For lips are the only thing that touch... (OPEN)

[Zachary LaRousse]

While the things that could shut Zac’s mouth up permanently are still out of humanity’s grasp (I doubt they’ll ever be, but we can all hope), there are a number of ways one can daze the smug teen and make him so confused that he’ll be silent, at least momentarily. Just as JD, he knows a ton. Unfortunately for Fifi though, stroking his ego isn’t one of them. If anything, Zac takes such compliments as urging to do even more. “Stick for a little while longer then,” he winked, though at his current state his head bobbed up and down along too, “Maybe then can I give you a more intimate, no-sharing performance.”

“Aww Fifi-oh-na, you’re so kind,” he grinned, his smile more goofy than seductive really, “Would you marry me?” He was about to add more, but the sudden influx of new customers (most of them screaming and giggling like crazy at that) cut him off.

His inhibitions reduced to almost nothing, Zac became extra passionate generous with his kisses. They became a bit deeper than normal, a little more intense than what he had planned earlier. And as for the five-dollar lick/kiss me offer, well, it did extremely well. Though no one was taking the ‘promo’ up at first, when someone finally had the balls (figuratively of course) to pave the road, they just kept on coming. In fact, if you ask Zac, he’d say that the kisses he got on his body far outnumber the kisses he did on people’s lips. He just hopes they won’t give him a hickey or anything.

After almost an hour or so, Zac suddenly started feeling a little too woozy, tilting from side to side as he feels like he’s slowly losing his balance. “Fi, what’s happeni–” he didn’t even get to finish his question as his eyes suddenly closed, his body suddenly dropping to the ground with a relatively loud thud.

[Fifi Hart]

Fifi chose to ignore Zac’s intoxicated professions of love, instead examining her nails with the scrutinizing eye of an expert. She needed to re-do them. The emerald green polish was starting to fade around her cuticles, a sure sign that they would soon began to chip.

She’d managed to refrain from making gagging noises as Zac whored himself out for his adoring crowd, instead striking up a fairly pleasant conversation with one of Zac’s “helpers” about how much chemistry sucked and how it should be abolished as a science and everyone should just study English--- and then Zac collapsed.

The shrieking was her first clue, seeing as she hadn’t been paying a lick of attention to Zac (lest she get jealous, but don’t tell!). “Oh ffffuuu---“ Fifi scrambled over and dropped next to Zac’s side, managing to gather him up into her lap. “Zac? Zac! HEY!” She called, shaking him slightly and gently slapping his face.

She let her hand hover over his mouth. Breathing. That’s good. She growled down at the unconscious boy in her lap, cursing fluently at him. “I didn’t give you that much you fucking lightweight.” She hissed. Fifi waved her arm emphatically at the crowd that had gathered. “Show’s over folks! Hit the road!” She shouted.


With some fidgeting and help from another student, Fifi situated Zac on the shoulders of she and the anonymous helper. “Come on. We’ll drag him back to the dorms…I’m pretty sure I know where he lives.” God forbid she’d have to drag him to her room. Following her lead, the awkward trio began the shuffling, shameful hike back to the dorm area, dodging teachers and other authority figures alike.

“I swear…” She muttered. “If I catch flack for this I’m going to murder you, Zac.”

[JD Paerson]

When Zac hadn't come chasing after him, JD was beginning to get a little worried. He had glanced around to see what was going on, even going so far as to track back toward the kissing booth. It was entirely out of character for the guy not to take immediate revenge, and whether there was something wrong with him or if he was merely plotting something bigger in the future, both were bad options for the speedster.

As he watched from a distance, Zac made an absolute fool out of himself. He was about to leave, since it seemed that he was almost back to normal, but something about the whole situation still looked a little off. If he didn't know better, he would think that Zac was high or something.

But that couldn't be right, could it?

And so he was just turning to leave as Zac swayed and toppled to the side. In an instant he was running over to see what was wrong, because despite all appearances to the contrary he actually kind of liked the guy and wanted to make sure one of his only friends at the school was still all right. He had to dodge around a bit and couldn't go at top speed, of course, so it took him a little bit to make it over to the guy.

When he got there, Fifi was sitting there checking to make sure he was all right. There was a bit of a crowd watching, but JD shouldered through to get to the center. "You heard her," he shouted. "Show's over. Back off." He shot them a glare in case they wanted to argue.

Leaning over the two on the ground, he worked to lift Zac up. Fifi looked like she wanted to help, though JD knew from past experience that he could carry the guy all on his own. Still, though, that was when Zac was still conscious, and he was a bit heavier as a dead weight, so in the end he was grateful for her help.

"What happened back there?" JD asked her, hoping she had some answers. "I didn't see anything, since I was too far off. Do you know what's wrong with him?"

As they shuffled back toward the dorms, he mentioned, "I know where his room is, don't worry. And if you get too tired, let me know, and I think I can carry him on my own."

He did manage a wry grin when she threatened Zac. "I wouldn't make such promises if I were you. There is a long list of people who want to kill this guy, and you'll have to do some fighting to get top spot. But I won't mention anything, and we can probably bully this idiot into not talking. You shouldn't get into any trouble--after all, you were just trying to help him."

He suspected that she was a little more involved than just trying to help a guy back to his room, especially with the way she seemed nervous about getting into trouble, but decided not to say anything about it. Though, of course, if she had done something to mess Zac up and it ended up causing permanent damage of any sort, it wouldn't just be the school authorities that Fifi would have to worry about.

But don't tell Zac, or he might start to think that JD actually cares.