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[color=6174ff][b]Joy[/b][/color] & [color=309b75][b]Damian[/b][/color] ft. [color=b57f13][b]Henry[/b][/color][/sub][/color][/center]

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[indent]Despite having returned to the bar, Henry was distracted. This time, he had an excuse! At least, he felt it to be a good enough excuse. He was busy being a consultant, for Damian. The leader of the Elite had found his way over to the bar (finally.), and he and Henry were bullshitting. Sure, there was other shit going on around them, but Min-seo was handling it. Truth be told, Henry was high and a little buzzed and not exactly paying attention to the world around him — Ducky included.

Damian, Henry was realizing, wasn’t [i]actually[/i] that good with chicks. At least, not in this situation. See, Damian was hot as fuck. Even Henry knew that. Damian had that strong jaw, that perfectly tended beard, huge biceps, toned stomach, bright eyes, and a smile that could kill. He was hot.

But this was… a blessing and a curse. Damian could bag any chick he wanted on any given night, but Henry didn’t know [i]how[/i] the big dog planned to bag a wee sex kitten for the night. All the good ones (Brynn, Lauren, Trixie, Selena, Cassie, Ophelia, Xixi, Shauna[fuck Shauna], Roz, and a few others Henry couldn’t remember) were all taken, off limits, or gay. In some cases, a crazy combination of the three. There was some mention of a French girl, who was drinking something Min-seo had made her, but Damian had just let her walk away.

The dude had no chance.

What Damian didn’t realize, but Henry did, from boundless experience, was the secret to sleeping with girls at parties. Look, Damian didn’t have much options — so he’d have to pick one of the [i]innocent[/i] ones. It’s a [i]very, very[/i] delicate process, but Henry was confident Damian wouldn’t fuck it up.

See, innocent girls are just a wee bit different than the girl Damian was [i]used[/i] to sleeping with. Innocent girls weren’t like the [i]usual[/i] suspects that Damian had. With the less attuned to the whole ‘party like the world is ending’ vibe kinda chicks, you had to cheat a little. You couldn’t just skirt by on being hot as fuck, because, well… honestly? The innocent girls either didn’t care or didn’t notice. You had to cheat.

Not everyone, Henry had learned a long time ago, could be quite as smooth as Shauna, as far as picking up younger girls goes (admirable, but still, fuck Shauna), so Henry had learned to cheat. How do you cheat in this situation? Easy. Copious amounts of drugs and alcohol. It’s easy fucking peasy to unlock the untouched, unchecked, unrestrained [i]fun[/i] side of an innocent girl (which they all have) with the help of good friends, such as Sprinkles and Captain Morgan.

[color=b57f13][b]“Now, I’mma help you out, big dog. I’mma help you out, because I don’t want you to be shown up by the big red machine retiring with the sexy red vixen he done did find himself while you go to bed with no one because you’ve sworn off Candy — good choice by the way. I’mma help you out by giving you my old man’s cheat codes. Now, this is from a song, but check it out.”[/b][/color] In front of him, Henry had a large plastic jug, which may at one time have housed grape juice (it had), but was now perfectly washed clean. Still smelled good, though! Additionally, he had a bottle of 151 rum, pineapple juice, and coconut rum. [color=b57f13][b]“But you gotta realize, this is a dangerous tool, dude. Two cups. Two cups will get any girl out of her clothes. You shouldn’t need more than two. She’s gonna be fucked, you do more than two. Specially if you pick a lightweight — which you just fucking might, so have some caution. Don’t want her puking on your dick when she goes for the nose on the stomach. Check it.”[/b][/color] Henry spun the lid open and placed it on the ground.

[color=309b75][b]“Two cups. Right. Why are we doing this again?”[/b][/color]

[color=b57f13][b]“Because all your go to girls are busy, and I don’t wanna be the consultant who watches the man he’s consulting go to bed alone.”[/b][/color]

[color=309b75][b]“...right.”[/b][/color] Damian made a face. Henry was basically attacking his character, but whatever. So far, nothing Henry had done had been wrong, so why would this be any different?

