[getting what you want] [Damien]

[Joucho Ayatsuri]

The world was spinning. Okay, so that is a little bit of an understatement considering the fact that the world span on a daily basis. But the world was spinning. I don't think you quite understand the revelation JoJo had when she figured out this vital piece of information. It was like all her christmas's at once because she now knew something. Well, techinically she knew a lot of things, but she knew this particular piece of information and that made all the difference in her mind. Then again, her world was pretty fucked up at the moment. Because she was drunk.

She was drunk as a skunk and she didnt give a crap about it. Because she was having fun and that was all that mattered to her. It didnt matter so much that she was stood in the middle of the dance floor with her arms flung out, almost crouched down because of the revelation she had just had. She didnt care that she looked like an earthquake had just hit and she was feeling the aftermath of it. And she really didnt care about all the strange looks she was getting. Her eyes flickered back and forward as she tried to figure out why everyone else wasnt in a state of shock that the world was spinning. Taking a deep, dizzy inducing breath she straightened up. With a practised motion, she flicked her hair back and staggered forward.

Her outfit was, as she would have said, rather well chosen. The shortest black denim miniskirt that barely covered her bum, a pretty purple top that was both low cut and off the shoulders, her hair pinned up in ringlet curls and the most adorable heels. To others, she looked a bit like the whore she was, but did she care? Did she buggery. Jo crashed in to the bar, her arms crossing and her head lolling forward to rest on said arms. A histerical giggle burst from her lips as she ordered another drink.

I'll get that for you...

A voice cut through the bar-tender and Jo looked up to see a dodgy looking man holding out a ten-dollar bill. Confusion swept across her face as she shook her head, cascades of brown curls fanning out for a moment. The insistence of the man was beginning to freak her out. Still, the drink was bought and within a moment, the fiery liquid was down her neck. She felt another wave of dizzyness hit her moments before she fell. Greasy hands grabbed her and pulled her upright, but they wouldnt let go of her. She felt the tug of the hands, but she stayed where she was, pulling against it.

"Get off of me, right now!"

She commanded, the air of authority lost as she slurred the words at the end. Still, it didnt work and as she tried to get away from him the grip only got harder. She had been in this situation more times than she could remember, but for the first time, her mind was blank for what she should do. Panic began to creep at her as the grip tightened, threatening to pull her away once and for all.

[Damien Sinclair]

Damien walked in to the, pushing a few people aside as he did so. The place was packed, and over-flowing with alcohol. Which was just what he wanted. Sophia was entirely pleased with his actions, but she wasn't assulting him with mental abuse at the moment, so he guess she accepted it to some extent. Though she'd probabbly send him on the guilt trip of all guilt trips next time he saw her. Damien reached the bar, and ordered his drink. He gulped the liquid hurridly, and then set the glass down on the bar again. He glanced around, it was the same old place. Dancing and drunks. His gaze passed on a man groping a dark haired girl, and then he suddenly glanced back. He knew that dark haired girl. Saphi. His fists clenched, and he itched to go over and punch the man out. However, he knew how Saphi got and for all he knew this was just her latest game.

Then he heard her words.

He was out of his chair and shoving people aside before he even realised what he was doing. He ignored the shouts, and just shoved himself towards the pair. He reached out and caught the man by the collar, yanking him backwards away from Saphi. The man staggered as he suddenly found himself a good distance away from the girl he'd been planning on 'seducing'.

"I think the lady wants you to leave..."

He growled, his eyes narrowed.

"That's what you say. Her outfit says-"

Whatever the man was about to say was lost along with his conciousness. Damien's fist collided with his face, sending him sprawling onto the floor. The effects of the alchohol and the dangerous amount force packed into the punch, made the man black out. The crowd shifted back slightly, deciding maybe they didn't want to get in this young mans way.

"Saphi?"

He turned to look at her, and automatically checking to see she was okay. She didn't seem to be hurt, just very drunk and very vulnerable. He sighed. Between Saphi and Sophia, what chance did he have for not looking after drunk females?

"Time to go."

He informed the brunette, wrapping a strong arm around her waist to tuck her closer to his side, and to keep her upright. He began to pull her through the crowds, using his other arm to shove people away and make a clear path. It didn't take long to reach the door, and get out onto the street. Good, because he knew it wouldn't take long for Saphi to figure out who it was who'd just taken her drunk self away from more alchohol, and that normally meant shouting. Though she was very unpredictable in this state...

ooc: icky.

