Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Life Goes On ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Phoenix2185- hey ya’ll. I knew I couldn’t leave ya’s hangin’, so I decided I would write a bit of a sequel. Whether or not it turns out is another story. If you haven’t read ‘That’s Life’ yet, then I suggest that you get your ass in gear and go read it first or you will not understand this one.  Anyway, here we go.   Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters that are from BeyBlade. Alicia belongs to herself, Toni belongs to Bed ‘N’ Breakfast, and Leah belongs to Nala17. I also do not own any of the songs. I do however own Riley, Elair, Sarwin, Vevay, Napea, Yvonne, Valeska and Keir. This is going to be the only disclaimer I’m going to do, unless a new character is introduced.   Emphasis/song lyrics “Talking” ‘Thoughts’ or ‘quotes’ (Added point, still in characters’ POV.) (AN: authors note.)     Life Goes On.   Chapter 1   I yawned as I rolled over and looked lazily at the alarm clock on the night stand next to my messy bed. I let out groan, turning onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. It was 8:01pm; time to get ready for work. I blinked at the off-white, almost pink ceiling a few times, trying to wake up. When I had woken up enough to think properly, I gazed around the cramped little room. The double sized bed that I was currently lying on was against the wall farthest from the door, and had my deep red duvet half on and half on the floor. To the left side, was the oak nightstand that was cluttered with an assortment of things including the alarm clock, a lamp, a book on the business world, a half empty glass of water, and a folded letter that I had received last week. On the opposite side of the bed was my dresser that held my lovely arrangement of clothing, most of which were thrown on top, instead on in the drawers. Poking up from under the clothes was a picture of me and my boyfriend of 3 years. All in all, the one bedroom in the one-bedroom-apartment was… small. Hauling my legs out over the edge, I placed my feet in the cushiony black carpet, and suppressed a shiver as the duvet slid away from me, revealing that it wasn’t the warmest of evenings. That’s right, evenings. My friends call me a night owl; sleeping during the day, and working at night. But it’s a job, and having the money defiantly doesn’t hurt. Standing up, I stretched and let not out an animated yawn. Walking over to the dresser, I pushed the sleeve to my nightshirt up, as it had fallen dangerously low, and picked out what I was to wear tonight at the rowdy club. Weeknights I serve the bar at a club called ‘Nyx’ (AN: that’s Greek for ‘of the night’), in the center of downtown Kyoto. I had moved last year when my boyfriend had been going back and forth on business. I still wasn’t in the same vicinity as him, but at least it was closer. The club was pretty popular, being located in the center and all. It was located in the abandoned basement of a large old abandoned department store. It held about 500 clubbers, with just enough room to dance. On crowded nights, there would be almost 600; until my boss, Vevay would kick them out. Along the whole back wall was the bar that sold almost everything. On the far right side when entering was reserved for tables and booths. The rest of the floor was dedicated to dancing. With the best DJ around, strobe lights, and a complete bar, the Nyx was indeed a hot spot. Looking at what I had to choose from, I grabbed a pair of form fitting low rider jeans and pulled them on, and put a black wrap with beads hanging from it around my waist. Finally making up my mind, I grabbed for my favorite shirt. It was comfortable for bartending, and didn’t hinder movement when I decided that it was my turn to dance. (AN: for all of you peeps who’ve watched the movie Honey, it’s like the shirt that she wears when she’s practicing. The blue one that she flips over her head and it covers just her arms and chest… if that’ll help. Oh! Aaaaand, I would like to point out that if anyone is reading this and a story called ‘Just me, my friends, and guys’ (if your not reading it, go read it) Alicia will be using that shirt. She if not copying me. if anything you could say that I’m copying her. Lol she told me what she was going to do and stupid me forgot. Anyway, not that I got that outta he way…). It was an onyx color with a powder blue stripe going down each side. When you put it on, it looked like a normal, form fitting shirt; but when you pull part of the front up over your head, it shows off your midriff and actually makes movement easier. I changed it to this way, before pulling on a pair of socks and my grey and black sneakers. Deserting the bedroom, I strode out to the kitchen/dining room and opened the fridge. Peering in for something to eat, I spotted last nights leftovers, which consisted