Volatile

[Derek Jackson]

"Grayson's been hit." That was the call that Jackson knew was going to change his usual routine... because he knew where it was going. The chief had personally called him to tell him that knews and he knew it wasn't because he thought Jackson was concerned about her. It was because he was going to put him back as her security. Jackson was a cop long enough to know that much. On the other hand, hearing that she had gotten shot sent a wave of rage through him. So when he got to the hospital, he marched down to where the Chief, a couple detectives and that idiot Flynt were standing. Jackson went straight to Flynt, fisted his hand, and punched him right across the face. The attack sent Flynt to the ground, as a nurse hurried to his side, and the detectives quickly moved to restrain Jackson. Probably for the best, otherwise Jackson would have clocked the idiot again.

On the surface, it would seem like Jackson had hit Flynt because he blamed him for being back on what Jackson had described as a 'shit assignment', and that could very well be part of it. Deep down, it was also because the moron had let Grayson get shot. But Jackson wasn't going to admit that as a partial reason. He would stick to the first and let people assume it. "Calm down, Jackson!" his chief ordered. Flynt was taken away to get his bloody nose tended to while Jackson stood there glaring, the detectives slowly releasing his arms as the chief stepped closer toward him. Jackson knew that of all the people he had ever hit... he would never strike a blow to the Chief. "I can't have a dead agent here. I'm not gonna risk it." He didn't have to give the order, he knew what the Chief was saying. "Make sure she gets home. She's your responsibility now." Again. With that, the Chief and the other detectives headed out for the night, leaving an infuriated Jackson standing there in the hallway. He didn't go in Julianna's room to see how she was doing. He needed to blow off steam. So he waited in the hallway, pacing for a little while before just standing there. One of the nurses had explained that she would be getting discharged soon, so apparently, Jackson would be her chauffeur again.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Julianna signed the last paper, and the nurse gave her the forms she would need to take to her doctor for a follow up visit. She had not seen Flynt since the shooting started but had been told he was fine, so she was surprised when she saw him exiting down the hall and his noise looked broke. Walking toward the exit, she tucked the papers into the sling, and draped her jacket over her should as best as she could with one arm.

Pulling her phone out, she took a moment to call and check on Gabby, and explaining what had happened. Just as she reached the lobby, and was hanging up, she saw him. Jackson. Julianna had not spoken to the Chief or anyone since they told them she was fine, so no one had told her Jackson was here--and apparently waiting on something. Had he . . . come to check on her? "Hey," She greeted quietly while tucking her phone into her sling. Since the stitches were on her upper arm, the sling made the best purse right now. "What are you doing here?"

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson heard footsteps and turned to look at her. His eyes went to the sling, and wasn't sure how he felt seeing her like that. He forced himself not to stare though, so casually looked away, trying to make sure that she did not detect any concern on his face since she was good at noticing those kinds of things. She asked what he was doing here and that was when he realized that they hadn't told her. Great. Just another wonderful opportunity they gave him the pleasure of doing.

"Seems like I'm your damn chauffeur again," he said bitterly. He was overcompensating for whatever he knew he was feeling deep down. Hearing she was shot, not wanting to deal with whatever his feelings were telling them. So he continued to deny them, forcing them away, failing to acknowledge them... until they ceased to exist. "Let's go," he stated bluntly, already walking to the door and expecting her to follow. He got to his car, immediately getting in and waiting for her to join him as he started the engine.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Because he was ordered here. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took in the meaning to that, before opening them and was about to tell hims he would see him tomorrow, however he told her they should go. In all their months together she had not every let him drive her home, and even now she knew that if he dropped her off she would not give him a chance to come in--and with how pushy he was, it was a risk she could not take.

Still she followed him, too off set to do much else. For a moment she had thought he was here because he was worried about her. She was calling herself stupid, and foolish, and a host of other names while she climbed into the car, and rested her back in the seat slowly. Julianna wasn't sure what to say, so in stead she stayed silent. Back to square one.

[Derek Jackson]

She hadn't said anything... and neither did he. This was a first. Where neither of them were talking. She wasn't trying to say something polite and nice, and he wasn't trying to say anything to be an asshole. It felt, odd. Jackson knew that if the two of them were going to be working together again, they would have to sort some stuff out. While he wasn't that kind of person... he also knew that he was going to set some things straight, like her not threatening getting him fired. Her not mentioning his family. Stuff that he had not said to her after their last conversation.