[Joucho Ayatsuri]

The mans grip was beginning to get painful. She could see his intent, the raging red of desire shimmering around him. Perhaps shimmering was the wrong word, more blazing out of him. But Jo had no control over it. When she got drunk, he powers were completely void, it was like she could see the colours but she couldnt manipulate them. Okay, so that was exactly what happened. The frustration was clear in her eyes, then muggy black of the drunkedness mixed with a soft red, a different kind of red. All in all, her eyes were rather strange looking. But nothing was more strange looking to her than the man being launched across the dance floor and literally being floored.

"Oh..."

Was her only response before the warm arm was round her waist, draggin her forward. For a moment, she seemed content to get dragged by the strange man, but as her eyes refocassed, outrage coursed through her. Damien Sinclair. He was her rescuer. Rage once again rose up as she dug her heels in to the floor, straining to get away from him. He was her ex and ever since they had broken up, he was been like a bad smell. He always hung around when he wasn't with his creepy cousin Sophia and Jo always seemed to be on the recieving end of his chivilarity. They were outside now, her futile attempts at escape out of the window. As the cold air hit her, she stopped dead, spinning away. Well, she would have spun away with perfect ease if it hadnt been for the alcohol. Instead, she ened up on the floor with a groan of pain.

"You... What are you doing here? I was perfectly fine in there, I was just about ready to give that man a piece of my mind when you turned up. I could have handled it myself, thank you very much"

Her speech would have bee a little more impressive if she hadnt been on the floor, pointing a finger at him with a completely bewildered look on her face. It also might have been a little more impressive had her words not almost melded together to create one long massive super word. But that didnt matter to her. For a moment she glared at Damien, taking in the dark black of rage that surronded him, before her head in the floor with a crack. It was rather comfortable on the floor... she could get quite used to this.

[Damien Sinclair]

Damien didn't protest as she moved away from him, even though he knew it would probabbly end up painfully for her. It wasn't his right to hold her anymore, he lost that a long time ago. He regretted it, but the past was the past. So he moved the arm holding her to his side, and watched her spin away. He was right, about the pain part. She hit the floor, and was now glaring up at him as she slurred words in his general direction. Her raised his eyebrows at her, and then held up his hands palm up in mock surrender. He was well practised with dealing with druken girls, though it was easier with Sophia. Seeing as she didn't hate his guts and all. So he took a breath and went out on a limb, hoping her alchol-riddled thoguhts would work in his favour.

"You're right Saphi. But he's not worth you're time, so I thought I'd save you the hassel and get rid of him for you. Seeing how you're so superior to him and all, why degrade yourself? That's why we're outside. That bar is not good enough for you, you shouldn't have to waste another second, you're too good for that place... Right?"

He said calmly, trying to supress the desire to march back inside and kill that man. He could wrap a sheild around Saphi to keep her safe while he did it and then- He shook his head free of the murderous thoughts, and stepped over towards the girl. He did wrap a sheild around her, a bubble to surround her from the people entering and leaving the bar. He didn't want her trampled to death afterall. Damien walked closer, and then sat down on the street next to her, including himself within the bubble. He didn't really like the idea of her on the floor, but he hadn't figured out how he was going to get her to move - aside from dragging her. That was still an option...

[Joucho Ayatsuri]

Things with Damien never ended badly. In fact, for Jo, things with Damien were pretty good. But then again, that was the thing. Things had ended. And it didnt matter that Jo hadn't meant to mess it up. It didnt matter that she actually cared a lot about him, because she had thrown it away. And there was no point in wallowing about what was and what could have been because where would that get her? No where. Plus the fact that it was near on impossible for her to actually think clearly at the moment. His voice washed over her, and though she didnt quite understand what he was saying, he seemed to be complimenting her. The last words she heard was 'right'. Now that was something she could understand.

"Right! I am so much better than that dump anyway!"

She agreed, perhaps one of the only times she would have agreed with him. Still, as he walked closer, her body became completely rigid, which was kind of awkward, considering the fact that she was curled up on the floor, head flat on the ground, cheek pressed against the cool concrete. She didnt notice the bubble of protection that encased her because she could still see Damien's colours, though she didnt exactly pay much attention to them. When he sat down, she thought about moving but decided against it. The ground was cold and comfortable.

"What are you doing here, Day? What do you care that I get mixed up with the wrong person?"

She mumbled against the sidwalk, breathing through squished up lips. To him, she probably looked rather hilarious, her lips squashed together in a deformed 'O' shape, curled up with her hands against her chest and her legs splayed out on the concrete. But she didnt honestly care what he thought about her. The dizzyness had come back and the world was spinning again. Another hysterical giggle rushed from her as the revelation took its hold, and for a moment she couldnt stop. When she did, she was breathless and wide-eyed, which must have been a familar expression to him.

