Jar cringed at Rhett calling Davy’s mom a milf. Well, she
was, but that was beside the point, talking like that was a surefire way to get Davy all squirrelly. Sure enough, it did just that; Davy was out of here, but not before passing off his backpack stash of that
good shit to Rhett. Jareth watched as his skater friend beat feet as fast and as far as he could from the party action “
Hey, forget the donuts, then!” he called out teasingly and then shrugged before looking back at Rhett.
“
That’s some strong green bro, be a hero and share it with the people,” the emo said as he pointed to the paper bag in Rhett’s hand. Giving that some thought, he said: “
Better yet, throw it on the bonfire, then we’ll all be lit!” Jareth chuckled and slapped Rhett on the shoulder with his free hand. He inspected the supersoaker in his other hand before smirking at Ari. The kid looked like he was only semi-conscious, yet miraculously still standing upright. Jar didn’t really know him to smoke much pot, and he had taken a huge hit off of Davy’s offering earlier - Ari was mostly like floating somewhere above cloud nine… or nineteen.
While Ari was staring off at who-knows-what, Jar lifted the paint-filled supersoaker and squinted one eye as if he were a sniper, “
Adassi!” he called, spooking his unsuspecting bandmate to look his way. Jar pulled the plastic trigger and nailed his best friend right in the neck - he was aiming for the cheek, but whatever - before he burst into a fit a high-pitched laughter, the kind that only came out when he was genuinely caught off guard by something that was really funny.
Ari was knocked off-balance (or, more than he already was, anyway), and quickly stumbled away to avoid any more bullets. His brain didn’t know exactly what hit him, but whatever it was, the pain was numbed by his BAC. He whirled around after a few moments of wobbling to face Jar, blinking wide eyes at the perpetrator. And to think he once had true friends. “
You shot me,” he accused, lifting a finger to point daringly at Jar, and finally falling on his ass. “
Dickhead…” But he chose to forgive Jar, because he’s just that nice, and the singer looked, like, ten times better when Ari was this drunk.
“
Hey, hey..” Jar was still stifling his laughter. “
First one to get covered in all the colors has to help Jessie carry his drumset to the next gig. Deal?” When Ari reluctantly agreed and gradually got to his feet, Jareth dropped his current green-filled gun and tore off through the sand in search of another, stumbling a hardy amount along the way. The first he came across was a small pistol full of neon orange and, once in hand, he began to scan the crowd for his target. Ari was nowhere to be found, where the hell did he go? The answer came in the form of an assaulting stream of hot pink paint across his right arm and torso. “
Ahh, sheeiitt, fuckin’ pink, mate?!” he called out and then laughed again. Jar raised the pistol and rapid-fired the orange paint at Ari. It came out in pathetic little squirts compared to the soakers, but it still counted! Not wanting Ari to get his hands on the orange gun, Jareth quickly took off with it, losing himself in the crowd of people on the dancefloor.
Rhett and the party planning crew got a real deal DJ for the party and everything, and the tunes he was bumping tempted Jareth to dance with the others, but he had a mission. A self appointed, silly mission, but a mission nonetheless! Jar ditched the pistol by the DJ booth where he found a new weapon with fluorescent blue ammunition. Jareth caught sight of Ari running nearby and chased after him. When Jar had thought he finally had a clear shot, he fired, but the shorter emo dodged out of the way and the friendly fire struck an innocent bystander. Ari didn’t seem to mind, or even register that their game had reached some poor onlooker; he just fell back down again, cackling triumphant that he’d managed to dodge a shot while so drunk.
“
Oh damn, sorry!” Jar apologized quickly to the girl before realizing who it was.
’Oh damn’ was right… that was Evelyn Harding whose shirt he just coated with blue paint. Evelyn Harding, who earns more in a week than he has in his entire career as a musician. She was dripping with beauty and talent… and now glow-in-the-dark paint as well. Jareth fought the urge to both cringe, and kill his best friend for dodging that shot, of all the shots he could have dodged.
Bored. Tremendously bored. There wasn’t enough vodka in her cup for this party. The raven haired woman leaned against the standing pole that held the tent for drinks. The female musician was listening to her moody friend almost moments ago until the dancing queen dismissed herself to ‘get some air’ by the water. Eve’s hazel orbs observed her friend walk away, keeping most of her thoughts to herself and simply responding with short one liners. Alyssa had disappeared the moment they entered the glow-in-the-dark shindig searching for the ‘king-to-be’. That kid had no idea what he was involuntarily getting himself involved in. If there was one thing that the Unholy Trinity was good at it was… changing circumstances to their liking. Sure, Rhett had potential but he wasn’t king material… not yet, at least.
Alone now, the songstress brought her cup to her succulent lips, letting the burning scent fill her nostrils, before drinking her ‘juice’ with ease. While she drank in solitary bliss, she felt a sudden blast of blue on her white adidas shirt, some even got on her black coat.
