Tallsea

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas had arrived at Roxy with high hopes of being able to just let loose and enjoy the night without a nagging pregnant girlfriend in his ear. He was still unsure about the whole set up because he did have a guilt feeling even coming here without letting Kat know. She wouldn't find out, right? It was a public place, but it was already so busy there was a line outside the door of people wanting to get in. There was no way anyone would notice.

Dallas was next up, paid and went inside to wait for Chelsea. He sat alone at one of the booths and pulled out his phone to invite Tucker to join them tonight. He set his phone back on the table so he could see it light up if either of them replied back. He adjusted his plain white T-shirt, tucking in just the front part covering his shiny round bull rider belt buckle. He had changed into a well fitting pair of black straight jeans and black leather boots that he left the laces loose on; they just fit better that way.

Not even having been there for but fifteen minutes, a seemingly already intoxicated girl was asking him if he wanted to dance. He quickly agreed but told her he'd only go if she took a shot with him. Of course she agreed, and he was so happy to be using his flashy new fake I.D. It had worked at the door which means he didn't have to get "M"s on the tops of his hands. To them, he was legal as fuck.

The two took their shot, hers tequila and his classic Jack Daniels and chased them with another of the same. Dallas followed her to the dance floor and started their lead. God, she was drunk and it was only almost eleven! When she had tried to make out with him, he simply turned her around so that she was facing away from him as he pulled her in closer to his body. So far, he had barely even thought about Kat.

[Tucker Dazzo]

Tucker had gotten the text from Dallas and replied with an "on my way brutha" before standing from his bed to find something to wear. He usually wasn't all too worried about his outfits, especially not when he was going to be heading to a club. But he certainly wasn't going to go in a pair of fuzzy blue pajama pants. Certainly not.

After a moment, he'd decided on a white muscle tee (created by himself, the arms holes were a bit uneven) and a pair of a ratty, faded jeans. The left knee was torn a bit, and there were definitely a couple grass stains down the shins. He shrugged, though. These were his favorites, and he wasn't gonna get rid of them just because they were falling apart. The day they disintegrated would be the day he threw them out.

After slipping on his gray Nikes, Tucker headed out of his dorm and down the hall. It only took about fifteen minutes before he'd arrived at the club, shown a rather convincing fake I.D. and made his way inside. Dallas was no where to be found, probably off dancing with some chick already. So he decided he'd wait a moment and just float until he spotted them.

"Where you at?" he texted Dallas, getting a bit antsy.

[James Gregory]

Most girls would not be heading to a club to dance with a guy with a pregnant girlfriend. She wasn't being manipulated in the slightest! She knew that Kat existed and she knew that the baby was Dallas's so she couldn't even claim that she didn't if people were to find out about what was happening. It was busier than she'd expected at Roxy and she'd already been hit on twice by drunken losers. Didn't guys realize that she was too hot for them? Honestly, she was a ten and she didn't have time to mess with fives! She had a solid nine and a half waiting for her hopefully... She did eventually spot Dallas dancing with some drunk slut and she oh so calmly, and rather gently, pulled the little whore away from him so she could grind with Dallas. He was wearing a white shirt! He had to know that white shirts were one of her greatest turn ons in the world, right?

She didn't really understand how but something was just so sexy about a guy in a white shirt... So pure yet so dirty. "Hey Kennedy." She purred into his ear as she danced just a little too close to him considering that he had a girlfriend and she technically had a boyfriend even if it was an open relationship. Dallas and Kat were definitely not in an open relationship but hey, if she couldn't control her boyfriend then why should she feel like she had to control him? It was like people ganging up on Esme for protecting them when she had absolutely no control over what two almost adults do with their bodies. Sex just feels good..What part of that don't people understand?

She realized that he hadn't actually gotten a very good look at her dress. She didn't spend an hour getting ready for him to not even see it! She pulled herself off of him so he could see exactly what her slutty dress looked like. "Do you like what you see, Dallas?" Could she sound like a bigger whore? Probably not even if she tried. It was like she didn't have any shame at all sometimes. She knew that this was wrong but she was doing it anyway just because she could just like she knew that it was awful to accuse Kegan of murdering Dexxie or to hit on Wyatt in front of his nagging midget of a girlfriend.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas had replied to Tucker with a short 'dance floor' before sliding his phone back into his pocket. Not even a minute later, a familiar face was next to him and pulling the drunk girl away. Thank God too, because he was just about to tell her to stop and that her dress was coming off. She was quickly replace by Chelsea and a long grin stretched across his face. "Hey, beautiful." He said, letting her in close. He was already here, so why not just let loose?

