It was wild. Not only the loud bass and pounding beat from that wonderfully-mixed song that was playing throughout the entire club, but just seeing Ash and Ghost again. Adielle, all secret agendas aside, was genuinely happy to see both of those two again. Too much time had gone by since she last see them - well, at least when it came to a face-to-face appearance. Technically-speaking, Adielle saw Ash earlier in the evening when she saw her leave her house, and get into that car that led her and Jackson to this club. However, since that really didn’t count, seeing Ash with Ghost, or Alex as Ash called him, on that dance floor would be the first time since five years ago. Talk about a time gap, huh?
Minutes passed with Ash expressing her surprise - albeit a bit blunt - at Adielle being in front of her. Apparently she didn’t expect the blonde to be standing in front of her.
Funny, I didn’t expect you to be grinding against Alex’s cock, but here we are, that’s what she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. One, the volume of the music playing would make her voice seem like muted noise; and two, Adielle couldn’t bring herself to say that ...in front of Ghost, that is. Speaking of which, the genius actually had a good idea. Since the club was way too loud for a decent conversation to be had, not to mention the health of their vocal cords, were being taken into consideration.
The three of them soon navigated through the masses that were enjoying the music and the booze in their systems. Adielle couldn’t help but feel that maybe they were enjoying themselves a bit
too much, but that wasn’t her business. It wouldn’t be on her mind for much longer as Ash would bring up the wonderful suggestion of sneaking off with a few bottles of booze.
“Never change.” Adielle said simply to Ash, smiling widely.
Adielle kept that smile as she would sneak away three bottles of the top-shelf liquor while Ash made nice with the bartender. Ah, it felt like old times indeed. Ash would tell Adi what to steal, mainly booze or something of the like, and she would do with ease. If one really thought about it — which Adielle did on occasion — Adielle being so proficient at stealing items of the adult beverage variety wasn’t necessarily good thing. Hell, if it was anyone else, they would say no; or at the very least not do it so willingly. Alas, Adielle Hart wasn’t just “anyone”. She was someone who got a thrill of stealing. She never knew when she would get caught. Call her a daredevil, call her reckless, call her the female version of Jackson Drake — it doesn’t matter. All that does is Adielle’s love for the act.
And like that, the three of them were well on their way to the exit. Being so high up on the floor, the obvious choice was to hitch a ride on the elevator. The journey there wouldn’t be that easy. It wasn’t subtle that Ghost was hiding something in his coat. Even if there were people to pass them by that would ask what he was hiding, Ash would gracefully - well, not really on account of her increasingly drunken state - steer them off. Even if she didn’t, Adi’s lack of clothing would distract the people who would inquire about Ghost’s coat situation enough to allow them passage to the elevators. At least the hard part was over. All they needed to do was survive an elevator ride. Lucky for Ghost, he was between two lovely ladies. One of them was in a state where she would make out with any guy that would come along, and then there was Ash, who was drunk enough to do the same exact thing.
Floor after floor, Adielle began to grow bored. People would come and go, but they wouldn’t make conversation with the three of them. However, after one pair of people entered, everyone just about lost it. There came an older woman, probably close to her sixties, and a man who seemed to be early to mid-40s at the oldest. It was pretty obvious that they had just got done fucking. It wasn’t even subtle. Her hair was ruffled to the point of a good fucking and his pants were still partially unzipped. A comment came from Ash in reference to the older woman’s unbuttoned blouse, to which she spewed some profanities to Ash. When their stop came, they left, and laughter ensued.
“I bet he got a mouthful of some ashy coochie.” Adielle commented, laughing still. Her laugh was a bit loud, squeaky too.
The laughter died after a minute or so. A few more, and the stop to the lobby came. They exited the elevator, and entered the lobby. Running excitingly they did. The loudest of them was Ash. Her heels were proof of that. When they got out of the club, they all ran to across the street to a nearby park where Ash led Ghost and Adielle to a bench. Adielle had sat down. She noticed that Ash was about to do the same thing, but Ghost had to leave. “Well that sucks.” Adielle said kind of sighing. She actually liked Ghost despite his semi-hatred that he had for her brother.
