I am Jack's broken heart.

[Daileh Few]

Ohgod.

The night prior had been a little out of the ordinary for little Dai. Unlike most nights when she was bored and pissed off, she didn't stay in and think about hurting things, she took action--she went out. Somehow, the thought of getting pissed drunk on good alcohol paid for by someone else seemed like a great idea. So, dressed up and with her roommates money (the girl was never there, so why not? she'd never miss it), the halfling headed down to the Secret, prepared to get rully sloshed and have a well good time with her favorite bartender. Well, it was sort of a tie. But then again...

"'Nother one, this time more alcohol, less of that other shit.

[/i]" That's what she demanded with each new round of drinks. By four she was good and drunk. What? She was tiny, and quite the light weight. However, even after four she kept going. After six she kept going, though not too much longer. Soon enough, she was drunk enough to not remember a damn thing past a certain point. Yeah, that was the kind of drunk she liked. There wasn't any point unless one took it that far.

She hadn't expected to wake up in her bed, in all honestly. Nobody was really looking out for her after all. But maybe that meant that she owed the bartender a tip. Later. Rolling over in bed, she stared blankly at the clock, trying to make sense of it. "Noon? Fuck me." With a grumble, she promply pulled the pillow back over her head for more sleep. Grunt, kick, another grunt--what the hell was keeping the blanket stuck? Furious, she tugged the blankets back, only to topple naked on the ground in a heap of blanket and clothes.

She popped her head over the side of the bed curiously, eyes widening. Oh yeah, she owed him a tip indeed. At least, she guessed as much. Previously drunk, currently naked--if she didn't fuck him then something was wrong here.

"Uhm, Jackson?" Chewing at her lip, she shoved at the boy laying in her bed. "I think we did a bad thing."[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[jackson sales]

I confess, I messed up, dropping 'I'm sorry' like you're still around.

Fuck him in the asshole.

That might have happened last night. For all intensive purposes, the whole fucking world could have ended, and he wouldn't have known. Actually, he would have, because he wouldn't have a killer hangover. Bad analogy. Thank god for regeneration. This way, he could get as drunk as a skunk, do shit, and only be hungover for an hour tops the next morning. Life was good.

Except for the fact that he was in a random bed with a throbbing head.

Jackson had no clue where he was. The person next to him wasn't Tia, because one bleary eye could see blonde hair. Now he was officially fucked, because knowing Tia, she would find out from Ezra, and Jackson had no fucking clue how his best friend figured out his love life before anyone else, including him.

Spooky.

Last night was fun, however. He finally got the night shift, because Ezra wanted to take Sammii out on a fuckdate. For once. Knowing Ezra, it was to Paris or something Disney related that was sure to please at least one of them. Or both. Who knows?

All Jackson knew was that, now, said unknown person was pulling at the covers covering his- yep, he just checked, naked body. A few moments later, after gripping the sheets with his life, they fell on the floor with a rather odd thump, and then the world made sense, because he now knew who he fucked last night.

"Dai, you sonofabitch. He groaned, ignoring her attempt at a shove. "Fuck."

[Daileh Few]

God dammit. Suddenly anything that had been fuzzy just moments before was clear as day, none of it fabricated whatsoever. Fuck. Unfortunately, there was still some dwindling sensation that wouldn't go away. Probably because it was probably one of the better fucks she'd had of late.
Much due to the fact that she was sure Mort had been fucking either Charlotte or Cara, maybe even both. So maybe she shouldn't have felt so bad. In the very least it justified it.
A little.

I'm going to get the blame, she thought to herself, reaching for some random shirt on the ground--not caring whose it was. If they can share a bed she could certainly borrow a shirt. Why did she have to go and be so stupid.
"Finally get a decent thing and I fuck it up," she muttered, not even realizing that she was talking to herself as she pulled up the white panties. "Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?"

With a blink she glanced at the demon still in her bed, lips forming a pout as she realized something: It took two to tango. "What are we going to do?" We because she was sure it was as much his fault as it was hers. He'd been just as drunk, and it wasn't like she'd drugged him in order to drag him to bed or anything.
If anyone could cover this up it was them.

[jackson sales]

O, that hangover was wearing off. Good time too, because he actually needed to remember whatever happened last night. He was working, she was pissed, and made him drink with her. After that, it was fuzzy. Shit. This was great, fucking one of his best friends. Maybe Ezra was right. Maybe Jackson was a whore. He'd just never fucking admit that out loud though, because they boy make lack shit, but not brains.

"What decent thing are we talking about?" he asked, pulling himself into a sitting position, the covers floating down to cover his lower half. Best friends or not, he was sober, and didn't openly show the junk in the engine. She didn't have problem with it though, but he'd seen it before, so it didn't phase him in the least bit. Besides, he had bigger fish to fry. Like what the hell was going on.

"Good question," he answered, pausing to think. Seriously, they always came up with the solutions in murders, because Ezra was really too dumb to do any of that, honestly. They were the brains in the A-team, along with other things. "Hell if I know. Figure something out, you're good at it." So was he, just the whole thinking process was kind of failing as of late, considering he had to think about what to tell Tia later when she found out...

Fuck.

[Daileh Few]

Pacing back and forth, Daileh took a moment to ignore Jackson, still trying to think things over. She was figuring every possible situation and (hopefully) every outcome.
But please, this was a school full of little pricks that could read your mind and even bigger pricks that liked to gossip about you.

"Maybe we should tell them?" No, that was a seriously stupid idea. They were going to find out one way or another.
"We can't just lie to them and say nothing happened," folding her arms, Daileh sat on the foot of the bed, her back to Jackson. "All we can do is make sure we've got a solid story when they do find out."

Curious, she poked her eyes back to look at him over her shoulder. Unfortunately, she'd remembered the other piece of that horrible puzzle: Tia and Ezra. Hell, for all she knew she lost all her friends in night. But now wasn't the time to start thinking like that. Think positive. Think, think, think.
"We could always go with that stupid drunk and lonely cliche."