Say Something

[Rowan Booker]

Oh man how long had it been since he actually went out to do something fun? The past few months had been nothing but drama-filled and emotional, things he didn't handle well at all. Between making sure Beatrice was settled into Hammel without any problems and all of the things happening with Alex and even with Lucy, he'd been so caught up in the high school nonsense that he hadn't had any time to celebrate his own birthday, let alone the joint birthday celebration him and Lucy always had starting way back when they were sixteen. It was a tradition of sorts, one that he often looked forward to because he got to hog his best friend's attention for the night.

Both of them had been dealing with stuff, and though Rowan wanted to tell her the most recent news of how things played out between him and Alex, he didn't want to get into the drama. They needed a night of fun, a celebration of their birthdays. They were a year older (except Lucy had another day) and they were lacking fun. Rowan simply couldn't have that because they were the most fun people to be around at all times of course. Even when they were drunk, it was just a matter of having a filter or not. Though Rowan wanted to drink for his birthday, after his most recent experience drinking he wasn't sure he could handle it. The last thing he wanted to do was make another colossal mistake.

Rowan ran his hand through his hair, taking one last glance in the mirror before snatching Lucy from her room and heading out for the night. Luckily it was before curfew, not that he ever really paid any attention to curfew, but still it was nice not having the security staff breathing down their necks. He tossed his arm around her shoulders as they headed towards the club and smiled, "You ready to have a wicked good time? Granted it won't be nearly as fantastic as the time all those years ago, but I mean, I'm pretty sure nothing could compare to that!" 

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy had somehow created the life at Hammel she never wanted. The one she used to laugh at. She had people who had feelings for her who were ignoring her for the sake of their mentality, and subsequently she had people she had feelings for who she was avoiding for the sake of her own mentality. She missed the carefree sort of life she used to lead. The one that didn't involve people forcing these kinds of high school emotional dramatics onto her.

The snow was out - like it always was on this night - and Lucy was dressed accordingly. Her usual attire was equipped with a beanie, leather jacket and decent combat boots. Bring on the snow, this Australian could take it.

Lucy leaned against him when he put an arm around her, her own snaking around his built waist with ease. It was the one day she didn't mind being comfortable like this around him. This was a tradition. "Yeah, just enjoy being the same age as me before I level up again." Lucy retorted, insinuating that of course she was better than him. She was about to be nineteen!

"What's your plan, DeWitt? Get so drunk I have to carry you home?" She asked, her eyebrows raising with a wide smile. She was completely down with it if that were the case.

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan smiled, feeling her lean into him. It was horrible, he knew, but all of the attention that Lucy was getting from people lately, he was insanely jealous. He didn't like sharing his girl. Rowan liked to believe that she was all his and that she would always love him more than anyone else, the way that he loved her. She was his best friend, one of the only people he could be his completely self with. He didn't feel the need to hide what a jerk he was when he was with her because they understood each other on a level that no one else would ever understand him. Granted, she didn't know his most recently leaked secret that he'd been hiding since it happened, but she knew the basics of it and she knew that it contributed to the fact that he couldn't stand the thought of feelings or being touched unless he was the first to touch.

He loved his Lucky more than anyone else would be able to love her, of that he knew.

"Oh puh-leeze, age is but a number, baby. You know late at night when you're all tucked in bed, you fantasize about me and that night three years ago. God what a night!" He laughed quietly and tugged at her beanie. Rowan doubted that was the case very highly. It wouldn't have surprised him if it wasn't because they were friends now and friends didn't think about friends that way. Not that he thought she was ugly by any means, he knew she was beautiful, but to think of her like that was just an off-limits kind of thing.

Rowan pursed his lips, "I'm thinking it'll be the other way around tonight. After all, you're the one that is getting super old tomorrow, you need all the alcohol you can handle." He couldn't believe he was so old now...it was just weird. "Seriously though, I want to see you get tooootally wasted!"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Maybe if you hung around more often I wouldn't need to fantasize." Lucy quipped, shifting her arm slightly so she could elbow him in the ribs. A second later her free hand pressed against the hit, as if caressing the pain away. When she was in an upbeat mood, she liked to indulge in the joke as much as he did. How could she deny a face like that?

Lucy twisted her mouth into a frown. It wasn't that long ago that he had been carrying her to her room. For fear that she might insult the undeserving roommate a little too much in her drunken Halloween state. "No no no, I totally have to keep my brain in tact. Otherwise I wouldn't have a shot in hell at keeping you from ditching me." Glancing up at him, Lucy feigned a broken hearted expression.

But look at him. Of course someone tonight was going to look his way and want to steal him.

[Rowan Booker]

"Pfft, if I hung around more? What about you, babe? You've got all these admirers you don't even know about hogging you from me. It's a wonder you had enough time for our annual celebration day," He laughed and nudged her playfully. It was all understandable, her getting all of this attention, though he didn't now what sparked it. Of course she had admirers before, but it seemed like everyone wanted her now. He wondered if she even realized it. Sure she knew about a few people he didn't, but he'd heard around about how attractive she was. Oh if only they all knew that he'd gotten to her first. It wasn't something he bragged about publically, but he was anything but ashamed of it.

Rowan wasn't about to think about the way things had gone the last time she got drunk with him. They both had been at their very douchiest and it wasn't something he wanted to repeat. At least if she got drunk, he could contain her. Besides, she could throw her insults at him all she wanted when she was drunk, that was the beauty of the bond they had. It never affected her if she ever said anything snarky because he knew she loved him. After all, why wouldn't she, right?

With a smile, he pressed his lips to her cheek because he knew it would bug her if only a little and slung his arm around her shoulders again, pulling her even closer. "Oh c'mon, Lucky. You really think I'd ditch you? Hello, why would I ditch you for anyone when you're clearly the hottest person that will be there. And I've already got you." Okay, so he was a bit possessive over his best friend when they went out clubbing, but it was only because he didn't like the idea of her going off with some random person. And ditching him.