of a bowl of rice. Grabbing the bowl in one hand, I reached for the frying pan with the other. Setting the pan down on the stove, I dumped the rice in and turned on the burner before straining to seize the Soya sauce and beef flavoring. Pouring some into the pan, I gave it a quick stir before heading to the bathroom to deal with my morning hair problem. Upon seeing the state my hair was in, I almost screamed. For the first time in my life, I think I’ll curse my laziness. I had had a shower this morning when I had gotten home from work, and had been too tired to dry and do anything with it, so my bangs were sticking up in every-which-way, while the rest of my chestnut streaked red hair was about at frizzy as frizzy could come. Letting out a cry that sounded vaguely like a pup whining, I rushed over to the vanity and turned the water on. Sticking my head under the faucet, I yelped in surprise when I realized that I had turned on the cold water, not the hot. Flinging my hand the knob, I turned the hot on, and turned the cold down a little. When my hair was relatively all wet, I turned the water off, and fumbled for a towel. Finding one, I wrapped it around my hair, turned my head upside-down, and vigorously rubbed my dripping hair into the now damp towel. When it was to my satisfaction, I flipped my head back right and combed my bangs out right. I twisted the rest of my mid-back length hair into bun on the back of my head and stuck two chopsticks in to keep it there. I picked the facecloth up, soaked it, and washed my face. I hurriedly grabbed my eyeliner and outlined my steal grey eyes before applying a little mascara and some silver eye shadow. I was about to put the makeup away, when I smelt something. It smelt like something was burning… “Shit! The rice!” I bellowed as I realized that I had forgotten it on the stove. Racing out, I turned the burner off and tried to stir my food the best I could with most of it stuck to the bottom. Problem one, I had left it on too long. Problem two, I hadn’t put any oil in the pan first. Yup, this was going to be an interesting night.       Nyx     Walking in the back doors for the employees, I was greeted with a blast of music, lights, and heat. The only down side about clubs is that they get exceedingly hot. Of course, for some, that was a ‘good’ thing. I hung my coat that I had reluctantly worn on the coat hook before opening the door that lead to the bar. A light cheer rang out from some of the regulars when they saw me walk out. It’s always good to get a job where you’re loved I always say. “Hey Riley. You’re 5 minutes late. Stop standing around and start helpin’ ya little twerp,” greeted one of my fellow colleagues and best friend, Keir. When I had first moved here, I had been seriously lonely without all my friends. Of course, I hadn’t seen Leah for a while now. The year after we all graduated, my brother had proposed to her! Can you believe it? I had been shocked out of my mind when Tala had first told me he was planning on popping the question; so much in fact that my fist reaction was to slap him, which in turn shocked him. I’m tellin’ ya, it was one big shock fest. So they had gotten married and moved over to somewhere in England. But what good moment comes without its bad? About two months after, there was a car accident. Elair and Sarwin had been driving home from a day at the mall that she had drug him too. Elair was driving because Sarwin was complaining about being tired and collage the next week or something, when they were struck on the drivers’ side. They said that she had died on impact; that she didn’t suffer. Sarwin suffered a broken arm and a mild concussion. He missed collage the next week. I think he still blames himself for making Elair drive. Johnny had gone into shock when he had found out. Before we had graduated, he had gotten over his crush on her, but he still cared for her. Her death dealt a hard blow to him, it did to all of us; but it hit him hardest. He didn’t start coming around to us until about a month after. I had sat down with him when no one else was around. He had finally opened up and let his grief out, we both did. We had sat there crying, the both of us. Now, he’s gotten himself a girlfriend, a girl by the name of Yvonne, and has a job somewhere. He usually doesn’t keep a job for too long because of his quick mouth and laid back attitude. Rei and Mariah had also gotten hitched. Surprise, surprise. They’re still living in Bakuton and the last I hear, their expecting their first child. It seems like just yesterday that we were all still in school. I guess time really does fly. And from what I hear, Toni and Tyson are still seeing each other, but I haven’t talk to them in a while.  