Needs More Alcohol

[Chris Grayson]

I'm not nearly drunk enough for this."

Still, Chris was definitely closing in on being drunk enough to not give a single care in the world. he was already dancing like that, out on the floor with complete strangers. He was once again by himself, Riley too busy to join him and none of his other few friends available for him to bother. It wasn’t like he much cared anyhow, he went out by himself all the time. Usually that meant he got in far more trouble than usual since no one was there to monitor his actions. He still had enough common sense at the moment, but it wouldn’t take many more drinks before he was completely out of it.

”Might as well get more.”

With that in mind and his feet positively aching, Chris made his way through the crowd of bodies while the music thrummed in the air. It has always been relatively easy for him to acquire alcohol, especially in places that were more lax. Silverlight was counted among the few, which was partially why Chris frequented it so much to the point he knew half the employees. Although tonight he was seeing a different familiar face as he all but walked into they. As it was when he had drink in him, he was oddly more “polite’ in some sense of the word.

”Whoa hey sor-“ Chris abruptly cut off and blinked a few times as his alcohol addled brain half recognized the figure he’d bumped into. ”Wait dun I know you?” He stared for a few seconds before it dawned on him. ”Aww shit yer that girl. With the holy conscience.”

[Elizabeth Edison]

Elizabeth planned on being completely shit faced when she left her house. Sure, she could have been shit faced in the safety of her own apartment but what's the point in that? There was nobody to flirt with at home and boy did she want to flirt.

Silverlight wasn't her haunt and when she was still in Kalispell, she hadn't stepped foot into many of the bars, except for Matt's and even then, it was only to perform. So being in a club for the first time since her breakup, in a dress she thought was quite fitting for the club, Elizabeth ordered bottle service for the whole night and started dancing with everyone who cared to dance with her. Fortunately, there were plenty of people to dance with. It took some awhile to actually believe she was the Liz Edison and some were convinced she was someone else but everyone wanted to dance with her.

Until she bumped into someone whom she hadn't wanted to bump into since they last saw each other. Her initial reaction to seeing the man's face was disgust. It turned into loathing when he reminded her of why she didn't like him in the first place.

"Ugh, what a waste of a pretty face." She said under her breath before raising an eyebrow at him. "You're the fuckbag who sent a guy to a doctor. What a pair we make." She rolled her eyes.

[Chris Grayson]

"Ugh, what a waste of a pretty face.”

Chris was close enough to vaguely catch the murmur and he frowned. It was a half-pout as his brain tried to process everything through the alcohol. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as he could get, but enough that he was having trouble.

"You're the fuckbag who sent a guy to a doctor. What a pair we make.”

Chris scowled when he heard her insult him, but it soon returned to a pout. it was hard to remember the man she was talking about, but once he did there was a spark of genuine concern that flashed his face for an instant.

”Well he’s alright, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” Chris stared at her for a bit before huffing and averting his head. ”I didn’t even hit ‘em that hard.”

He was grumbling a like a peeved child, but he hardly realized it in is state. What he did notice were the number of eyes on both him and the familiar girl. He looked around curiously before staring at Elizabeth.

”You wearin’ a target or somethin’? Everyone’s kinda strain’ at you and me.” Chris decided he was not exactly happy with the idea. ”Creepy as hell. You famous or somethin’? No wait,” He said quickly, breaking her off before she could get a word in, ”You are, ’n you were keepin’ it a secret. Let me guess, you’re a,” Chris narrowed his eyes and observed her, ”Pop singer. You look like one of those.”

[Elizabeth Edison]

Rolling her eyes at the justification he was trying to dole out, Elizabeth wanted to move away from him until he pointed out the whole staring thing people were doing. She turned and saw the people waving at her. Just like that, her mood lifted and she waved back.

It dipped when he called her a pop singer. She turned back to him and raised an eyebrow. "You're so smart! Let me guess...you're a model for an ad for syphilis, right? You look like one of those."

She probably should walk away if she wanted to keep her wits about her. She was out to dance and have fun but this guy was just something else, wasn't he? What a dick!

[Chris Grayson]

"You're so smart! Let me guess...you're a model for an ad for syphilis, right? You look like one of those.”

Chris raised an eyebrow and stared at her before cracking up and shaking his head.

”Syphilis? Are you fuckin’ kiddin' me?” Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. ”You actually got desperate enough to use an STD joke. Wow. Here I thought you’d actually have a witty comeback. Don’t you have to at least have one creative bone in your body to be a singer? Or does someone else make your songs for you?”

Even though he was nearly drunk, he could see that she clearly did not like him or want to be anywhere near him. Which made him all the curiouser as to why she was still talking to her. Whatever the case, Chris was finding it entertaining.

”Am I going to get some song now? Something simply to spite me even though I’ll probably never listen to it anyways? You seem like the type to do that shit. And the type to keep standin' around someone you aren’t really fond of.” Chris gestured with his head to the people she’d waved to. ”Why dun you just run over to your fans huh? Leave my obviously ‘STD’ ridden hide behind?”

[Elizabeth Edison]

When he laughed, Elizabeth rolled her eyes before the urge to burn his eyebrows off overwhelmed her at his remark about having someone write her songs for her. "Oh my fucking God." She gave an incredulous laugh.

Then his remark about her writing a song about him got her snorting. He was not worth the effort, she knew that. She didn't have to say it. But he presented her with such a conundrum that even though she knew he was right, she wanted to prove him wrong but she didn't know how.

Judging by how he had effortlessly picked the guy up the last time, she knew that was not just his own strength. He had to be a mutant. So picking a fight with him might not be the best thing right then.

Ugh, and all she wanted to do was have a good time tonight. Her mood was now spoilt so even if she did walk away right then, she wouldn't be able to enjoy anything. "You're a hoot at parties aren't you." She rolled her eyes and started to walk away. Since there was just no way she could win in this verbal beatdown, she might as well cut her losses. Go home, get drunk and forget she ever met this asshole.

Yes, that was what she would do.

[Chris Grayson]

"Oh my fucking God.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that her laughter wasn’t a happy one. Chris smirked anyways, seeing that he was clearly getting under her skin. In a sadistic twist he was enjoying it, even if he was practically drunk at the moment. When she didn’t make a comeback to his point, a grin grew on his face. He’d clearly won by the statement, especially judging from the sour look on her face.

"You're a hoot at parties aren't you.”

Chris snickered and shook his head, watching her walk away. In his eyes that was definitely the sign of surrender.

”Oh just the greatest! I actually stay for them instead of runnin' away.”

Chris felt in a far better mood than he’d started the night out with. He knew most would label the exchange as rude and cruel, but he hardly cared. In his own eyes it was fun banter, which obviously the girl couldn’t handle. Snickering, Chris went back to what he originally set out to do.

”Too easy.”