yeah, he was virtually guaranteed to have a crappy time. So he decided it wasn’t worth. He needed to find someway, to block his feelings from Layla and view her as just a friend…somehow.

Which is why Jack found himself looking in the mirror making sure he looked damn good in his video game meme bearing t-shirt over black jacket with his trademark Celtic cross dangling round his neck. “Ok” Jack said to his mirrorself “Here’s what’s going to happen; you’re going to go to lunch with Layla, you’re going to laugh at her jokes, going to so god damn happy that she’s getting married and then tonight, how about you try and get the hots for a girl that doesn’t have an insane boyfriend that looks like he eats children ….ah! Shit” Jack suddenly bit down forgetting for a moment about the painful tooth that had been pestering him for quite some time, which is why he had a dentist appointment that same day “ok….FIRST dentist then layla then girl….and maybe after that’ll I can work on the whole talking to myself thing….that can’t be healthy.”

With that in mind Jack set forth for the dentist office and waited in the waiting room

…and waited…

….and waited….

…And waited some more, what was the hold up?! This stupid dentist was going to ruin everything. If the guy didn’t get a move on. He’ll be late for Layla, after what seemed like forever he was finally ushered in by a quite large gentleman, in a white apron…who blattered on about this and that quite frankly he was distracted by all the sharp dangerous pointy things, like was this was some kind medieval torture devices. It was only after the dentist mentioned that he needed to remove the cavity that Jack started to listen. Shit. Typical. Just typical. That all he needed on today of all days, while the dentist got everything ready for the removal, Jack sent Layla a text message stating where he was, and not to freak out when he didn’t show up…and that he certainly wasn’t freaking out about having several painful things pushed in his mouth

….However his screams as the dentist started his work told a different story…but soon they were shut up by the sounds of gas being turned on followed shortly by the sounds of a dril

[Layla Harlow]

Marriage. What once was a silly concept to her was now all that plagued her mind. Wedding plans, details, all of it was so important! Of course she knew that once her and Riley talked about what they both wanted for the wedding, she was sure all of the bees in her stomach would be replaced by fluttery butterflies. Until then, though, she found herself getting nauseous by the way her head was spinning round and round. Marriage. Wedding. Engagement. All so long term. Here she used to believe that marriage was a pointless thing. How did a silly slip of paper prove love? Not that she didn't plan on getting married, she just thought it was kind of ridiculous. After all, from what she'd experienced and heard of through others, marriage killed relationships. Just look at her parents, so hollow and lifeless in their love. It was disgusting. She didn't want that.

But if she hadn't said yes, maybe Riley would have left her for good. That looming possibility was an unwelcome thought, but she knew that it still could have happened. Then again, she would have said yes to him anyway because she couldn't imagine herself with anyone else. Riley understood her as well as she understood him and they had such a connection emotionally and mentally that was hard to ignore. She was just happy that she wouldn't have to share him with anyone because he would be certifiably hers. And then she could move in with him and they could take Kali away and everything would be perfect. Her life would be as amazing as she tried making it out to be. A real comic book where she could finally beat the evil villains by being legally married. Her parents were going to be furious when they found out. If they ever did.

No. Layla wanted to tell them. Personally. She wanted to do it in such a way that they reacted so that she could know that they felt something for her.

The lunch date with Jack was much needed for her. She was so wound up that she needed a nice, relaxing evening away from the stress of being newly married in just a short while. Mrs. Layla Coleson...it had a catchy ring to it and she'd been testing it out as she walked to where her and Jack were supposed to be meeting. It rolled off her tongue once more right as her phone buzzed signalling a text message had been received. She slid the screen up to unlock it and frowned when she read the message. Luckily the dentist office wasn't too far away. She knew this town like the back of her hand and within minutes she was there asking for Mr. McCarthy.

The receptionist pointed to a room that was the only thing standing between her and the sound of a wailing man. Jesus whoever that was...what a pussy. She tapped lightly on the door and walked in to find Jack with the dentist elbows deep in his mouth drilling away. By the time she really registered what was going on, the dentist pulled back and seemed to notice her for the first time.

