TheClosetKidnapper

Jace catches her. Yes! He kisses her as they both laugh.

A tall, hooded boy around nineteen pushes through the Saloon's doors, strolling right up to the bar. A girl is seated a few stools away, speaking with the bartender. The ...

A chase? Ha, Jace could handle this. ...Well, maybe if the world wasn't lopsided and he wasn't so dizzy... He runs after Rayah anyway, focusing on her and her only.

Jace watches Rayah walk to the other side of the bar and sit down, daring him to follow. He smiles and starts to walk over.

He's seriously drunk now. I don't exactly know where this should go though...What do you think? "Oh, yeah." Jace laughs. He starts to think about what to do, his thoughts ...

Jace laughs with her, numb from the alcohol by now. "I don't think you should place decisions in my hands at this moment." He giggles.

Jace shrugs, smiling. "What do you wanna do?"

Jace feels high off of the feelings in his stomach, and maybe a little drunk, but he swigs half of the Whiskey down and kissed her again.

"Uh, can I have one too?" He asks the bartender, sitting back down and bringing her onto his lap.

"That's a good question." He smiles.

"It's okay." He comforts her. "We can deal if he comes back. You're pretty badass for a sixteen year old."

Jace hugs her back, not quite sure what he did, and finds it makes him warm inside.

Jace sees her brother slap her and stands, pinning his arms behind his back. "You aren't supposed to hit girls."

"So, what do we do know?" He asks her.

"Uh, sure, if you want that." He says