[Damien Sinclair]

It had worked. For that he was sure there was a god somewhere he should be thanking. If not, then who knew what would happen. At least when he was drunk she couldn't claim his emotions. He'd learnt from past experiance that she couldn't change his feelings when inehbriated. Which meant the games she liked to play were out, which was always a good thing. Her words made him sigh softly, and pass a hand over his eyes. How was he meant to answer that? As far as he concerned, every person was the wrong person. Unless they were him, he didn't want her with anyone. He couldn't stop her, she had freedom now. She was free to do what she wanted, and he had to sit back and bit his lip. Pretend it was fine, when all he wanted to do was steal her away and make her his again. He couldn't tell her that.

"I care Saphi... Because we know you deserve better... You deserve the best."

He murmured the last words, a smile on his lips as he looked at her. Typical Saphi. The lucid giggling and her wide eyed expression...For a moment he was thrown back into the past, seeing memories and laughter. Before they were just memories. Just the past. He chuckled softly at her expression, checking his desire to reach out and brush away the curls from her face.

"Silly Saphi, what am I going to do with you?"

He asked, tilting his head to one side as he considered her. He was going to have to find a way to get her back to the school at somepoint. How though...?

[Joucho Ayatsuri]

She could feel the ground beneath her spinning, yet it did not matter to her at the moment. Her round eyes were once again a muggy black, the black/green of intoxication. Soon enough her eyes would become more green as the alcohol hit her system, but it would be the green of poison that would stain her eyes. She was well used to going to hospital for alcohol poisoning, so that fact was simply another in a long line of things she should care about but didn't. Damien spoke and despite herself, she raised her eyes to look at him, confused seeping in the form of a purplish hue across her eyes. Well, at least she was easy to read.

"Awh come on Day, you don't honestly believe that crap do you?"

And for a moment, she sounded half way sober. It was a constructed sentence and she didnt slurr her words once. The lighter purple of triumph caught her before she flopped back down on the the ground, breathing deeply. It smelled pretty bad down here, and she was sure that the purple top she was wearing would have been ruined, but like her eye colour, she didnt actually care. For a second, the random emotion of outrage ripped through her and she felt word vomit splurring forward. You know, the type that just comes out of nowhere and splatters itself on the sidewalk for anyone to gawk at. Well that was what she felt now.

"Oh no..."

Was her only warning before she hauled herself up to lean heavily on her hands while she threw up. It wasnt word vomit as she had first suspected. Damn it. It left her feeling empty and weak, the black in her eyes fading to a sickly grey. Rolling away from the vomit so that she was closer to Damien than she would have liked to be, she surveyed the mess on the street. She needed water. Getting up, however, proved the harder part of that statement. She was on her knees, her hands braced against the floor when another fit of giggles took her. They were random, and considering her previous illness, completely unexplained. But then again, with Jo, when was it ever explained. She managed to stand up, but not for long. She hit the floor with another thump to the head. It was then that she decided Damien might be of some use.

"Damien... Can I have some water please?"

Being drunk certainly bought out the best in her. She was polite and helpful when she was drunk, a trait that wouldnt have even been possible in her sober state. She lay a few feet away in the same feotal position as before, face just as squashed in to the ground as it had been, though her right hand was stretched towards Damien as if he already had that glass of water she had asked for. Her eyes, still sickly grey, began to seep once again into the murky blackness of intoxication. Once more she remarked on how comfortable this floor was and closed her eyes. She really was very tired.

[Damien Sinclair]

Damien turned his gaze to the drunken people staggering along the road, singing old songs to themselves. Why couldn't Saphi be more like that when she was drunk? Happy enough to be lead home, rather than reducing him to being sat next to her on the street, trying to devise a cunning plan to trick her into returning back to the school. Then again, the idea that she'd follow people anywhere they happened to lead her when she was drunk wasn't exactly appealing either. If only she'd follow him, then their problems would be solved. Or even, if she didn't allow herself to get this drunk, but that was a fools dream. Getting drunk was what she did.

For a moment, suprise flickering across his face as she managed to make sense. He was filled with the shocking hope that she was beginging to sober up and that thier time on the sidewalk was coming to an end. Her words weren't slurred, and she was getting an edge back to her tone. She was only polite to him when she was drunk, so that was a good sign. Even though it meant he'd have the listen to her screaming abuse at him. Well, at least she'd be safe, he'd deal with the screaming. His hopes were short lived though, as she promptly threw up everywhere, and then rolled towards him. So much for that.