Alicia, good ‘ol Alicia. Before we had all graduated, she had walked into the music room to get some note that she had forgotten. She was greeted with the sight of my lovely cousin making out hard core with the new girl on the teachers desk. Well, new girl of two months, but still new anyway. From what she told me, she had just walked over, pushed then over, and grabbed her sheets. Miguel had literally dropped the girl, whose name was Matilda, and tried to come up with some lame excuses for Alicia. She just ignored him and walked out. When she had told me, she had claimed that she had already known that he was foolin’ around behind her back. She didn’t really seem to give a shit really. The next day Miguel had shown up with a black eye, compliment of your truly. Alicia and I still keep in contact. She even comes to visit sometimes. I think the most successful out of all of us all, was Kai. We had barely graduated, when he had received a phone call stating that his grandfather had passed away. This of course, meant that Kai inherited all of his family fortune and the business. Ever since what had happened that year on my birthday, which I still consider myself lucky, we’ve been together. But when he had to go away to deal with business stuff on and off, we were seeing little and little of each other, so I suggested me moving closer. He agreed with the idea and offered to rent an apartment for me. I had… gently reclined his offer, telling him that I could rent it myself. He had put that arrogant smirk on his face like he knew something I didn’t and shrugged. I had actually received a letter last week from him saying that he would be coming to visit some time this week. When exactly, I’m not sure. I had bumped into Keir about a week after I had moved and we clicked right away. She’s actually the one who helped me get a job here. About a head taller than me, Keir has shoulder length, layered, blue/black hair. She also had bright blue eyes that held a mysterious glint to them. Though we had all the same interests and everything, we had completely different personalities. Where I was Little-Miss-Sarcastic and reminded myself a lot like Rikku form Final Fantasy X/X-2; Keir was a bad-ass-take-no-prisoners kinda chick. “Ya Ree. And in case ya didn’t notice, it’s a little on the busy side tonight,” another of my close friends pointed out to me as she served a bunch of half drunk teens sprawled on some of the stools. It wouldn’t be too long now until Vevay came and told them to move aside for more customers to get to the bar. The current friend on my mind goes by the name Napea, which literally translated to ‘wood nymph’ in Greek. She was about as wild as a forest that’s for sure; and about as bubbly as a fresh water brook. A group of regulars around the bar let out a small cheer as I came into view. I was one of the few who would let them buy drinks for, and one of only two that would say after our shift was over to have a drink and do a little dancing; Napea being the other. I gave a bow and then went over to the guy yelling the loudest as Keir rolled her eyes at me. “Alight sir, what can I get for ya?” He eyed me up and down as I briefly did the same towards him and noticed that he must have been a newbie as he didn’t look familiar and was dressed in a business suit. He shifted his gaze over to our list of drinks that are served before coming to his decision. “Uh, I guess I’ll have a White Russian.” I moved around Keir and grabbed a highball and setting it down on the bar top. I grabbed for the vodka with one hand and the kahlua with my other and poured them expertly into the glass. Putting the bottles back, I retrieved the cream and grabbed a spoon the holders and poured the cream over the back of the spoon while telling the guy the price. He slapped his money down at the same time I slide his drink over to him. He nodded at me once before disappearing into the crowd. This continued all night.       Around 3:30, I was turning around to call it a night, when a familiar voice ordered a drink from behind me. “Where are you going? I’d like a Black Russian please and if your taste hasn’t changed, a Sex on the Beach for you.” I turned around with a big grin. “Alicia! What the hell are you doing here?” I asked giving her a hug the best I could; being on the opposite side of the bar. When I pulled back, she put a sophisticated voice on and as snootily as she could, answered me. “I was trying to get a drink around here, but the bartender I caught the attention of is obviously not up to the task. I’ll have to find someone else,” she turned away from me and was about to call out to Napea, when I burst out laughing and reached to get her a glass. “Shot or highball?” I asked over my shoulder. I could almost see her grin. “Riley, I think that that has to be the stupidest question you’ve ever asked. Highball damn it.” Ya, that’s what I thought. Grabbing two highballs and setting them on the bar top, I started my interrogation. “Really though, what are you doing here?” I asked as I yet again poured vodka