Who was he kidding, he didn't like anyone paying attention to her that wasn't him.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy cringed at what Rowan had said. Truthfully, the last thing she wanted to think about was her apparent list of admirers. She found the means to play it off eventually, though it took a spare moment or two. "I always got time for you." She replied, the corner of her mouth tugging into a grin. It was true, and he knew that.

She cringed again when he kissed her cheek, though she didn't really mind it. She was in a good enough mood to take on what he was offering.

"Cause you're you." She replied matter-of-factly, poking a finger into his side. Honestly she knew he'd keep to her side for most of his time, but he was Rowan. Sometimes he just couldn't help himself. "Y'know your buying first, right?" Lucy asked, glancing over towards him. "We better not be going to that club you work at." Not that she really had anything against the House.

[Rowan Booker]

"You damn well better," He smiled at her. Rowan couldn't help but feel jealous of the growing list. He'd had her first and now here all of these people were just starting to realize how perfect she was. Here he'd known all along and was sure that someone was going to miraculously show up in her life and snatch her away from him. He couldn't really help himself but think that. After all, it wasn't like he had any claim over her other than being her best friend.

Rowan smiled, "That maybe true, but you're also you and something you're doing has been attracting a lot of attention, so I'm equally as worried." He ruffled her hair with a smirk and waited for the repercussions of it. After all, she was in a good mood, but he had a way about him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. And we're definitely not going to the House. I don't need to be at work when I'm not working," He shook his head, besides, he wasn't really sure he wanted to subject Lucy to that yet. Not unless he was the one dancing because again, jealousy.

When they finally arrived at the club, he flashed his ID and waited for her to tag along before they were submerged in music. "What do you want to drink first, Lucky?" He called over the music while he dragged her to the bar.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

To an extent, Lucy knew Rowan got jealous of the time she spent with others. He never out-rightly said much about it, but she knew him. Like he knew her. And he had to know that it wasn't exactly a well kept secret.

As he ruffled her hair, she instinctively straightened her fringe out again, readjusting the beanie atop her head. "How would you like it if I messed you up too?" She asked, reaching up towards his hair already, "Ain't a damn person gonna be looking at you if you look like shit, Booker." That was a lie. He could shave his head and still look like perfection.

"Thank god." Lucy shot out. She'd been to the House before - not since Rowan started working there, but that didn't matter. If any more of her friends started working there, she'd definitely be forced to make it an awkwardly frequent visit.

She flashed the guy her ID with little delay, following the boy into the club. She even wrapped a hand around his arm so she wouldn't lose him in the crowd. "If you wanna get completely fucked, we take shots. If you wanna chill out, you order anything else."

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan tilted his head towards her, "Do it, I dare you. Won't be shit if it looks like just-fucked hair. Everyone likes that look." Honestly though, Rowan was hot, who wouldn't want to pay him attention? Oh and he had an ego the size of Europe which just added to the hotness of everything. It was a wonder he didn't have people swarming him at all times in his mind.

In the crowd, he felt her wrap around his arm and he smirked. That's right, he wanted everyone to see that he was her date tonight. And that he was taken, but that wasn't necessarily anything to keep him from wandering off. Though, he supposed he had a legitimate reason not to do anything now. He had his own plans of wooing to be done, and it wasn't anyone at the club that he planned on wooing.

"Well, tonight I'm thinking I'd like to remember what happens, so we'll order you a little fruity, girly drink and I'll get a beer," Rowan grinned impishly and leaned the side of his body that wasn't in Lucy's grasp against the bar, waving the bartender over. "I'll take a Bud for myself and the lovely lady here, wants," He glanced down at her, waiting for an answer on her part.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Challenge accepted. The Australian reached up and, with both hands, she ran her fingers through his hair as they walked. She ruffled his locks around for good measure, pulling back and idly running her hands along her jeans. When she looked back, he looked bloody perfect. Her jaw dropped slightly. "Fuck you." She shot out. That was unfair bullshit.

Settling in beside him at the bar, Lucy patted his arm twice before nudging him with a shoulder and letting him go. He was some fake boyfriend, that Mister DeWitt.

"Two." She interjected, her hand idly knocking against the bar for good measure. It wasn't exactly her favourite, his order, but getting used to drinking in the States meant a little sacrifice. "No girly fruity drinks, you raging 'mo. If you want that shit, you can order it for yourself." God knows he would too, and he wouldn't care.

She raised a hand and patted his cheek; "You're a big boy now!"

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan laughed as she ruffled his hair, trying to put it in complete disarray. When she pulled back and looked at him, he could tell by the look on her face that he still looked hot. Oh so unfair. His smirk widened into a full blown smile and he nuzzled her cheek to rub it in a bit, "Told you, baby. You can't deny any of this."

He couldn't help himself but laugh again as she interjected about adding a beer and not some fru-fru drink. He glanced down at her and arched an eyebrow. He knew his girl's tastes and he knew to anyone that beer wasn't exactly 'good' but it did the trick of getting buzzed so he didn't quite mind it as much.

"Don't think I won't, Lucky. That shit's good whether you want to admit it or not," He laughed again as the bartender came back with their beers. Rowan snagged his relatively quickly and started drinking. Drinking on his birthday was half the fun. Granted it was a wonder they never got caught, but it was sissy shit, not that hardcore nasty stuff. She patted his cheek as he removed the bottle from his lips and he snorted, "I've always been a big boy." The wicked glint in his eyes suggested something extremely inappropriate, but that was just the way Rowan rolled.

"Man I'm like, legal and shit now," He mused.