"Water? Sure, let's go get you some water hun."

Enough was enough now. She wasn't lying on the sidewalk throwing up, and if she needed water he'd get her some. He just wasn't going to leave her there while he went to find some. No, he'd take her with him and where better place to get her water than the school? He sighed softly, and then in a quick action, scooped her up from the floor in a practised motion. Saphi and Sophia had made him well adapted with such procedures. He got to his feet easily, shifting Saphi in his arms slightly, into a bridal style of carrying her. Her then wrapped the sheild tightly around her form, in case she wriggled free. She'd hit her head enough times allready, and he wasn't sure it would be a good idea for her to smack it again.

"Home time now Saphi."

He declared, and started to walk up the street.

[Joucho Ayatsuri]

Her attention was consumed. But not, as many people would be, by Damien. She had already had Damien and now he was just the hopeful tag-a-long. No, JoJo's attention was consumed at once by the ant that crawled across the sidwalk. For her, this was now the center of the universe. She could think of nothing more interesting than the ant that had now paused to consider how to climb up on to the curb. A giggle ran through Jo again as she reached over, offering a ramp in the shape of her finger. The ant hesitated for a moment before clambering up on to her hand.

It was then that the floor disappeared for Jo. Her head lolled back with the sudden disappearance, her hands flinging back. The ant must have gone flying, because when Jo lifted her hand back up, the ant had gone. Still, Damien was warm and his arms were familiar. For a moment, her rational mind considered argueing, ordering him to put her down. Her mind couldnt put the words together even if she concentrated. So she snuggled back against Damien, breathing his familiar scent in. For a moment, the only emotion that gripped her was loss. Her eyes emptied, but she was glad that she had the sense to look away. If he saw that emotion in her eyes, god only knows what he would think. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against the crook of his arm so that she was completely cradled against him.

"Thank you Damien..."

She murmered and as before, her words weren't slurred. Perhaps she had drunk herself sober, but whatever it was, the words were making a bit of sense. And then he was moving, walking forward. Forward, she had no idea which was forward was. But Damien was sensible, and therefore he was probably heading for the school. Jo moved her mouth, then at once regretted it. The taste of the vomic was strong in her mouth and it almost made her gag again, but she held on to it. Taking a deep breath, elevating her lungs she managed to keep ahold of her stomach. However, the intake of oxygen made her head spin, inducing the alcohol once more. It set her off.

"I'm sorry Damien... It didnt mean anything... But you dont believe me do you? You never would believe me..."

Her mumbling was complete nonsense, but she knew that Damien would know what she was one about. For a moment she considered chasing her own words away, but the thought made her head spin once more. It was better to stay silent and pretend that you didnt know what you'd just said, that would make everything better.

[Damien Sinclair]

Damien bit back a laugh as she managed to produce words that didn't stagger into the night and collapse in a heap on the pavemnt. You could almost believe she was sober, if it was not for the fact she was still being polite. Sober Saphi never uttered the word 'thank you'. It just wasn't done. As she shifted herself into a more comfortable position in his arms, he allowed himslef a glance downwards. He was grateful that her eyes were closed, becuase his rage was fading now and he didn't want her to be able to see how he was feeling. It was bad enoough he lowered his defenses enough around her in the first place, the fact she could see his every feeling added insult to injury. He still couldn't hide from her.

However her next words made him want to drop her on the pavement and run untill he didn't know where he was. Anger flared again, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. He didn't want those memories in his head anymore, he'd tried to to kill them off so long ago. Drowned them in alchohol, beat them out with so many punch-ups, even tried to loose them in other people. He'd come so close recently, and then like a slap in the face she'd sent them all roaring back to life. He didn't know if she meant the words, whether they were true or not. He didn't want to focus on them though. Not for a second. He didn't need that day looping in his head over and over again...

"Yeah, I know Saphi. It mean nothing."

The words seemed different coming from his lips. Angrier. Becuase that was what hurt the most, it meant nothing to her. It was just something to do when she had nothing better to do. It was too casual with her. It always had been, but he'd tried to look past it. Tried to ignore it, tried to push away those niggling doubts but no matter how hard he tried they stayed. And then they were right there in front of him. The cold bitter truth; it meant nothing.

[Joucho Ayatsuri]

She was sleepy. Laying in Damien's arms was a great kick in the teeth, but it was comfortable and warm, just like old times. She began to drift, her eyes rolling swiftly back in to her head only to be forced back again. She didnt want to sleep, she wanted to look at Damien. No, she didn't. What did she want to do that for? The thought struck home that she was lain in Damien's arms and the shock of it began to wear the alcohol off of her brain. She was careful to stay still as he carried her, but she was aware of her surrondings, forcing her thoughts in to coherancy. When she was sure she could hold a sentance together, she glanced at him. With satisfaction she took in the angry black of the colours that surronded him.