[Jack McCarthy]

The dentist himself seemed to be almost relieved by the time he finished, with a pregnant sigh playing on his mouth he turned around and spied Layla “I take it you’re here for Mr. McCarthy?” the dentist said with rapt disapproval in his voice. “You should probably know there were some slight complications with the procedure.” He paused for a moment as he removed his gloves.

“I had Mr.McCarthy prepped for the procedure and I was set to remove the cavity, but-“ The dentist frown. “ Well…things got complicated, he just wouldn’t stay still, he kept squirming in place, and at one point he brought my umm…mother’s sexual decently into question..”

For the first time the dentist looses his tone of professionalism and he showed Layla the back of his hand which showed some pronounced teeth marks “He bit me! So I had to give him an extra tank of the gas” At this point the Dentist seemed almost sheepish as if the following words carried with it some kind of shame. “But, he just wouldn’t shut up…so I was forced to give him a triple douse of the gas, and that finally made him stay still. But....he’s a little…out of it to put it lightly. He’s taken enough drugs to knock out a baby elephant, I’m stunned he’s still conscious! He should be fine in a few hours…but until then, you’re going to need to take him home.”

With that clearly irritated, the dentist departed the room revealing Jack sitting in the dentist chair, with a glazed over look in his eyes looking like he just had a lobotomy, which a small dozy smile painted on his face, that made him look a like a five year old that didn’t have a care in the world.

And to be honest, he didn’t, for the first time in weeks jack didn’t worry in his brain as he was flouting on a cloud of laughing gas, as he looked around him the world seemed more brighter then what it once was. Everything had a surreal dreamlike quality to it,that made everything seem like it was in slow motion. Jack’s drug adled head moved lazily to Layla. She seemed to be almost glowing and glittering under the florescent lights, quite strongly.

She looked breath taking.

As soon as he saw Layla, it Jack’s face lit up into the world’s happiest smile, looking like a toddler being reunited with a teddy bear. He looked simply overjoyed, as if it was impossible for anyone in the world to be as happy as Jack was at that moment, all just because he was in the same room as Layla Harlow. “Layla!” Jack exclaimed his words slurred because of his numbed mouth. “Hiya! Ya got my text!” Suddenly the smile left Jack’s face, to replaced with a more serious face. “Layla…I have to tell you something…Something important.” He stared at her with a blank expression for a moment before a chester cat grin appeared on his face “Did you see that Dentist name tag? It said Beverly! Beverly! He has a girls name!” At the thought of the dentist name, Jack was overcome by a bolt of giggles as if this was the height of wit.

[Layla Harlow]

Layla nodded at the dentist's first question and her eyes drifted to Jack, sitting there completely zoning. As the dentist offered an explanation, she looked back up at him and tried to keep her polite and mannerly composure. It was harder than she thought with the way that he explained how Jack had been a mouthy son of a bitch that needed gassed every five seconds. She was just trying not to burst into a fit of giggles because it was so Jack. It was Jack on drugs. A lot of drugs. And the dentist didn't have much of a reason to feel guilty. She didn't doubt that Jack not only insulted the guy's mother, but also clearly had bitten him.

"Doc, don't worry, if I had access to that amount and those kind of drugs, I'd have done it, too. He's a mouthy sucker ain't he?" She laughed and glanced back at the boy, shaking her head slightly. "I'll get him home in once piece, though he might be a little bruised and battered by the time we get there, if ya know what I mean?" She snorted before the dentist walked out, leaving her with this spacey boy in her care. Oh gawsh.

When he finally looked at her she offered him a smile and in return was given a blinding one. It was like he couldn't get enough of her and she didn't quite understand it. Then again, she'd admit that she couldn't get enough of him either, he was such an awesome friend to have and she definitely didn't want to ditch him. He tried her name out in an exclamation and she had to laugh at the garbled sound from his numbness. This would be probably the funniest thing she had to deal with in a while. Man she could have some serious fun with him. His expression changed and she tilted her head to the side as he got all serious on her. He was drugged out of his mind, who knew what he was going to say?

When he finally told her and burst into a fit of giggles, girlish giggles nonetheless, she facepalmed and shook her head, "Gawsh, Jack, you're such a child. Now c'mon my little druggie, let's get going so that you don't insult anyone else's name in your stupor." Layla offered him her hand because she didn't quite trust him to walk straight. With the boy's luck he'd probably walk right into a wall.

