The Moosehead Tavern [1]

I shrug looking back at my brother. "Well.. I guess he's suffered enough" I got off the tool and got my knife out, cutting the strings. "Now go." I said pointing to the door as he slapped me. "Ow!" I hammered.

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

I smiled. "Can you just go dude?" I said to my brother as he ran out. I ran over to Jace and hugged him. "Thanks for standing up for me."

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

"I wonder why he just ran out. He never gives up that easily." I said concered. Maybe he wasn't done. I looked scared.

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

I laughed. "Ha, yeah I guess.." I smiled slightly. I rested my head on his shoulder. "Why does this always happen to me.."

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

"Yeah I know..." I smiled. I sit back down at the bar. "Can I have a Whiskey?" I asked. The bartender nodded. I glanced at Jace.

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

I kiss him. Then take a sip of my drink. Then I laugh while playing with Jace's hair.

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.

I laugh. "Haha, so what do you wanna do?" I asked smiling.

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

"I dont know. You tell me..." I kissed him again. I started laughing.