As Adielle sat, stretched her legs(not to mention slightly shivering due to her wearing nothing but her midriff), she couldn’t help but notice that Ash and Ghost were having a more-than-friend moment with that longer-than-five-seconds embrace. If she wasn’t mistaken, Adielle could have sworn that the hug lasted for almost a minute. Talk about eyebrow-raising.
Ghost left and Ash took a seat next to Adielle. The latter noticed how Ash was indulging quite the bit in alcohol. Maybe it was a bit too much, but perhaps tonight was a special occasion. Ash Hawthorne was dressed up quite fancy. The Ash that Adielle remembered never was like that. Then again, five years was a long time for someone to change their ways. It’s not like Adielle was one to talk since she hasn’t really changed much in the half of a decade that passed.
As Ash spoke to her, Adielle laughed. She didn’t respond to that with verbal rhetoric. She just let her laugh fade, letting Ash speak more — which she did, seemingly enjoying this night as she, based on her words, hadn’t done it in so long.
Adielle adjusted herself on the bench, scooting more out on the bench, crossing her left leg over her right one, holding the bottle of whiskey in one hand as she joined Ash in taking a nice swig of it.
As Ash spoke, Adielle couldn’t help but notice that big rock on Ash’s finger. Her eyes widened, but then her mind went to a thought or two: was she engaged or was that just some fancy jewelry she suddenly had a craving for? No, that stone looked like a really expensive one. So, it had to have been a gift. If so, then what kind of gift? Family heirloom? Engagement ring? Well, that last one rung with Adielle in the way that it made the most sense. Next question would be who was she engaged to? That guy from earlier?
Made sense. “Sometimes. I mean, a lot of shit happened to where I wish I could take it back, but why do you--” Suddenly Adielle heard the crash of the whiskey meet the hard ground. She looked over to Ash. The poor gal had passed out. Her eyes were closed, arms and legs like dead weight. “Well shit.” Adi said. She was alone with Ash in a park at night. Obviously nothing could go wrong, right?
As he sat in the car just thinking about everything, Jackson found himself thinking back to the time earlier at Ash’s house(or at least what he thought was her house at the time). He thought back to how he was making a fool of himself this whole time.
Five years he wasted fucking around with Adielle, five years he spent trying to give his birth parents a chance to be in his life again, and five years he spent dating outside of his usual. To think that Jackson, surprisingly, had a short relationship with the Queen Bee herself, Hana Park. Brief as it was, it made Jackson really consider what he was doing with his life. He realized that he was wasting too much time with all of these floozies. Sure they were great, but not one of them held a candle to Ash. As much as he tried, he could never get over her. No, that’s not quite right. It wasn’t that Jackson couldn’t get over Ash, but more like he
wouldn’t] get over her. In his mind, she was the one for him. Only, of course, he was too late.
Jackson hit the backseat he laid in. Hard. - and not to mention a few times. He screamed. He roared. He cried angrily. Jackson let all of his frustrations out. He let the backseat know who was boss. He let it know all of the rage and sorrow he felt for this shitty situation. Seeing her with Ghost cemented that he was a day too late. “Why couldn’t I have just arrived yesterday? I might have been able to been there, but..” Jackson suddenly heard his phone go off, the
ringtone going off for about ten seconds until he picked up. Before he could say anything, he heard..
“Listen, don’t say anything. It’ll be hard to explain — just get to the park across the street. I’m on a bench not far from the exit directly across the club. We have a situation.” And like that Adielle had hung up, leaving Jackson confused. He didn’t know what to think. He would have to find out what Adielle was involved in now. So, he propped up, exited the Ford Fusion, and ran across the street as fast as he could.
For a guy who was as fit as Jackson was, it wouldn’t take him that long to get to the park, even less time to get to the bench where Adielle was. He saw her immediately in the darkness. Her blonde hair and pink top stuck out like a sore thumb. Next to her, he saw someone in a red dress. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realized who it was.
“Ash!” JAckson rushed over, seeing Adielle casually drinking some whiskey, legs crossed. She waved to him.
“Finally! You made it.” “What happened!?” “Oh you know our Ash. When she drinks too much than she can handle, she’s out like a light.” Jackson knew there was a lot of truth to that. For as long as he could remember, his darling Ash, the Mother Wolf of the Grey Team, was able to handle her liquor, but after a certain amount, she would be out on her ass sooner than Adielle almost was on his first encounter with her. Still, that didn’t quell his worries.