Hm...tempting.

[Jack McCarthy]

If Jack was honest, he almost completely missed everything Layla said to him. It’s a well known fact that these types of drugs effect everyone in different ways. Some can’t stop laughing and some slip into a deep unconscious state under the gas. In Mr. Mccarthy’s case it appears the effects were the same if he spent every waking moment drinking the strongest alcohol known to mankind, doing drugs while whacking himself as hard as he could in the head with a baseball bat….all at the same time

The effect made him look quite childlike, with a clear expression on his face without any hint of smugness or snark, you might be forgiven for mistaking Jack for a child, with an carefree twinkle in his eye.

As stated above Jack barely heard Layla, the gas had a weird effect on him. Every word Layla said seemed to be in slow motion and her voice seemed to have taken on a almost musical quality that Jack found very soothing, and when she laughed, Jack felt like he could listen to that over and over again.

“…Stupor?! Ha…that’s sound like Soup-her Soup her Ha! That’s sounds cool actually! Oh! Can we get soup? Can we?! Can we?! Huh?! Can I have ice cream in my soup?” Jack rambled incoherently, clearly delirious, before he loosely took Layla hand, liking the tingly feeling physical contact with Layla caused. “I like holding your hand” Jack gigglings

With a grunt Jack groggily swung around in his seat and planted both feet to the floor, using Layla to balance himself, he very unsteadily gets to his feet, looking like bambi on ice, he drunkenly took two steps and smiled in victory at Layla…but suddenly he slowly began to tip forward like Charlie Chaplin and grabbed on to Layla for support, gripping his midsection and accidentally leaned against her cleavage. If Jack was fully in charge of his body he would instantly have backed off and made some awkward comment, but now? It was like he didn’t notice. All he knew was that he liked hugging her, if he was aware, his drug addled mind didn’t register it as important.

“Layla…I feel all…floaty” He giggled his voice slightly muffled

[Layla Harlow]

Layla had never been drugged up at the dentist's or even the doctor's because she was relatively healthy and had never been in the position that she needed any drugs to take the edge off. She could only imagine it being like getting severely drunk, which she had been numerous times in her life that no one would ever know about if it was up to her. Except Sophie, but she had been there when it happened. Man oh man had her parents gone nuts on her when she woke up the next morning with a killer hangover when she was supposed to be getting ready for one of their glorious dinner parties. That had been one of the notches on her bad record that eventually led to them kicking her out. It only took until she was eighteen so they could do it without her calling the police or something.

Anyway, the way he was acting wasn't exactly like she had been when she was drunk (from what she heard later that week). He was completely careless and saying a lot of weird things, but she had been completely stupid in her drunken state and she didn't think he was. He just had the mind of a child right now, which was actually pretty funny once she got past the whole Beverly incident (though she had to admit even that was funny).

"Soup and ice cream? Boy you really are fucked up right now," She shook her head at him and just smiled again. He was adorkable. Emphasis on the dork part because no matter how ridiculous he sounded, he looked completely at ease with everything. It was nice seeing him without all of that sarcasm. She imagined she'd have been much the same if she was stripped of her snark.

He took her hand and she squeezed his fingers as reassurance that she wouldn't let him fall before he made a comment about liking it. Layla smiled wider for a brief second before he tried standing. She offered him the support that she could, intent on keeping him from faceplanting against the dentist's floor. He swung himself around to face her and pushed himself up taking a couple of steps. He actually seemed like he was fine....

Until he started tilting over and landed right in her cleavage. Face first.

Now, Layla didn't take well to people ending up in her cleavage. Like at all. And if it was any other situation with any other person, she'd probably have kneed said person in the groin or allowed them to fall flat on their face with no help from her to get up. And she'd probably even kick them when they were on the ground before walking out, giving this person no way of getting home or anything. Honestly, that thought did pass through her mind at this point, but then she remembered...crap, this was Jack.

He was lucky she loved him so much because otherwise, she would have pushed him back hard and let him fall. Instead, she put her index finger to his forehead and pushed him back rather slowly and gently as to not send him to the ground. Once he was standing straight, she moved her finger from his forehead to his chest, partially to keep him upright and partially to make her point, "Now I know you're drugged out of your mind, but that's a no-no. Put your arm over my shoulder and I'll help you out the car, c'mon lovely."