Seeing her though, with that sling... he felt something close to... what was it... feeling bad? NO. Jackson never felt bad for anyone. And he wasn't going to let her have that power over him as well, whether she knew it or not. He decided that they were going to have a conversation, and it wouldn't be in either of their places. She probably wouldn't come up to his, and he doubted she would tell him where she lived, since she had never done so in the past. So instead, he picked an abandoned alleyway, driving the car up to middle of it so that it was concealed from passerbys. There was no traffic here, not even people. It was completely remote. Completely isolated. "We need to get a few things straight," he began to say, not looking at her because he didn't want to hold back. He also said these words so that she would not freak out at him.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

Jackson pulled over in some dirty ally way that made her wonder how many murders happened right here. She almost see the chalk lines still on the ground somewhere. He parked the car and spoke, but Julianna didn't want to speak. She had almost died today, and when at the hospital the Chief and every left before she was done getting patched up. No one came running to hold her!

While she was fine with her life, this was a low for her. One of the moments where she could not remind herself how it was dangerous to let others in. Because they let you down. Her mother could not be there for her daughter. Her boss had 'forgotten' he was married. She liked it better when she only had herself, and Gabby. Most times. This time she just wanted to be held. Just want someone to care!

She moved to shift up, and turned sideways, before putting her knee on the seat and leaning over toward him. Taking his jaw in her hands and moved his face to meet her own, and kissed him. There would be no talking right now. She knew he was angry for this assignment, and he blamed her for it. She knew this could lead no where. But for this moment, he could just let her pretend.

[Derek Jackson]

She continued to remain silent, and he continued to be surprised by that. It was then that he broke his own promise of not looking at her, and turned to look at her. As soon as he did, she leaned forward and kissed him. Well, that was something that he hadn't expected. But that didn't mean he didn't want it, or her. So he immediately responded, intensifying the kiss as all his pent up anger, and frustration not having been with her these past few days, in a more intimately physical manner, was finally coming out. He leaned forward, pushing her back against the car door on her side. He wasn't thinking of how he should be careful because of her arm. He was completely consumed with his physical need for her, as his body was already aching for it. Whether she meant for this to be simply just be a kiss was irrelevant. Because he couldn't just casually kiss her.

His body was always demanding more. Her shirt would be too difficult to take off with the sling, since he wasn't exactly a tender and careful kind of guy. So instead, his hands moved under her shirt and undid her bra, pushing the fabric that covered her up so that he could touch her. With how long he was, he couldn't exactly lie properly, and he couldn't go on his knees because it would make him too tall for the low ceiling of his car. So he was half sitting, half leaning over her, not fully thinking of comfort at the moment. "Tell me how much you want this," he demanded after pulling his lips from hers. He wanted to hear her say it, admit it considering their last conversation. His hands went to her pants, undoing them and only slightly pulling them down. Instead, he slipped his hand between her legs, putting his finger right into her center as if to encourage any words that she would say as a response to his.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He kissed her back and she felt her emotions go from needy to wanting, as if his kiss had chased it away. Jackson pushed her back so she was against the door, and Julianna put her good hand on the roof, to better help her stay balanced on the seat. His hands moved under her shirt, and her back arched into his touch. Letting the roof, go, she moved the sling off her, but rested her arm tenderly on the back of the seat, so it was no longer pressed to her front, thus allow him more room.

Not that he took advantage of it, because instead his hand moved to her pants, and down the front of them. She gasped out, and sucked in her belly to give him more room. He was talking, demanding that she admit to what she had not been able to earlier. And she could not, not while her guard was so low right now. She could not drop it lower, when she wasn't sure she trusted him to not throw it in her face later.

[Derek Jackson]

His demand was answered with silence, and he didn't take well to not getting a response. He pushed his fingerdeeper inside of her in one motion, wanting her to feel that suddden intensity to get her talking. Saying something. Responding to what he had said. "Come on, Grayson," he said in a low voice, serious in getting an answer because he was not going to let it go. Nor was he going to let her get to that height of pleasure.

He'd just make sure he got her pretty damn close. He began to go for that one spot, adding more pressure than he probably should considering how tender it could be, and how few times she had done this. But delicacy was not his strong suit. Besides, he was trying to get her to talk. He also noticed that she had removed her sling, but being he only had one free hand, he was going to prioritize what he was doing with her lower half rather than what he could do with her upper half.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

When his hand moved deeper, and his tone demanded an answer, her felt her head press into the window behind her, as her eyes scrunched up and her mouth fell open with a whimper of need. He kept touching her, and taking her higher, and even if she wanted to speak she could not. It was too much!