“What about Ghost?” Adielle looked at Jackson, sighing slightly.
“He had to leave, that fucker.” she took another sip of the whiskey.
“Wonderful.” Jackson was happy about that. Without Ghost around, maybe - just maybe - there could be a chance. “
Oh shit.” “What?” “Nothing.” “If you say so.” Adi went back to her whiskey, it almost being to the halfway point. That worried Jackson. It definitely meant he was driving. There was no question about that. If they were going to survive the night, Jackson would have to drive, but that would take a backseat to getting Ash into the car safe and sound.
“Let’s get her to the car.” “Good idea!” Adi propped up, only if staggering a bit.
“Okay, how about I get her to the car, and you just try not to fall down?” “An even better idea.” With that, Adielle started walking.
Jackson was trying to figure out how exactly he was going to carry Ash. He couldn’t do it over his shoulder. First, that wouldn’t look right to the people that would see this guy carry a woman over his shoulder in a red dress especially if people thought he was kidnapping her or something like that. Holding her up by her arm and walking her wasn’t an option either because she was out like a light, so that would do more harm than good. The only thing that would work was for Jackson to carry her in his arms like newlywed couples do after they get married. Oh boy, that brought hopeful dreams for Jackson.
“Stay focused.” he said. Jackson shook his head, and started to cup Ash into his arms. She was a lot heavier than he remembered her to be. Maybe it was her beefy form. She had always been a lot more muscular than most women that were her age. Added to that, the dress wasn’t making it easier…God that dress
Stay focused you fucker. Jackson had to literally peel his eyes away from the dress that she was wearing, but he couldn’t. As much as he could, this was the closest that he had gotten to Ash in five years. He missed being this close to her. He missed looking at how her dark locks always complimented her motherly aura. He missed looking at her porcelain-white skin that seemed to be perfect for the way her body was. Oh god, that body. Holding her like this just reminded how much Jackson missed that body. While they never had sex, he saw plenty of her body during the Camp Liberty events. She had the most astounding body that he had ever seen; not even Adielle had that kind of body. The way her curves were admirable without being too much. But above all, it was her scent. Jackson missed smelling the original allure that drew him to her in the first place - well, aside from how she was the best girl/woman he had ever known.
Looking at her, Jackson realized how much in love with her he was. And that’s when he started walking with a smile on his face and the brightest gleam in his eyes that it lit the way for him to the car. When he crossed the street, there were looks given to Jackson but nothing that was too alarming. SOme people whistled, but again it was nothing too serious. Jackson didn’t really pay them any mind, anyways. He was too focused on not dropping Ash and her surprisingly heavy self. Surprise was that he actually made it to the car without dropping her.
Adielle had beat them by a few steps. She had already opened the door. He put Ash in the back seat, making sure to not hit her head on the car. He buckled her in the backseat that was directly behind the driver’s seat. When he had closed the door, he wiped his forehead. It definitely was a close one, that’s for sure.
Jackson looked over to Adi, noticing she wasn’t really fully aware of where she was.
“Hey, let me call you a cab.” Jackson offered.
“No way, I can drive!” She said. She wasn’t even facing him. She was facing the direction of the dark alleyway.
“Adi over here.” “Oh hey, how’d you get over there!?” Adi was legitimately surprised seeing Jackson across her way.
“I’ll call a cab now.” And so he did. Phoning the taxi service, Jackson explained where he would need the cab to be at. He expressed haste was encouraged. Once he explained the situation, they understood. When he hung up the call, he simply waited for the taxi to arrive. Fifteen minutes later and a lot of idle chatter, the taxi rolled up. Jackson told the taxi to take Adi to her hotel room, and thus she was off, if not without a few inaudible words spewed towards JAckson. He simply waved goodbye to his friend.
Jackson looked to the Ford FOcus. More to the point, he was looking at Ash. There was a smile on his face. It was still too surreal. After all of this time that he spent without Ash, dreams of this moment happening occurred every night he went to sleep. He just couldn’t believe that she was there in the
Adi’s his car.
Shaking his head, he brought himself back to reality.
“Right. Time to go!” Jackson said. He got into the driver’s seat, turned it on, and took to the road. He took a U-turn, and was heading straight to his place. Whatever would become of this night, one thing was clear: Ash would stay the night at Jackson’s apartment. Oh happy day!