[color=b57f13][b]“Check it. Half a bottle of 151.”[/b][/color] Henry spoke, dumping the Bacardi into the grape juice jug. Then he sat the bottle down, picking up the Malibu rum. [color=b57f13][b]“Then, one cup of this stuff.”[/b][/color] Henry poured it in with reckless abandon, stopping after a few seconds. [color=b57f13][b]“Then fill the rest of this bitch up with pineapple juice.”[/b][/color] Henry poured and poured until the gallon jug was filled to the grim with liquor and pineapple juice. He spun the cap back on and shook it vigorously.

[color=b57f13][b]“NOW REMEMBER. This has got one defect. She gonna be wakin’ up like ‘yo, what happened?’ Use responsibly. No more than TWO cups.”[/b][/color] With that, Henry thrust the bottle over, along with an empty cup. [color=b57f13][b]“Remember. You’re El Capitan. You’re El Capitan with a bottle of goddamn cheat codes, so you best be fuckin’ someone tonight.”[/b][/color]

[color=309b75][b]“Aye, aye, captain.”[/b][/color] Damian took the bottle, and turned to walk away, when his radio buzzed.

[color=a52521][b]“Damian. Joy’s here…”[/b][/color] As the king walked away, Henry hopped the bar, realizing there was a rather large crowd gathered at the door…[/indent]
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[indent]Dude, leave it to those assholes to ruin a good night. Now, Henry had known damn well they’d show up — but he didn’t expect them to show up and be fuckers. Okay, that wasn’t true. He just hadn’t expected them to be that much of fuckers, really? Now, as Henry stood idly by while the HOT girls and the bitch brigade stumbled inside (minus one Hailey, he noted), [i]then[/i] watched Owen start to walk off, he questioned if this whole thing was even worth the effort.

One of the girls walked past him and over to Damian, and Henry sighed. It looked like it fell, unfortunately, to him, to handle Owen. [/indent][/hider]
[indent]As Joy Darling, one of the nerdiest girls Beverly Hills High had to offer, strolled into the party, making her way to the host, her childhood friend, who requested her to come see him first thing, she observed her surroundings and replayed her Mitty’s words from the car ride in her head. 

[b][color=dc143c][i]You told me yourself, you wanted to be noticed. But not because you want to climb.[/i][/color][/b] 

Yeah, not for the hierarchy. Not for a guy. Not for anyone, but herself. To prove a point. Out of all these students that played this [i]stupid[/i] power game, it was her, who would end up being their boss. Hailey Green didn’t scare her either and perhaps that was her uncle’s unyielding confidence burning inside her, but it didn’t take a genius to see Hailey for what she was worth.  

All Joy had to do was make little changes in appearance and have her breast sticking out to be ‘seen’. All Lucky had to do was kick desks down to the ground to be ‘seen’.  And yet, the game was no longer about appearances - now, was it?  The game most of the students were playing was child’s play. Joy could see it right now: the set up, the pawns, and the consequences. 

[b][color=dc143c][i]But because you want to. Show them what my Joy can do and--[/i][/color][/b] 

Did she mind that Damian wanted her to come and play? No, not really. That just meant her controlled experiment had a positive...observation.  Plus, his and her brother’s involvement in this popular kid mess wasn’t necessarily something she was for. They were better than this. Call it a distraction or her wanting to rekindle her friendship with her god brother. Joy had a mission for the night.    

[b][color=dc143c][i]--Allow yourself to be reckless.[/i][/color][/b]

A smirk fell on her face when she saw that boy she once knew like the palm of her hand, with bone structure fine and perfectly symmetrical, and a face that caused all the girls to swoon. Well, most of the girls. As she approached him, the alcohol having definitely hit her, she took off her jean jacket, revealing her cute, thin tank and pink skirt, and without a damn care in the world, dropped it on the nearby chair’s arm. 

Did she know what went over her? No, not really. But she was having [i]fun[/i]. Locking her gaze with his, she motioned him to come closer to her, [color=6174ff][b]“Teach me how to do a tequila shot, I’ve always wanted to try that.”[/b][/color] 

Look, telling the Candies and the HOT girls that they couldn’t come had been pretty… well, opposite of what Damian’s intentions were. He wasn’t looking to split things harder, or be at the ‘top of the ladder.’ In fact, Damian wanted to just make everyone be friends with everyone. He was simple, in that way.