Her back arched, and her hand that was on the roof, moved only to come back to it, with a smack. Her hips tried to rock on his hand, but there wasn't room with her jeans on. Turning her face to the side, she tried to slow her breathing and make it last but he was pushing her so close that she knew he would not be able to hold back.

[Derek Jackson]

He could hear her need, and feel her need, both by her reaction and by the way it was building inside of her as he continued his actions. His other hand went to her neck, his thin on her chin to turn her head forward so that she was facing him, not averting her gaze to the side. He could feel her growing closer, and closer, and before she could reach that peak, he quickly retracted his hand from her. His hand from her neck went to hers that was on the ceiling, to prevent her from finishing the job herself, and knowing that her other arm would be too delicate to move down there.

"I swear I'll keep doing this, until you tell me," he warned her, having his lips against her ear as he spoke directly in it so that there was no mistaking his words. She kissed him this time. He wanted her words in return... though still not as much as he wanted her. He would have to see how long he would be able to last, which was why he was only using his hand right now. He waited a few moments, keeping her in this position and letting that closeness to her bliss slowly ebb away, before he put his finger back in and tried to build that moment again, planning to do as he did before: stop before she reached over that edge. "Tell me," he demanded once again, giving her another chance to vocalize her wants, needs and desires to him.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He stopped! She whimpered when he did, and had he not held her hand she might have tried to make him, or push him into taking her. He was making her look at him, and it caused her to be unable to block out anything. The sight of him, the scent of him, his touch. It left it wanting. Feeling needy, and restless. She had just wanted for him to make her forget for a while, not force reality on her.

He did it again, taking her up higher and higher until everything went tight and close before he pulled away. Julianna felt a few tears fall over her cheek. Even now she didn't want to give him, and admit to what he wanted to know. It would be too telling and open her to his ridicule again, but nor could she keep doing this. Gasping for breath, she finally spoke since the hospital, "Jackson, please." Please stop, please go, just please.

[Derek Jackson]

Finally, she spoke. Pleading. It wasn't quite the tone he had wanted because she still sounded like she was in some control at least. He didn't fail to see the tears fall over, which only meant that he was pushing her harder each time he deprived her of reaching that height. And as he had said, he would keep doing it until she told him. "Please what?" He questioned in the same strong tone of voice. He pushed her shirt up, his lips dragging down her stomach to her center where he paused there. He had to slightly lift up the lower half of her body toward his mouth because he couldn't lie her straight out, due to the limited size of the car. He then blew on it, adding to the already sensitive area, before letting his tongue graze along it to taste her and taste signs of her partial enjoyment since she hadn't gone all the way yet.

And still not wanting to, he abruptly pulled his mouth away from the spot, pushing her lower body down again as he tried to somewhat climb on top of her, using his body to hold hers down as his head aligned with hers. He pressed her hand (the one that had not been in a sling) against the window so she could not move it. "Why don't you tell me what exactly you want, and maybe I'll give it to you," he demanded. He wanted her to be so mindless with need, that she could not longer guard her words or the way in which she said them. He was also getting frustrated because with each thing he did to her, it only strengthened and intensified his own need.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

So close, so close, so close so--"No!" He pulled away! Again! Julianna moved her head back on the glass a few times trying to make her mind work enough to demand he stop this and either do it or let her find a cab, but she knew that the later wasn't going to happen. She felt too much. Needed too much to walk away now. She both hated him, and couldn't hate him in the same moment.

He wanted her to tell him something that she wasn't sure she could say. The first time times she had been with him there had been nothing in her that held back. She'd welcomed it, and everything she felt. This time she couldn't open up that way. Even her kiss had been for her to pretend instead of really being with him. "Why does it matter?" She asked, trying to breathe around the painful feeling of being taken too high and not given the relief that came with it.

[Derek Jackson]

Instead of her answering his question, she had asked why it mattered. The fact that she was still completely coherent, meant he wasn't achieving what he was trying to do. "Cause it does," he answered bluntly, not caring to go into a detailed answer of why it did. He didn't want to explain it because he didn't want her to suddenly become rational and realize that she was was doing, what they were doing, was a mistake. "Besides, I asked a question first," he said, playing that childish card of 'I asked you first'.