[Jack McCarthy]

It was truly a testament to the strength of the drugs Jack was on that, that almost face planting in Layla’s bosoms had little to no effect on him, in the state he was in all Jack knew that he landed somewhere quite soft, he didn’t care where as long as it wasn’t the cold hard floor he fell on. He didn’t care where it was.

This of course was in clear contract if Jack was sober. If jack was in full possession of his body, Jack would have instantly have backed away and muttered an awkward apology and backed away going red, funnily enough if it was any other woman in the Hammel area Jack would have milked the moment for all it’s worth, until she forcibly him, upon such time Jack would make a sleazy comment. Jack would have done that with anyone else…but not Layla. He was a complete wreck when he was around Layla, like a 12 year utterly smitten by his older teacher…and that’s the exactly how Jack felt around Layla, utterly smitten

And God it sucked!

But for now those feelings were all a distant memory for now, Jack’s entire world was the wonderful light headed feeling and Layla’s velvet like voice “My hero.”Jack slurred happily please to have an excuse for any physical contact with her. “Ok, I’m sooooooo sorry la-la, I guess I should say sorry for all the times I’ve seen you naked too…” Jack took a moment to frown…there was something not quite right about that sentence.

“Oh, whoops! Sorry! I’ve never seen you naked! Silly me! I’ve just dreamed about you…a lot”

[Layla Harlow]

Layla watched Jack, she'd never seen him like this, so completely lacking snark. It was weird and she wasn't sure she liked it as much. He was funny both ways of course, but he was more like her when he was snarky. It was funny going back and forth with him in their incessant teasing and evilness. They were kind of horrible people. Okay more than horrible, they were down right mean. But only when someone rightfully deserved it. Riley was the same way...er well...now he was. She'd mellowed him out a bit.

As he apologized, she shrugged, but her shoulders froze at their peek when he said he'd seen her naked. Okay, now that was creepy. She really hoped he wasn't serious because it wouldn't surprise her if Riley killed him if he found out. In fact, she kind of expected it from Ri. He could only be nice for so long (well nice for him anyway). And it was even weirder when he called her La-la. God he was so fucked up she didn't even know how to respond! She really needed to get him back to Hammel so he could sleep it off. "Uhm..."

He caught himself though. Not that it made things any better. He dreamed about her? What the actual fuck. Her expression was just complete shock. She didn't know what else to think or do or say or anything. This was not a conversation she expected to have with him, yet here they were. "Jack...what makes you dream about me? I mean besides my amazing looks and killer body," Mind you, she was joking because she doubted that he saw her that way. Please, he was like her brother and that would be awkward on so many levels..

Oh boy.

[Jack McCarthy]

If Jack took a moment and listens very, VERY carefully he may have heard the faint sounds of his future self screaming at him through the space time continuum to stop what he was doing and for once in his Jack Mccarthy’s life shut the hell up before he does something he’ll regret….

But even if Jack took the time to listen, odds are he wouldn’t have cared, after all the gas that Jack was currently at the mercy of was called “Truth serum”, Jack on the whole was having an amazing time. It really did feel like he was on some kind of powerful muscle relaxation drug,all his worries and troubles just sort of floated up in the air, leaving behind a vacant happy feeling. He was so happy at the moment.

As of right now, Jack didn’t know the meaning of the word “Consequences” and even if he did. He saw no real reason why he shouldn’t spill his guts out to Layla. She did ask a perfectly innocent question…why wouldn’t he was tell her the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

“Oh sure, all those but also, your smile, your eyes, you hair. I think I really like you…like, LIKE like you, you’re the only person who doesn’t hate me here,” Jack’s tone remains totally conversational “Really sucks that your getting married, not just because I like you, but because I’ve seen my parents start to hate each other and become miserable when they married, and I don’t want to see that happen to you, even though, in their defence, it was probably all my fault their marriage failed…no wonder dad hates me…”

Jack looks down a little feeling somewhat sad, but it was only a light feeling of sadness before continuing

“I don’t blame you for marrying him though…if I was in your position I wouldn’t pick me. I mean, he’s like super tall and super handsome…and I’m just a dick with a big mouth…how can I compete?...Do my hands seem big to you”