In the end, he’d agreed to it though. Henry had said simply that he wouldn’t work with them if Hailey wasn’t uninvited. So he’d done it. Sure, it might not work, but it wasn’t like it would blow up in his face or anything! However, once he’d seen Joy, his choice had been clear: Fuck the cute redhead.

Damian was a little buzzed, or he would have never thought of her in such a way. But he couldn’t help himself! It was the alcohol. Once he’d seen her, he’d let them all in, and Owen had freaked out and left or something… but he’d got his prize! In the form of a tiny red headed girl... 

Once Joy had walked in, Damian had just been standing there with that jug of alcohol juice that Henry had made him… which she didn’t want. [color=309b75][b]“Uh, yeah! Sure. Follow me,”[/b][/color] he said, before extending a hand to her. 

[color=6174ff][b]“Aw, Ace, you’re such a gentleman.”[/b][/color] Joy teased, using her dad’s nickname for him - something she called him too when they were small. With no hesitation, she took his hand and glanced up at him with a wide grin. In his favor, she was in a good mood. 

Subconsciously, her hand tightened while she looked around at all the drunk teens. It was like they were kids again when they had to walk through the masses, at immense NFL events. This would be the first big party, outside of a Snyder party, that she’s been to. Only a handful of people she considered family, the rest she could care less about. [color=6174ff][b]“... How’s things? At school and at home, I mean.”[/b][/color] Might as well catch up as they walked. 

[color=309b75][b]“Uh, things are good. Football is going great, still haven’t lost. So that’s great…”[/b][/color] Damian smiled at her, holding her hand and guiding her toward the bar. [color=309b75][b]“What about you? I guess we haven’t talked in a long time, huh? You’re the first person to call me that other than Ender in like, years.”[/b][/color] To be honest? He’d mostly grown out of it, but had allowed Ender to use it without complaint.

[color=6174ff][b]“I’ve just been working on projects and babysitting the Lil’ Boss. But that’s not party talk!”[/b][/color] Joy was not in the mood to talk about her thoughts… he wouldn’t be interested in any of that anyways. He was the leader of the Elite, why would he? [color=6174ff][b]“And yeah, it’s been awhile.”[/b][/color] If she didn’t have alcohol in her system, this conversation would feel really awkward. 

Once they arrived at the bar, Damian frowned when he saw that Henry was (once again) missing in action. He leaned over the bar himself, and withdrew a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses himself, pouring each of them. [color=309b75][b]“We can do these, but then I want you to try this, okay?”[/b][/color] Damian asked, pointing at the jug.

Cheat codes, man.

[color=6174ff][b]“What’s in it?”[/b][/color] Joy raised an eyebrow at the offer of a mysterious drink. 

Damian thought about how to answer. Should he be truthful, and tell her that it was 90% alcohol, and 10% pineapple juice? Or should he just let her drink it? What would Henry do? ...Damian knew what Henry would do. [color=309b75][b]“It’s juice. It’s got a bit of alcohol in it, but I just wanna know if it’s as fruity as I want it to be.”[/b][/color] There. Damian knew damn well that it was more fruity tasting than the wonderful burn of alcohol, but hey. It was a tiny white lie. It wasn’t like this would blow up in his face!

Mother said never accept drinks from strangers, but Damian wasn’t a stranger and he wasn’t the type to harm her - right? Mitty did say to take risks and it was [i]just a drink[/i]. What could it possibly do to her? The rational brain went out the window the moment Joy walked in those doors. [color=6174ff][b]“Sure, why not. But first, teach me.”[/b][/color] Joy already knew what a tequila shot required. Lemon, salt, saliva, and a shot of tequila. She grabbed the necessities, pushed ‘em on the bar in front of him, and gave him a challenging stare. Did she really not know how to do this or was this a test? 