He also knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and knew his impatience was soon going to show... he would have to try again though. Maybe just one more time. He put his finger back to that spot, causing his own body to rise a little from the pleasure he too derived from it. "You know, every part of your body says you want it bad..." The way he could feel her react; every involuntary action her body made. Deciding to test out how much she could take, he slowly attempted to slip another finger in, moving his lips to her ear as he continued to speak his words. "Except your mouth."

[Dr. J. Grayson]

She was tempted to tell him that every part of his body looked and moved like a human, but his mouth; however he was pushing another finger into her, and it caused her to gasp, and her head to fall back, hitting the window frame behind her. Her hand moved down to grasp his wrist, though to stop him or keep him from stopping she wasn't sure.

The emotions, the need, the heightened feeling of everything was breaking her down and she knew that she could not break. Not with him! She didn't trust him like that. But she wanted too. She wanted things to be simpler, and she could just be Julianna, and not trying to balance all her worlds and keep them from touching. She wanted just something for herself.

Squeezing her eyes closed she tried for another moment to hold back before a needy short one syllable sob broke from her lips, and ended on a gasping groan from his touch. Moving forward she she didn't have to look at him, she whispered into the skin of his shoulder, "I don't want to want you, but I do." She admitted, "I don't want to feel numb," Pulling back she touched his face, "I want to feel everything else." And she kissed him again.

[Derek Jackson]

While she didn't quite give him what he had wanted to hear, the other sounds that came out made up for it. And he knew he probably wasn't going to get much more out of her. She said she wanted to feel everything else... and he could take a hint. Especially with how she kissed him again. He pressed against her lips, deepening it as he pulled his hand out of her, but this time, not to ask her again and bring her close. This time, he wanted to satisfy his own needs too. With him somewhat on top of her, he was trying to find the best way to do this. He first started with moving one of her legs to the side to open her to him, but that didn't work. He even tried to push the seat back but either way, length wise or width, they would not fit and he wouldn't get the right angle he wanted. If they were in the back seat, they probably could because they wouldn't have the steering wheel, geers and dashboard taking up space.

But getting to the backseta seemed even more inconvenient right now. He let out a frustrated groan when he wasn't having much luck and he had already built up his need to the point where he didn't plan to let her leave without having it tended to. Besides, she said that she wanted to feel everything else, so he was gonna make sure she did. Still kissing her, and still half on top of her, he leaned toward the door where she was pressed against. He unlocked it and then pulled the handle to open it, not pushing it open all the way since she was leaning against it, but enough to make a point. "Get out," he told her, pulling his lips from hers. He moved back, unlocking and opening his own door as he got out, very quickly glancing around to make sure no one was around as he expected to meet her halfway at the front of the car. And if she didn't get out, then he would have to pull her out.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He was kissing her and not demanding more from her, which was all she wanted in this moment. At first ht tried to find a way for this work in the car, and had she not been so desperate, she would have laughed at him. Maybe later she would, but right now, she only needed him to work it out and end this tormenting. She might have started it, but she had also planned on him finishing it.

Instead he opened her door just a crack, and she felt herself rock backwards. "Get out," "What?" Get out here? Looking around the ally, she tried to think of why--oh. No! Not here, in public and in an ally! The was bold enough but she was at least with in a sealed surrounding. "I'm not wearing pants!" She called to him, not getting out of the car. He would know about them, since he removed them!

[Derek Jackson]

When he got out, she hadn't. He heard her call out that she didn't have pants. Well obviously she didn't have pants, he was the one who had taken them off. So he didn't stop walking, but instead, just went around to her side of the car and fully opened the door. "That's the damn point," he told her. She wasn't supposed to have pants on right now, not for what they were about to do. So not bothering to argue with her further or trying to convince her to get out of the car, he took hold of her uninjured arm and pulled her out... pulling her all the way until they got to the front of the car. He stood forward, facing her as he began to unfasten his pants.

When they were at least unbuttoned, he leaned forward to kiss her, pushing her back so that her back was rested against the hood of his car. Now that they had the space, it would be so much easier. He moved her shirt up so it wouldn't get in the way as he lowered his pants, finally freeing himself as the restraint had been too great, too painful. He pushed her legs apart, letting her put them however she wanted to cause he only cared about what was in between. His hands went to her sides, slightly lifting her off the hood so that he could get proper acces. "You said you wanted everything..." he began to tell her as he guided himmself to her. "Well then let me give it to you," he finished, as he finally pushed into her.

