Gang Wars RP

"I'm surprised you lasted so long." Jonas said as he reached the bottom and placed her on the bed.

Tad was smoking over and over again, already going through three cigs. He then stopped and looked up at the stars. "Why...?" He asked as he turned and walked across the street, seaming to head to his house.

Hiccuping, she propped herself up on the bed. “Wow, so little faith.” She chuckled, blinking and playing with the frills of her dress and kicking off her heeled shoes.

"Yeah. I guess I never pictured you as a hard core drinker." He said. He glanced back at her. As he did so she had shifted her frills, he caught a glimpse of part of her panties. He blushed but quickly looked away as he pulled out a tank top for sleeping in and some shorts. He then walked over to another drawer and pulled out a nightgown that wasn't provocative and went down to the ankles.

“I’m not, really. Just too stubborn for my own good.” She moved to th edge of the bed and stretched, letting her now bare feet dangle and her dress ride up to her thighs. She watched as he pulled out sleepwear, frowning when she saw the girly nightgown. “That’s too long.” She protested, her nose scrunching up childishly. Drinking made her slightly silly and less serious than she normally was. “I’ll get too hot.”

"It's cold down here." He said as he tried to avoid looking back at her. "You'll get cold." He said.

“No I won’t. I’ll have you.” She said simply, as if it were obvious. She turned her flushed face towards him, frowning when she saw him avoiding her gaze. “Do you not like me anymore? Why won’t you look at me?” She asked, sounding hurt as she hiccuped.

"No, no, I still like you." He said. "I'm just...going to change, and it's weird to look at you when I change."

The intoxicated Skylar blinked and looked down at her hands gripping the hem of her dress, looking away so he could change. She felt dizzy and weird, which of course were symptoms of intoxication. She knew she was drunk and acting strange and childish. She usually acted this way when she had too much to drink, which explained her general dislike for alcohol and usual avoidance of it. She didn’t like being vulnerable, and the only reasons she allowed herself to get in this state was because Hunk and Jonas were around. However, perhaps she acted childish during intoxication because she had had to grow up quickly when she joined the Sabers.

Jonas started to undo his shirt and pulled it off. His back was covered in scars and old wounds from his family. He grabbed the tank top to pull it on.

She glanced up to see if he had finished changing, her dark eyes widening when she saw his back. Suddenly, her head cleared as she realized what she was seeing. She stood and quietly stepped over behind him, reaching out and softly touching his scars. “Did they do this to you?” She asked quietly, already knowing the answer.

He shivered as she touched him. He looked down. "They're old, I'm a lot better now." He said

She leaned down and kissed one softly by his shoulder. “Scars stay with us forever, but they shape us..” She whispered. “It’s okay. You’re still beautiful.”

He shivered as she kissed the scar. He looked back over at her and smiled gently.

She smiled back and hugged him from behind, burying her face in his shoulder. “Everyone has scars.” She murmured, reaching for his hand and sliding in under her dress to rest on the scar on her thigh.

Jonas blushed bright red. He traced a finger along the scar, and Held her leg. "If only others could see them all, then all would know our stories." He whispered.

“The only ones I care to know my story are the ones important to me.” She replied softly, shivering slightly at his touch.

He turned but kept his hand on her thigh. "But if more knew out pains, then maybe they wouldn't look at us so differently. Maybe they'd see that we are family when we are with the gangs,

She covered his hand with hers. “But isn’t it enough that we all understand one another? Accept one another? We’re in our own world when in comes to gangs. Outsiders don’t understand. Not until they truly live it.”

"I guess." Jonas said softly.

She gave a small smile. “Maybe they’ll all understand us one day.”

"Maybe." he said as he kissed her.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back, one hand on his cheek and the other on the hand he had on her bare thigh.

He pressed close to her kissing her, his face full of blush.

She pressed closer to him as well, as if she could never get close enough. She opened her eyes, her whole face flushed and her eyes dark.

Jonas was just as red as he. He pulled away and looked to the ground. "S-Sorry." He said as he pulled his hand away from her thigh.