Phenomenal. Bringing her cup down, Eve glanced at the perpetrator: Jareth Wells. Her expression was unreadable as they stared at each other for a brief, unnerving second. She wasn’t opposed of the boy. If anything, she did acknowledge his talents in music but that’s really all she’s cared to know about him. That was more than she knew about most people, so for Eve to know even an inkling about him was an immense compliment. Bringing up her pointer finger for him to wait but also to not move, she brought her cup back to her lips and within seconds, she swallowed the rest of her drink - which was an unhealthy amount of vodka, straight. She didn’t flinch or show any signs of the burning or the twisting and turning in her stomach. When she was done, the raven gave her cup to some random geek before making her way to the emo kid. The fact that she stood completely silent didn’t make their first meeting any better, but the music and roaring of party goers helped ease the tension. With poise and subtle sensuality, she approached Jareth, inches away from him. Her hazel orbs scanned from his chest up until she locked his gaze with her’s. “
Jareth, right?”
He swallowed hard,
oh boy. She knew his name… was that a good sign? A bad sign? The look on her face made it seem like a bad sign, but he did just ruin her most likely expensive outfit. “
Uhh, yeah. Sorry again... Ari is a quick bastard.” he smiled halfway and struggled to maintain eye contact, glancing at Ari to break it. He had imagined countless scenes of his first time officially meeting
the Evelyn Harding, and this one was most certainly
not in the top five list. Jar had crushed on this girl pretty much instantly when she had arrived at BHHS, but who hadn’t? She’s an
actual celebrity. His frazzled mind tried to come up with ways to repair her first impression of him. “
Can I.. get you something else to drink to make up for it?” he asked, knowing that she had just drained her cup. Lord knows he wasn’t quite drunk enough for this party, especially after seeing she-who-shall-not-be-named from the corner of his eye. Nope, definitely not drunk enough to be dealing with
that woman, or the one in front of him now.
“
If you’re offering, I won’t refuse. Why don’t you walk with me? Check out the shoreline.” This was the songstress’ invitation for him to spend a moment to make a better impression. She was in a good mood - as far as Eve was willing to be happy for the night - so he was lucky. The main thing that annoyed her about this event was… the beach was a sacred place to her and now imbeciles were defiling it. Oh well. She was here to inspect and mingle. Might as well start with this kid first. Glancing over at the drink table and then back at Jareth, she cooed, “
Surprise me. I like my drinks strong. I’ll be waiting over there.” Eve gestured at an area near the bonfire, by the water, away from most of the crazy drunks and horny teens. Without waiting for a reply, she sauntered off into the crowd of people. He did have a choice. He could choose to ditch this opportunity, or he could go after it, full throttle. The consequences for either decision were unknown.
As soon as Evelyn’s back was to him, Jareth exhaled long and relaxed for the first time since their encounter had begun. The next thing he did was shoot Ari the biggest
’what the fuck?!’ glare he could muster. Ari didn’t look exactly happy with that invitation - after all, that was
his friend, and they were totally in the middle of a game, but the only protest he made was in the helpless expression he wore. Jareth’s relaxation was short-lived, as he had to figure out what the hell kind of drink to make Eve. Jareth walked over to the refreshment table and stared at the plethora of booze. He stared at the bottles and thought to himself.
What do girls drink? Well, Eve wasn’t just some girl… she was a rockstar, and from the looks of how she downed whatever was in that neon solo cup, she went hard. Whiskey. Rockstars definitely liked whiskey - that was almost universal, at least he thought so. Of all the whiskeys he has had, Jack is his favorite, so Jar went with that and poured nearly a triple into both cups, finishing them off with hardly a splash of cola. She said she liked a strong drink, here’s hoping she did! With a deep preparatory breath, Jar took the drinks to the beautiful siren waiting fireside for him.
“
Surprise!” he said with a wide smile as he somewhat flamboyantly presented her with the cup. It was all in fun, and he shocked even himself with the sudden burst of confidence. Hell, it would be best to be himself around her anyway, right? She was famous, she would choose to love him or hate him regardless of what he did, so he might as well just do his thing. Or maybe that was just false confidence this buzz and Davy’s weed was giving him, he normally only felt this alive on stage. Whatever it was, he was going with it. “
Do you surf?” he asked as they started walking toward the shoreline. She probably didn’t, he imagined she was quite a busy person, but it wasn’t an uncommon hobby for Southern Californians to have.
Walking beside Jareth, not fazed by his exuberance, Evelyn had taken off her shoes and placed them in her purse, wanting to feel the sand against her feet. The beach at night could be one of the most calming experiences, add a party to the equation and there was no such thing. Looking ahead, her dark hair gently moving with the breeze, she responded with her tantalizing, velvety voice, “
The crowd and the web.” Her gaze never wavered from what was in front of her as they walked aimlessly.
“
Same. Tried the real thing once and just... embarrassed myself.” Jar chimed in with a chuckle. Eve appreciated the drink he gave her and nodded, which symbolized her ‘thank you’. She would not confirm or deny if she liked the drink, she simply just drank. Jareth wondered if he should say something else, or ask another question. Although, she did pull them away from the rowdy party, so maybe she just wanted a few quiet moments. Jar kept silent and sipped at his own drink.