The first thrust was so strong, he had lifted her a little off the hood, only to have her moved back on it, creating a thudding sound that echoed in the otherwise empty alley. He didn't take this as a warning to be careful though, in fact, he did it again, and again, finding that immense pleasure that he had been deprived of recently. He didn't lean down to kiss her, but instead, wanted to watch her; wanted to see her expression, which he would be able to despite the time of day. And of course hear her, should she be so uncontrolled to speak or make sounds of enjoyment. He took her good hand and pinnned it above her head against the hood, holding it down with his own hand. His other hand gripped her upper thigh, moving her with him and with each forceful and practically agressive push, he was creating more noise than he probably should be every time sounds of their actions could be heard.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He opened her door, pulling her out into the dirty ally. "Stop! No!" She hissed, but didn't overly fight his effort to drag her to the front of the car. That was the point, he had said. His eyes watched her as he undid his pants, and the sight of him doing it did awkward things to her insides. "H-here?" Out in the open?

To answer her he kissed her, and pushed her back on the car. Julianna cried out through the kiss when her arm got Jared but even the pain wasn't enough to bring her out of this need for him. Her head fell back on the car with a soft thud when he first pushed into her, and Julianna cried out, the sound slightly echoing in the night. He didn't stop.

Each movement had her hips bouncing and her breathing escalating. She wanted to touch him, but his hand held her down, she wanted it to last but head put her too car for too long. She came with tears on her faces and gasping for breath, every part going tight and taunt, as if trying to hold him in before the dam broke and she felt the rushing feelings of complete and pure ecstatic Euphoria.

[Derek Jackson]

It took him a bit longer than it did for her to find his release. While he had gotten worked up in the car, he knew she had been more worked up. So he didn't stop. He got faster and pushed into her stronger and harder, not bothering to do anything to mute his own harsh pants as he virgorously moved inside of her. Until he too finally found his release, letting himself spill inside of her. He remained in position, trying to let his mind clear and his heavy breaths calm. His hand finally let go of her arm from his tightened grip and instead, skimmed down to her inner thigh, feeling the signs of her pleasure. After a moment, his hand then hit the hood of the car, not enough to leave a dent, but enough to express his frustration. Because, well, he was frustrated.

Frustrated because she had this ability to control him... not physicaly, but emotionally and in his opinion, that was worse. Although, he supposed the physical played a part since he couldn't control his body around her either. He finally pulled himsef out of her, pushing her legs down so that he could walk away... which he did. He fastened his pants back up as he returned to the driver's seat of the car, getting in and slamming the door while waiting for her. As soon as he mind cleared, maybe she would realize she was not wearing any pants and thus, would have to return to the car... which was why he had not tossed her jeans out to her. He rested his elbow against the door, running his hand over his head. He hated her for being so irresistible.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He left her, causing her to feel the heat from the car on one side, and the cool night air on the other. Blinking she looked for him, and heard the car door slam. He'd left her. Humiliation flooded her, as she slid off the hood, her wet skin sticking slightly, leaving an embarrassing trail. Moving numbly toward the car door, she opened it, and pulled out her jeans, putting them on as best as she could on handed.

After putting on her clothing she reached for her sling, again slowly and numbly moving the tender arm into the sling. Once she was able to move slightly easier, Julianna looked over at him, feeling herself unable to hide her emotion any more. She wasn't even anger right now, though she knew she would be later. She was humiliated, and fragile. She she only stared at him, in hurt disbelief that he had once again done that; that she had let him! Tears rolled over her cheeks but she said nothing.

Over the last week she had been next to a bombing, shot at, left in a building alone while men were shooting at her, had to run for her life, WAS SHOT, and through it all he toyed with her emotions like she was a yoyo. Standing up, she shut the door, and turned to walk out of the ally, using her cell to call for a cab.

She didn't go to work the next day. Instead she stayed home to rest. The day after either. Deciding instead to take her daughter on a long weekend to Central City and see the Zoo there. It took her days to get out of the numb feeling that he had left her with. The broken feeling. Betrayed. Embarrassed.

Four days later when she returned to work hours before he was expected, she moved her office to put his chair and desk on the other side and her large bulletin board between them as a wall. It would look like she wanted to see it from her desk when in truth she didn't want to see him. She scheduled meetings all that first day, so by the time he got there, she was in her office with the door shut talking to officers about cases. He never joined her for these, so it gave her most the day alone.

It wasn't until late afternoon that she found herself alone in her office, typing up notes. Any time he entered or came near she ignored him. If he spoke, she ignored him. Unless she had to tell him something work related and directly, she did not look or speak to him.