She was wearing red, but when she backed away, he held his arm up so that she could twirl. "You, Miss Chelsea, are the hottest damn thing in here tonight." Dallas was in heaven with her choice of dress, and he pulled her back to him. Just as she had, he looked up and around in search of Tucker, actually kind of surprised he came. After a moment of looking, he spotted him, "Hey, Tucker's here, c'mon," Dallas said, letting his hand slide down her back and just above her butt.

The two made their way towards his friend who had a drink in his hand and an anxious look on his face. "Tucker! What's up, man?" He yelled, pulling him in for an always weird 'bro' hug. "Do you know Chelsea?" He asked, gesturing towards her. "I'll be right back." He said, leaving the two to converse for a moment while he went for the bar. Hey had gotten six shots of Jose Gold and brought them back to the table on a little tray thing. "I am a God." He laughed as he pushed it towards the center.

[James Gregory]

I don't know if it's my turn or Maggie's but I figured yolo and I'm not tired and.. I'm the only one on so don't hate me. <3

"You, Miss Chelsea, are the hottest damn thing in here tonight."

Dallas's compliment caused a small smirk to spread across Chelsea's lips; she wasn't surprised that he had said it and it showed plain and simple. She didn't think that it was possible for a guy to find her unattractive. She was a beautiful girl on the outside which did not fit her inside which was basically Satan. Weren't all beautiful girls at least slightly evil on the inside? Make up doesn't make you pretty on the inside.. Unless you maybe eat the make up but she'd never done that or even thought about it until right now. Why was she thinking about this? She was going to have sex with Dallas fucking Kennedy later!

Sure he could refuse and she would be forced to accept that but she couldn't imagine this turning out like that. If he was planning on staying completely faithful to his pregnant girlfriend then he wouldn't have been letting that drunk slut dance all over him or complimenting her and saying that she was the hottest thing in here. Jonathan Russel would never call her hot like that even if his wife wasn't there well... He wouldn't leave his pregnant wife and young daughter to go to a club in the first place. Her thoughts were interrupted when Dallas mentioned that Tucker was there. She had to actually fight back a laugh when he asked if she and Tucker knew each other. Of course she knew him! But she didn't want to go and tell Dallas that she'd already banged his friend unless Tucker brought it up first. "Yeah, I know him."

He was wearing a fucking white shirt as well which was driving her insane. Did they both just magically know that it was a turn on for her and decide together that they should do this to her? Did they just get off on torturing her? She watched Dallas walk off and waited until he was out of hearing range to talk to Tucker, "One, you look so sexy tonight and two, don't tell Dallas that we had sex." She ran her hand up his arm and bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to look seductive which wasn't hard. She could look seductive making a sandwich or pouring a glass of milk if she really tried.

She was a natural whore.

Dallas came by with shots and she raised a brow, was he trying to get them wasted and take advantage of them later? She honestly didn't mind either way so she immediately reached for one. "I hope that you boys can handle your booze." She teased before moving closer to Dallas and slipping her hand over his butt to give it a little squeeze. She was hoping that the other hussies would see what she was doing and realize that this dick was her's tonight.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas gave Chelsea a devilish smirk when she mentioned how she hoped they could handle their alcohol. He could out drink an Irish sailor if he tried. The three clanked their shot glasses together and Dallas tossed the first back. It burned, but still it was smooth and was sure to make the night interesting.

They took the second and Dallas pulled Chelsea out to the floor. Some girl had come up to Tucker and was hanging all over him, so he took the opportunity to snag Chelsea away. He wasn't dancing really. He was just running his hand up and down her arm, the other on her waist and his lips trailing over her jawline. It wasn't that he needed to have alcohol in his system for him to be with her, he just needed it to loosen up and forget that Kat even existed for the night.

A good song came on and people started to flood onto the floor. Someone accidentally pushed Dallas into Chelsea, but that was okay with him because he simply played it off by pulling her in close and taking lead. She could dance, he could dance, it was harmony in a giant clusterfuck that was only starting the night.

They had been out there for nearly thirty minutes and no break, but Dallas needed to sit and calm himself down. He had taken three more shots and was now on a Bud Light since they had left the table the first time. He wasn't really sure where Tucker had gone, but this wasn't even the same booth. He had pulled Chelsea in with him to where she was pretty much sitting on his lap. Out of nowhere, he blurted out as he wrapped his arms around her, "I had to stop because you almost made me get a boner." He laughed. Wow. Liquor before beer, that was the rule, right? Or was it not to drink yellow snow? Fuck it had been too long since he drank, he had such a good buzz going on with such little alcohol.

