Ring of Fire (Jacelynn)

[Fabian Castillo]

The music was loud, too loud in Fabian's opinion. As much as he loved clubbing, he didn't quite as much enjoy the loud music. It made it nearly impossible to talk to anyone, and his throat got all sore from all the yelling. Too bad there seemed to be few clubs that found the ability to being able to converse with people so attractive. He quite enjoyed talking to people when he was out like this, that was usually when most of the interesting stories was told. Believe it or not, sex wasn't all Fabian thought of when he was out drinking in Vermont's own cute little corner of the world; Pilot Ridge.

Standing outside one of the bars to rest his pounding brain, Fabian caught glimpse of a well-know red haired who's back he was all too familiar with. With a smirk he found his way through the groups of people towards his fierce lady-friend. She was one of the few people around here he actually considered keeping in touch with after sleeping with her. She was a little damaged from time to time, but her sass had grown on him. Besides, she was nice enough too.

Putting one hand on her hip and the other supporting her neck, he pushed her off of her balance so that she would fall right into his arms. ''Hello there, Heatstorm.'', he chuckled as he looked at her with his oh-so blue eyes. He gave her a playful wink before supporting her back up on her feet, his hand not leaving her waist. He ran the back of his finger down her cheek and planted a peck on her forehead. If anything, he could blame his behavior on being pretty intoxicated.

''Looking beautiful as ever.'', he mused and took another glance at her. His hand lingered on her waist for a few more seconds before he pulled back to give her her space. After all, he was being pushy; Which wasn't attractive. At all.

[Jacelynn Heron]

Loud, always so loud. Clubbing was all fine and dandy, sure, but with extra-sensitive hearing, the blaring music was no picnic. In fact, it was much worse than she let on. Most of the time she would dose herself with a thorough amount of pain-killers so that it numbed the headache before it could really have any effect on her. Of course that also meant she couldn't drink, so tonight she went against it and decided that drinking would numb the pain enough. She just wanted to get drunk and sleep with someone that was attractive without running into anyone that she had irrational feelings for or someone that had irrational feelings for her. As long as she had that, she'd be okay.

The beauty of the loud music was not having to hold a conversation. She wasn't in a talkative mood and she wasn't really one for pleasant small talk. All she wanted to do was grind on a guy and bing bang bam, be done with it. No string attached and no conversing needed. She didn't even care to know the guy's name, as long as it didn't start with and A or a C, it would all be fine in the end. She couldn't keep putting herself through this mess.

Jace had just been dancing in her own little spot with guys surrounding her, when she felt a hand on her hip and one on the back of her neck. Next thing she knew, she lost her balance and was staring up at a familiar - but bearable - face. Her face turned from a grimace to a more pleasant smile in no time and she rolled her eyes at him. When he righted her, she found herself a little closer to him and she just looked up as he towered over her. He was a nice enough guy, only interested in one thing, but that's what made it all so easy to handle.

"Why thank you, and you're looking mighty fine yourself, sir," She smiled, happy that he dropped his hand. As much as she enjoyed being intimately touched, there was a time and place for it. It wasn't like they were dancing, if that was the case, she might not have minded the lingering. "Enjoying yourself?" She called over the music.