Page 61 of Puck It!

"Get the fuck out Jax." She slurs, "I don’t want you here."

"I don’t care." I growl.

She throws the bottle of whiskey at me, causing me to duck before the bottle shatters against the wall.

"Well, that was a fucking waste." I bark.

She reaches up to her stomach behind her silks and here appears another bottle.

"You throw that at me, I will rip you down from there." I growl and she throws it at me any fucking ways, but I was ready, I catch it.

"I catch pucks going a lot faster than that. What else have you got?" I growl, stepping up on the stage beside her.

"Get out Jax." She hisses, making eye contact with me.

Seeing her close, I see the flush on her cheeks, her blood shot eyes, and I’ve heard the slur in her words; She is drunk, that is for sure.

"Why are you mad at me?" I ask, but I already know the damn answer.

She wraps her hands around her silks and sits up and I watch her eyes roll, probably from feeling lightheaded with her fast movement as she wobbles a little.

"Macie get down before you hurt yourself."

She rolls her eyes and I’ve had enough; I reach up and yank her off her silks as she fights against me. Yeah, been here before.

"Get off Jax, let me down now."

"No, we’re leaving."

She knees me in the stomach, and I growl.

"You set me up you son of a bitch."

Ah, there it is, why she is mad at me, "I know I fucked up."

"Jax, put me down, I mean it."

She punches me in the back, but I keep carrying her over my shoulder out the door, before down the hallway I go with her little fists hitting against my back.

Keri goes to step in front of me and I growl my words, "Get the fuck out of my way" I'm done playing with these sassy little bitches tonight.

She steps to the side and I’m out the door, opening the passenger door to Macie's car before I put her in the front seat, and she looks up with tears in her eyes, "It wasn’t just the bet Jax."

"What was it, what did he do to you Angel?"

And here it comes; She launches herself out of her car, hunching over before all the liquor she’s been drinking is now in the parking lot.

I snort a laugh, I can’t help it. But I do help her, I grab her hair and pull it back, and she side eyes me.

"This is fucking disgusting" she giggles and I do everything I can to keep myself from breaking into a fit of laughter.

"Are you done?" I try to ask in concern instead of in laughter but it's hard.

"No" She stands and looks down at her bare feet, "Where are my heels?"

"I don’t know, get in the car, you can get a new pair."

She looks me dead in the eyes as she rolls her tongue across her teeth, "They were my favorite pair."

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