It didn’t matter if it was a test or not, not to Damian. To him, this was just a chance to drink with a cute girl; so, without responding to her words, he grabbed the bottle and popped the cork, pouring the two shots. [color=309b75][b]“I’ll just show you.”[/b][/color] He explained, taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. He licked the back of her hand, before sprinkling a little bit of salt on it. Then, he grabbed the lime and held it up to her lips. [color=309b75][b]“Open.”[/b][/color]

Her parents warned her about the drugs, the concept of ‘stranger danger’, and the monsters in her closet, but never the ones with warm, brown eyes and a welcoming smile. A familiar feeling and a friend. Joy carefully watched Damian as he demonstrated for her how to properly do a tequila shot. His expression was pleasant and there was a soft glimmer in his lucid eyes. Truth be told, it’s been a while since she’s seen him this close. Once she felt the lime glide against her plump lips, Joy did what he said and opened wide.

Once the lime was securely held between Joy’s lips, Damian smiled, the one that usually sealed the deal for him (did he even need cheat codes?), before winking at her. Then, Damian grabbed the shot and took her hand again, and licked the salt, before he took the shot, and immediately closed the gap between the two of them, pressing his lips against hers and using his tongue to accomplish two actions: squeeze some of the lime juice out, and lip against her lips. Watermelon flavored. Nice.

In this moment, Joy had no idea what was going on, but she followed his lead. Did she have enough alcohol in her for this? The sourness of the lime slipped down her throat and she could feel his lips on hers. This was not the tequila shot her Mitty told her about. Joy was a combination of confused and willing. Willing to learn. Nothing about this was innocent. It felt hot, fiery… even slightly demanding. Maybe it was the way he looked at her or maybe it was how close they felt right here, right now. Whatever it was, Joy did not understand it - at all. How long do they do this? Although they were sorta kissing, Joy’s mind was thinking about the next step and if this part was supposed to be this long. 

It wasn’t supposed to be that long.

But Damian was enjoying himself, and a king gets what he wants. After he finally pulled away from her, his lips curled up again, but this time they wound up in more of a smirk. Damian licked his lips, flecked with her lipstick, and spoke to her: [color=309b75][b]“Your turn.”[/b][/color]

Okay. Now she had to do everything he just did. Yeah, she could do this. It was like science class but more physical. The shot was already made so that checked off the first step. Nodding to herself as she replayed the scene in her head, she grabbed his large hand in her smaller ones and she put her lips on the back of his hand, under the index finger, sucking and licking at it. Her eyes scanned around her to see people watching them. Her cheeks flared. This wasn’t THAT interesting, was it? Well, you are sucking the hand of ‘El Jefe’. 

The reality as vague as it was in her head, was slowly creeping in her mind. Releasing his hand from her lips, saliva trailing with her, she grabbed the salt and sprinkled some on the wet surface that was his hand. Then came the fun part where she could imitate him with the lime. With the fruit in her hand, she pressed it against his lips, stepping on her tiptoes so she could reach.

[color=6174ff][b]“Open.”[/b][/color] She beamed.

Shockingly, Damian did as requested without much fight, opening his mouth for her to slip the piece of fruit in to his mouth, but as she tipped her head back to down the shot, Damian reached up to the slice of lime and turned it into his mouth, squeezing the juice into his mouth, and when she looked back at him, the slice was gone, spat off to the side. Then, Damian put his hand on the back of her head and kissed her again, this time letting the lime juice fall from his mouth into hers. Easy peasy.

O-Oh. This was not like the first demonstration. Part of her didn’t want it to stop and the other part of her was telling her this was no longer a teaching session. To give into this unknown desire or--? With a little nudge, Joy tried to push Damian back, turning her lips away from him, as she collected her thoughts, [color=6174ff][b]“W-we should go play games.”[/b][/color] Her blush seared through her cheeks and Joy thought her head was on fire. [i]Everyone was watching them[/i]. 

Well, at least Damian knew he was winning, buuuut. Maybe he did need those cheat codes. [color=309b75][b]“Uh, yeah. Sure. Let’s go play games, but first this.”[/b][/color] Damian said, reaching to the jug he’d gotten from Henry, and pouring her a large cup of it, handing it over.

[color=6174ff][b]“Oh yeah, the juice.”[/b][/color] Joy did tell him she’d drink some, didn't she? She grabbed the cup that was kind of big for her, and took a sip, [color=6174ff][b]“Oh wow, that’s really good.”[/b][/color] Mmm, it was so fruity. Just like he said.  

Tonight was going to be a good night. [/indent]