“
I know how to make wine.” Eve said, assuming he wanted to know something she did outside of music, Eve gave him a random fact, before continuing, “
Tell me a bit about yourself, you do… screamo, if I remember correctly?” After taking a sip of her drink, she added, “
I’m not completely in the dark when it comes to our local music scene.”
Jar was once again stunned. Not only did she know his name, but she also knew about CrimSon. He nearly cringed at the thought that it might have been Jade that told her about him. Gods, who knows what kind of poison she was spitting about him. “
Yeah, screamo… at least that’s what we attempt.” he followed her gaze out towards the waves as they walked in stride. “
Like you said, we’re pretty much only a local band… but a guy can dream of more.” he said with a shrug. Of course, it meant a whole lot more to him than a simple shrug. Making it wasn’t just a dream, it was a goal. He couldn’t imagine spending his life doing anything other than making music with his boys. What would be the point? He glanced back at her now, she wanted to know more about him, but he couldn’t come up with any facts as fun as wine making. “
I play piano too. Classical stuff, so I’m not all screams and guitars.” he laughed lightly. “
I picked it up when I was young… how old were you when you started making music?” Jar asked, hoping the question wouldn’t offend her. Most people liked to talk about themselves, that probably counted double for semi-famous people, right? Maybe not…
Before she answered, Eve took another silent sip of her drink. He at least knew how to keep up a conversation and she appreciated that. “
Piano as well. Started around the age of 3. My band got together when I was 12… yeah, music is all I’ve ever known.” Her voice was distant and indifferent but she indulged him with some facts about her.
Jareth raised his brows, though you couldn’t really tell from behind his fringe. “
Wow, really?! You started East of Eden when you were twelve? Damn… I was fifteen when I started CrimSon… but it was kind of just Ari and I making a lot of noise in my garage.” he looked down at his feet kicking up sand and laughed. “
We were kinda shit, really... But I get what you mean, music has a way of becoming all that you know.” Jareth wanted to ask her more but didn’t want to come off as just another fanboy, or worse - a
wannabe rockstar - so instead he quietly bit his lip ring and moved it back and forth with his tongue - a nervous habit of his.
“
We all have to start somewhere. If you’re passionate enough, I’m sure you’ll get where you want to go.” Eve encouraged her fellow musician colleague, which isn’t something many people get to experience with her. Another large swig of her drink went down her throat. This conversation could get personal, though, Eve wasn’t one to shed light on the inside scoop of her life. That being said, she didn’t mind this conversation. It wasn’t like he’d use any information she gave him against her - if he did, well, she’d ruin him. Jar seemed far too.. Spirited. Youthful. Hopeful. Driven. She was, at least, driven (and only spirited when she was in her element: singing), but her drive didn’t matter because she knew she would get what she wanted. She always did. Perhaps, ruthless was a better term that suited the songstress.
Evelyn Harding was raised to be a money making machine - what more could you ask for? “
Y’know, I don’t consider you to be a screaming, annoying fan. I wouldn’t have known your name if I did, so feel free to… express yourself in your usual way. Celebrity or not, I’m just Eve.” Down her drink went again. Her actions were methodical, as if she was very aware of her every move, like a meticulous chess player. Yet, even the way she drank seemed to have… a routine to it. “
My situation was more a bunch of fortunate kids with famous parents were forced together to make something great. I love them all, but my story isn’t as… sentimental as your’s.”
Jareth stopped toying with his lip ring and thought on her words. “
Oh…” he remarked. This whole conversation was surprising him. From the way people at school talked about Eve, it gave the impression that she was some horrid bitch. The vapid students of BHHS certainly talked a lot of shit, though, he should have known better than to believe any of it. Because here he was, walking along the beach with Evelyn, being encouraged to be himself, and having what seemed like genuine conversation about a shared passion. How high was he right now? Surely he would snap out of this weird ass daydream anytime now. Jar pressed his lips in a straight line before asking a somewhat personal question that her last statement inspired.“
Do you still... enjoy it, even now that East of Eden has made it big?” he asked. It wasn’t meant to be a prying question, it was just from one aspiring musician to a fairly successful one. Was the climb to the top a worthy one?
The symphonic metal singer stopped in her tracks. He had so much genuine curiosity and care, admirable really. They had reached large rocks in their passing. Turning her body to look directly at her companion, her chest inches away from him, her bewitching gaze claiming his stare, her lips pulling into a devilish, yet alluring smirk, that would cause a chill to run up Jareth’s spine, Eve pleasantly chuckled, “
Let’s play a game. I’ll give you three challenges. Succeed the first one, I’ll answer all these questions. Succeed the second one, you can ask me more. Succeed the third one, I’ll let you be mine tonight, what do you say?” If he wanted to know her, she wouldn’t make it easy. Eve was never easy. Plus, she was playful, drunk, and didn’t mind the entertainment . Might as well have fun with her new pet. A game hard to resist. Those were always the best kind.
Challenge Accepted.
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