[James Gregory]

Almost got a boner?

That simply wasn't going to do for Chelsea. She was never the type of girl who was happy with a little bit or just going halfway. She wanted Dallas Kennedy to want her so desperately that he forgot Kathleen even existed. Sure it was slutty and scandalous to have sex with an expectant father but she honestly didn't give a damn. She just wanted the dick for God's sake! It wasn't like she was really stealing Dallas... Just borrowing without permission, right? Besides Dallas wanted this just as much as she did. Pregzilla probably wasn't putting out so he needed this.

What kind of a girl lets herself get pregnant with a guy like Dallas? He was just... Attractive but kind of a douche. Unless.. Unless Dallas lied about using a condom which was definitely a horrible thing to do to anyone. She actually felt a little guilty for what she was about to do deep deep down because she knew there was a pregnant girl at home thinking she had the best baby daddy in the world. She didn't exactly feel badly enough to not do it though. Hell, she was grinding Dallas's lap! "You look so sexy right now." She purred into his ear in an obvious attempt to seduce him.

It was his fault for wearing a damn white shirt!

[Tucker Dazzo]

Tucked happily greeted Dallas just before he walked off. And like that, he was alone with Chelsea. When had they had sex? He remembered her.. just not when they'd actually done anything. "Our little secret, huh?" he bent his head down to whisper in her ear as he placed his hand behind her lower back and pulled her close. He kept an eye up on Dallas, just in case this was some sort of date for him and Chelsea. He doubted that it was, but he had no right making trouble with one of his best friends. Either way, he was sure that Dallas was busy at the bar so he tugged Chelsea a little closer so that they were front to front. "You look pretty good yourself," he said with a sly smile before pushing his hips against hers. Just after that, he looked up to check and Dallas. Thankfully just in time too because he was on his way back with drinks. Tucker backed up from Chelsea.

After throwing down a couple shots, a rather trashy brunette with skin as orange as a carrot had come up to Tucker. He tried to ignore her and talk to Dallas and Chelsea, but the girl just wouldn't let go. After a moment, she'd started tugging on his shirt so he just gave in and danced with her. It wasn't like it really mattered, though. Dallas was already on his way back to the floor with Chelsea. That rascal.

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A bit later, long after Tucker had lost the carrot girl and refilled his cup, Tucked noted Dallas and Chelsea falling into a booth. He chuckled under his breath at their clumsy attempt to sit and waddled towards them.

"There you guys are," he said in a tone so groggy he sounded drunker than his Uncle Tom. Which was weird, cuz he wasn't all that drunk yet. Not as drunk as these two, anyway. Not bothering with manners, Tucker took a seat next to Chelsea. "Look its a Chelsea sandwich," he giggled, setting his cup on the table and pushing into her side. She was almost practically on top of Dallas, but Tucker didn't see why he couldn't still get on that.

"That's such a nice dress," Tucker was almost yelling over the music now as he leaned on an elbow so he could see both Dallas and Chelsea's faces. "And Dally boy, did you notice we're matching?"

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas tucked in his bottom lip at Chelsea's moves and had his hands resting on either side of her hips. He had lifted his head to return her compliment, "Nah, baby girl, you-" He pointed, "You look so sexy right now." Before he could say anything else or lean in to kiss her, which he really wanted to do at that point, Tucker was joining them. Dallas was laughing at his friend's comment about how they were making a Chelsea-sandwich and agreed that her dress was in the way pretty. He also hadn't noticed that they were matching either, fancy that!

Dallas scooted his back from the seat of the chair so that he was sitting in an upright position and not tripping anyone in the isle with his long legs. "Dude, this is why we're friends." He said, pinching at his own shirt and smiling. "Beautiful people flock together." Dallas reached for his beer on the table and took a short sip from the bottle. "Chels, if you want anything, lemme know n' I'll get it." Dallas chimed, setting the bottle back onto the table. He wasn't really sure why he had invited Tucker when he didn't have a girl for him to be with, but Dallas was fine with sharing seeing as he wasn't the jealous type.

After a minute of actually being quiet, mostly because he was trying to settle his pants situation, he looked to Tucker and then to Chelsea. "Guys, we should go find a bull to ride. Ditch this place, let's go raise some hell!" He suggested, chugging what was left in his bottle.