"Then again Damien, you never did care what happened that day... you were too angry to even listen to what Tommy and I had to say. And here you are, still lost in the past..."

She said, the vicious streak in her throat matching the bright zeal of red in her eyes. It was tinted with purple at the edges, the colour of revenge. She pushed her hips upward, arching her back so that she slipped out of Damien's grasp. She was still in side his bubble sheild and that made it so much easier. Her Insignia glowed an icey blue as she manipulated the colours around Damien, throwing anger at him like it was no tomorrow. She managed to change to black to red before she launched herself back out of the sheild. She was not going to be there when the anger she had placed on Damien erupted. It was tempting to try and calm him down then re-enter his sheild just to mess with him some more, but that would be too much hard work. A cruel smile flickered over her lips as she stopped in front of Damien, her arms cross at her stomach.

"Tell me what it felt like Damien, when you walked in to find me in bed with Tommy... Were you angry? Or were you upset? Betrayed?"

She asked him, taunting him far more than was necessary. Her nose twitched gently as her eyes shone red, the vindictive colours flashing against her pale skin. She was really asking for it this time, but she doubted very much Damien would give it to her. He was too despondant at the moment to do anything she wanted him to. No doubt Sophia would hear of this... Jo chuckled gently as a scene began to unfold in her mind. She hadn't spoken to Sophia in ages... a slag match was surely due any moment. That would be fun!

[Damien Sinclair]

Damien should have known it was too good to be true. Once a bitch, always a bitch and Saphi was most definatley a bitch. At her words, his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched tightly. How dare she...? For a moment, he was so furious he couldn't actually speak. It was probabbly for the best that she slid from his arms, before he threw her to the pavement. He was forever protecting her, keeping her safe from the people who tried to hurt her. It was moments like this that reminded him why he had to be around to protect her, because right now he could see what the rest of them thought. He really wanted to hurt her. His anger only continued to grow, the black flames fanned by Saphi's own spiteful, vindictive nature. She was clearly taking great delight in the fact she could cause such anger in him. He shouldn't have let her into the sheild, he should have left her to fend for herself. She could have woken up with some stranger, or gained conciousness in an alley somewhere... She would have deserved it. The bitch.

"I was angry, yeah. But at least I saw the truth. You're nothing but desperate. You're grabbing whatever you can get becuase you know times ticking. Right now you're sexy, and young and beautiful, but what happens when you're not? What have you got then? Nothing. You'll just be another has-been, wasted, dried up bitter old hag. And you know what? That's all you deserve."

He snarled, not really thinking about what he was saying, not really caring. All he wanted was to hurt her, and becuase he would never physically hurt the girl with intent, he had to hope his words would have an effect.

"They want you for your body, but that's it. You're nothing to them Saphi. They see you like you see everyone else... Nothing. Just something shaggable. Doesn't that make you feel special Princess Saphi? Oh, and next time, tell Tommy he can save you..."

He spat the words, and then began to storm up the road, not wanting to see the smug smirk on her face.

[Joucho Ayatsuri]

She could see it, his colours darkening and becoming far more black than she had origionally infused him with. It was one thing to mess with his emotions when they were opposite, but to add more rage to an already foaming-at-the-mouth bull was just stupid. And that was all the more reason for JoJo to do it. Winding people up was one of her favourite pass-times, and with Damien it was even better. She knew all the little things that made him hurt. She knew every little detail that would have him on the floor in seconds, wishing he had never lived. But she was a merciful bitch when she was drunk, so she let that one slide.

"Yes Damien, you are so right. I applaude you on your unbeatable sense of logic there. You should win something for that big, fat head of yours."

By agreeing with him, he had no reason to turn round and argue back, and as he stormed up the road, she let the laugh she had deep in her throat fly free. It was mocking and evil, though there was an emptiness that began to seep towards her heart. Perhaps she had pushed him a bit too far... As soon as the thought entered her head, she shoved it back out. What did she care if Damien hated her, it wasn't like anything would change. Still, it was fun to have him lap as her feet every time she was near. For a moment, she considered following him just to see him cry, but she thought better of it. There was more alcohol in that bar, and that nice man was looking even more welcoming now he was outside and searching. A glint stole the colour from her eyes as she stalked forward, a seductive smile flickering quickly over her lips. Her nights a-whoring wasn't quite over yet...

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