and kahlua into a glass. I slide hers over to her before starting mine. “I thought I’d come give ya a visit seeing as I’ve haven’t been here in a while. That and I was ready for some clubbing. Thank you,” she took a grateful drink as I poured the vodka and amaretto into my glass. “Hey Napea, Keir.” A bonus point for me that they all get along. I pick such good friends. I poured in my orange and cranberry juice and proceeded to look for the peach schnapps. “Keir, where the hell are the schnapps?” I whined. I saw her raise an eyebrow out of the corner of my eye and she looked to where the schnapps were. There was only one problem… “But those are the cherry ones, I want the peach ones,” I cried as I stomped my foot really maturely. “Then why didn’t you say so. Here,” Napea handed it over. Thank god. “Thank you Napea,” I chided as I looked pointedly at Keir who just shrugged her shoulders at me. With my drink now completed, I slide up onto the bar and swung my legs around, before hopping down again. Plopping myself down on the stool beside Alicia, I set my chin on my palm and looked at her. She had died her hair…again. It was now a dark navy blue, almost but not quite black, with lighter blue streaks. Awesome. She looked at me cautiously as she took another drink. “What?” I blinked stupidly at her. What what? I didn’t say anything. Not yet anyway. “I didn’t say anything, but shall we go for a dance when we’re done with our drinks?” She visibly relaxed when she realized that I wasn’t up to something. Shesh, the trust is just seeping out of her. I took a few gulps of my drink. I hadn’t had one of these in way too long. “Sure, hurry up then,” she told me while standing up. I looked back and forth between her and the empty glass. I think she likes to dance more than she likes to drink, and that’s a lot (AN: LMAO!!!!!!!! LOL I just had to put that in there lol.). I downed the rest of mine before standing up to join her. “Ya comin’ Nap?” She usually loves to come and dance with us. When I turned around to ask her again because she hadn’t replied, she was in deep conversation with a relatively handsome guy. I decided to leave her as I made my way out to the dance floor.    Redman: Ah, dirrty (dirrty) Filthy (filthy) Nasty (oh) Christina you nasty (yeah) Too dirrty to clean my act up (uh huh) If you ain’t dirrty, you ain’t here to party (Woo)   I allowed a smirk to cross my face as I finally caught up with Alicia. When we were younger we had declared Dirrty ‘our’ song. We just love dancing to it. I mean, who wouldn’t?    Ladies (move), Gentlemen (move) Somebody ring the alarm, a fire in the room   Ring the alarm…and I’m throwin’ elbows Ring the alarm…and I’m throwin’ elbows Ring the alarm…and I’m throwin’ elbows Ring the alarm…and I’m throwin’ elbows (Ha Ha)   We both started dance and sing as others around us did the same.   Christina: Uh- Let me loose Oooh, I’m over due, gimme some room, comin’ through Paid my dues, I’m in the mood; me and my girls come to shake the room DJ’s spinin’, show you hands Let’s get dirrty, that’s my jam I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin’ until my clothes come off   It’s explosive, speakers are thumpin’ Still jumpin’, six in the mornin’ Tables dancin’, glasses are chrashin’ No question time for some action   Temperatures up (can you feel it), ‘bout to erupt Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise   The noise rose an excessive amount as everybody started to scream and yell. Couples that were around us were dancing as if the rest of us weren’t there. Alicia was dancing behind me and had her left hand on my left hip and had her other hand on her right hand. I had my hand back on her left hip and my right hand on my right hip.   Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly Get it fired up in a hurry Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time that I came to start the Party, sweat drippin’ over my body Dancin’, getting’ just a little naughty Wanna get dirrty, it about time for my arrival   Ah, heats is up, ladies, fellas, drop you cups Bodies packed, front to back, move your ass, I like that   We both moved our left hand and slapped each others ass. If someone who didn’t know us looked our way, they would probably swear that we were lesbians. Boy were they wrong.   Tight hip huggers, low for show Shake a little somethin’ on the floor I need that, uh to get me off, sweatin’ ‘till my clothes come off   Let’s get open, cause a commotion Still goin’ eight in the mornin’ There’s no stoppin’ we keep it poppin’ Hard rockin’, everyone’s talkin’   Give all you got (give it to me), just hit the spot Gonna get my girls, get your boys, gonna make some noise   Gonna get rowdy, gonna get a little unruly Get it fired up in a hurry Wanna get dirrty, it’s about time that I came to start the Party, sweat drippin’ over my body Dancin’, getting’ just a little naughty Wanna get dirrty, it about time for my arrival   Here it comes it’s the one you’ve been wait’n on Get up get it rough, yup that’s what’s up Givin’ just what you love to the maximum Uh oh, here we go What to do when the music starts to drop And that’s when we take it to the parking lot And I bet you somebody’s gonna call the cops Uh oh, here we go   A few guys had come over and tried to ask us to dance with them. Of course we had declined; we were already in the groove and didn’t want to be interrupted.   