[Derek Jackson]

She hadn't come back into the car after that. Part of him had considered getting out and telling her to get back in, but he didn't. He just stayed in his car for a few moments, and even waited for a cab to pick her up. His job was still to keep her safe after all. And they weren't exactly in the best area. When she was off, he drove home, annoyed by... well, everything. She didn't come to work the next day, and the chief told him to take the day off... but instead, Jackson dressed in the uniform and did what he would have otherwise done had he not been assigned to protect her. A few days went by where she didn't come, and he knew he should be glad. Or well, he shouldn't care at all. But deep down he did. And he hated that he did. Even when she came back she wasn't herself.

Or maybe this was who she actually was. She was way more distant, hardly said a word to him unless it was about the damn case... and barley even made eye contact with him. She didn't want to talk about anything else, or do anything else, and while he should have expected it, while he should be indifferent to all this... it just pissed him off. The next several days went by like this, and he could feel the anger building in him. The frustration. This was what he wanted, wasn't it? To not develop any ties with her? It was why he never did anything for her, except his job. Even when they had fun and messed around... he had limited any emotional aspect to it. And now, it seemed he was only getting over emotional about it. The angry and annoyed kind of emotional. This was becoming the norm, and he was doubting she would ever drop her guard around him. So he had come to accept it.

Soon enough the night came; that night that arrived every so often. Everyone on the force was going out for drinks at their favorite bar. Grayson had joined them, but she had not come with him. She didn't accept any rides from him unless it was for work and they didn't have a choice. When he arrived, he went straight to the bar. It was a busy night there, and the force itself was populating most of the bar, those who could make it anyway. He knew people were talking to him, joking with him, but all he was doing was downing drinks, one at a time. He didn't usually drink this much, knowing it was never good for a cop to get drunk and/or hungover, but tonight... it was his only outlet for all that pent up anger. And feeling the emotions start to numb and his inhibitions lower, made him want to drink more, so he kept going, and going.

[Dr. J. Grayson]

He was drinking like a fish out of water, and she hated it. It reminded her of her mother, and it enraged her that he would suddenly pick up this bad habit. Julianna didn't look at him, but she was aware of him. Aware of each time he ordered another drink, and only getting madder because of it. She hated the bar scene, she hated the drinking, and now she could add him to the list of things she was beginning to hate.

She only came because she wanted to try to make friends, and this seemed to be a bonding thing they all did. Julianna doubted it would happen again. She'd find a yoga class to make friends in. Walking up to the bar, she ignored Jackson as she ordered a drink. "Can I just get a soda, please?"

[Derek Jackson]

Jackson noticed her come up to the bar, the only space she had been able to reach it was next to where he was seated on the stool. He looked at her, stared at her. He was drunk, that much he knew, and so he had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth. "A soda," he repeated, chuckling with mockery thick in his tone. "Too uptight to get something than can actually loosen her up." He turned to whatever drink he had just gotten, downing it in one gulp before ordering a few more. "Oh wait! I forgot. She aint't talking to me," he said, to not really anyone he cared to talk to, but more so for her to hear. He turned his head to the side to look at her again. "I think you're too close to me right now. Don't you have a rule? There's gotta be like ten feet between us." He was referring to all the distance she had placed between them these past few days. He finished up the last few several drinks he had ordered and staggered to a stand, using the table to help brace him up. He reached into his pocket and started pulling out some bills, having no idea what he was pulling out because everything seemed a bit blurry. When he was able to focus enough, he put them on the table.

"I'll cover her for the soda," he pointed out to the bar tender who gave him a bit of a nod. He wasn't doing it to be nice. He... didn't know why he was doing it. Standing near her, he stepped closer to her, invading any concept of personal space because with all the noise in the bar, he wanted her to hear him very clearly... especially since he was speaking in a low voice. "You ruined my life." Which may sound a tad dramatic, but as he was drunk... it fit. Plus, it wasn't all a lie. He hated that she was making him feel attached to someone; that he had feelings he never wanted to have. It was all your fault. Leaning closer he whispered in her ear, aware that he must smell of alochol but didn't care in this moment. "I hate you for it... but it's impossible to hate you." In his mind, he knew what he was trying to say. That he couldn't hate her... and he hated that he couldn't hate her. With those words, he took a step back, and another, slowly stepping away from her, walking backwards with staggering steps. "Try profiling that!" He challenged her as he pulled out the keys to his car. It was time to go home.