Redman: Yo, hot damn, Doc and Jam like a summer show I keep my car looking like a crash dummy drove My gear look like the bank got my money froze For dead presidents I pimp like Huddy roll Doc the one hat excite ya divas (ow!) If the media sine, I’m shining with both of the sleeves up Yo Christine (what?), better hop in here My block live and in color, like Rodman hair (yeah) The club is packed, the bar is filled I’m waiting for sister to act, like Lauryn Hill Frankly, it’s a rap, no bargain deals I drive a four wheel ride with foreign wheels Throw it up Baby it’s BrickCity, you heard of that? We blessed, and hung low, like Bernie Mac (Bernie Mac?) Dogs,let ’em out, women, let ’em out It’s like I’m ODB, the way I’m freakin’ Chorus x3   Uh, what?   We both threw back out heads and laughed. There was nothing better than dancing. When Alicia finally caught her breath from our laughing fit, she started towards the bar again as the next song came on.   [Ice Cube] Yeah, Yeah Get your ass and hurra   “I’m heading back over to the bar to catch up with Keir and Napea. You can keep dancing. Come get me when you’re done okay?” I nodded as I started to dance to the new song, defiantly one of my favorites.    Uh, Ice Cube baby Ninety-nine baby I’m on the grind baby   A guy came up to me and asked to dance. His breathe smelt of alcohol and he was as ugly as an ass. I…politely refused his offer as I yet again to dance to the fast paced song.    All thetime baby Show me something   Just before the chorus was to begin, a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist. I stiffened at first, before his sent made its way to my nose. I closed my eyes and smirked; he was back.    [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube} I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put you back in to it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it   One of his hands wandered up to my flat stomach as we danced as close as we could without removing our clothes. He lowered his head so that it was even with my ear and let out a breath that tickled. Damn it felt good to be back in his arms.    [Ice Cube] Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin’ Blackstreet, fiending like an athlete Life ain’t a track meet (no) It’s a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till the day we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high, nigga think again Cause when it’s sink or swim You got to think to win And if I drink this here Everybody will know it Cause I ain’t going for it So pray to the Lord that I don’t pull out Cuss out and bust out Go a nigga raveling Make the clip traveling, uh You can try to smoke on ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bouncethem tits Mama move them hips Baby shakethem cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah   [Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube) Don’t stop get it, get it (That’s real) Don’t stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I’m gon’ do it, gon’ do it Gon’ do it, do it, do it   I put my arm back around his neck and turned my neck away from him. His head dropped farther as he kissed from right under my ear down to my half bare shoulder.   [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it   Grinding against each other, I picked up a rhythm. Left, Right, left, left, right, left, right. He stopped his tantalizing kisses to growl in my ear.   [Ice Cube] Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug one, relatives and my cousins And I got em by the dozen When they buzzin’, quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain’t got no date But when we hit checkmate with ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don’t matter if you’re rich and your folks ain’t straight I’m still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain’t the shit, bitch   [Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube) Don’t stop get it, get it (That’s real) Don’t stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I’m gon’ do it, gon’ do it Gon’ do it, do it, do it   I closed my eyes and leant my head back against his chest and took in his sent. He smelt of mahogany and aftershave. He must have stopped in at the apartment before coming or he would have smelt like other men, ink, and paper.    [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it   Getting tired of dancing this way, he turned me around so that I was now facing him. He regarded me for a moment before reaching down and capturing my lips in a deep kiss.   [Mack 10] I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don’t rent I but shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you’re rooting and recruiting Nigga 6-8 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I come from padres’ gold in oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for playa hating, Mack paper chasing Came out the substation on the hip hop nation The mo’ hits the mo’ bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep punching, I don’t quit it Don’t stop till I get it   Letting go to come up for breath, I let a sigh out. “Kai…” “Shhh…” he whispered as he placed a couple of butterfly kisses along my neck making me shiver.   [Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube) Don’t stop get it, get it (That’s real) Don’t stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I’m gon’ do, gon’ do it Gon’ do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] (Ice Cube) Don’t stop get it, get it (That’s real) Don’t stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I’m gon’ do it, gon’ do it Gon’ do it, do it, do it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it, put your back into it   [Ice Cube] I can do it, put your ass into it Put your ass into it We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication? Yeah uh-huh, Ice Cube, Westside Connection Know how we do? We puttin’ it down, constantly Get your ass up and hurra   We stayed as we were for a few moment after the song had stopped before someone snapped us out of it by literally walking into us. “When did you get back?” I asked his as I grabbed him by the hand and started to lead him over to the bar. “About an hour ago. I went to your apartment and had a shower then came down here. It took a few minutes to find in here though,” a huge ass smirk crossed his face, “until I saw you and Alicia getting’ in on on the dance floor. That kinda gave it away.” I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him, but he only kissed me. “Riley, you’re hurting Napea’s poor virgin eyes,” Keir’s sarcastic voice came out of no where. I pulled away from Kai and headed over to where my friends were. Kai came up beside me and snaked his arm around my waist. I snorted at Napea and Keir when I reached them. “She’s as much a bloody virgin as I am,” I stated, sticking my nose up in the air. As I did so, Napea, Keir, and Alicia all let out a gasp as if they didn’t know. I rolled my eyes. Where did I ever find such weird friends. I walked over to the bar and slid up. Looking at Kai as discreetly as I could, I gave a little jerk of my head, signaling him to come over. He took the hint and came over to where I was sitting. Standing between my legs, which I then wrapped around his waist, he placed his hands that were slightly cold on my waist. I reached up (He was still an inch or so taller than me even when I was on the bar top!) and cupped his face before kissing him. Playing along and not minding getting a free kiss out of it, he kissed back. I could feel one of his hands moving up my side bit by bit before Alicia and Nap started to make gagging noises and Keir choked on her drink from laughing at the other two idiots. Keir choking broke my ‘concentration’ and I turned my head away from Kai as quickly as I could before bursting out and laughing. “You two are such babies,” I managed to get out between laughs. “Fuck, it’s hard to believe that you two used to be worst enemies. I think that’s what really makes it so funny,” she gave another little laugh when I pouted at her. “Hello to you too Alicia,” Kai greeted as he leaned back against the bar, one arm still around my waist. He nodded in greeting to Napea and Keir. “Ya, ya, hey Kai. If he’s here, then where the hell am I going to be staying?” at my questioning look, she elaborated. “Well I sure as hell ain’t stayin’ in a one room apartment with you to in the same bed. Uh uh, no way, no how. Forget it.” Nap had a blank look on her face for a moment before she finally got the gist of what Alicia way implying before bursting out and laughing again. I rolled my eyes again. “She who laughs last, laughs hardest,” I mumbled out under my breath. “You can stay with me if you want,” Nap offered when she had finally caught her breath. Alicia nodded her head in agreement before thanking her. We all stood around, talked, and had a few more drinks before Keir decided that she had better start heading home. The rest of us stayed for maybe 10 more minutes before we too all left to head home.       Phoenix2185- there ya’s go. I really hope that you guys enjoyed it. Wow, my writing has really changed form the first chapter of ‘That’s Life’. Creepy. Lol. Anyway, like I said, I hope ya’s enjoyed it. Stay tuned for more… Talk atcha’s later   R&R