Blurred Ch. 3 revised--snickered down. HAHAHA
Just as the words left Justin's mouth, Kirbie yanked Chris's arm behind his back and she pushed him against the wall. She bent his wrist back, painfully applying pressure to the sensitive carpal tunnel nerve in his wrist.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, mister?" She yelled into Chris's ear.
"Wha...OUCH!" Chris responded, wincing in pain, his cheek pressed against the wall. "Guys, help me!"
"I ain't touchin' her," JC snorted. "She could kick my ass in about two seconds. You're on your own, ."
"Chris, this is Officer Killer Angell," Justin said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Officer Angell, this is Chris Kirkpatrick. I think there's been a big misunderstanding here. Would you mind letting him go?"
"I'll let him go when I'm good and damned ready," Kirbie snarled. She turned back to Chris. "Are you gonna keep your hands and your lips to yourself, or do I have to cuff you, buddy?"
"I'll behave," Chris whimpered pitifully.
Kirbie released him and stepped back, straightening her clothes.
"I have never, in all my years of police work, been mistaken for a stripper. Or a prostitute. Or whatever the hell you thought I was," she said, shaking her head. She was breathing hard, and her cheeks were flushed pink from embarassment and shock. She stood away from the rest of them, and placed her hands on her slender hips. "Would somebody please tell me where I can go to get reassigned?"
"I'm sorry," Chris said, blushing profusely. "It's my birthday, and I thought..."
"He thought I sent you to strip for him," JC interrupted. "This is my fault. I've been kidding with him, telling him I was going to send a stripper for his birthday. I did, but she's not supposed to show up until after the show. I'm really sorry about all of this."
Kirbie eyed him suspiciously. She wasn't sure if she should believe him or not. He had a look about him that made her not trust him. Her eyes happened to settle on Justin and the smug look on his face. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Oh come on, Angell," Justin laughed. "Get over it. It was an honest mistake. No harm done."
"Apparently, the fact that this... man... just felt me up escaped your attention!" Kirbie said, astonished by his lack of concern. "Are you aware that that is sexual harassment?"
"Oh puh-leaze," Justin groaned, rolling his eyes. "It was a mistake. An accident. He didn't mean it. But, then again, you wouldn't know anything about forgetting about little mistakes, would you, officer?"
"Mr. Timberlake, I was doing my job when I wrote you that ticket. I don't know how many times I have to explain myself?"
"Forget it, Killer. I don't even care anymore," Justin grumbled. "Go. Leave. I don't give a shit."
"Wait!" Chris exclaimed as Kirbie headed for the door. "Please don't go. I'm really, really sorry."
"Sure you are, Sparky," Kirbie muttered. "Go find somebody else to grub on, cause I ain't bitin'."
"No, really," Chris said, gently grasping her arm. "You have no idea how embarassed I am, officer. Please, accept my apology."
Kirbie looked into his pleading brown eyes. She actually felt sorry for him. He looked so pitiful.
"You're really embarassed, aren't you?" She asked, grinning slightly.
"You have NO idea," Chris replied, shaking his head slowly.
"Okay. I'll forgive you. This time. But don't let it happen again, okay?"
"Thank you so much," Chris said, breathing a deep sigh of relief. "Can I get you something? A drink? Food?"
"Nah. I'm good," she replied. "Listen, I'll just sit outside. If you want to go anywhere, just let me know."
"Cool," Chris said, smiling brightly.
After Kirbie left the room, Chris turned to Justin.
"What the hell was that all about?" Chris asked harshly. "Why were you so mean to her? She seems perfectly nice!"
"Zip it, Chris," Justin groaned. "Did you suddenly forget she had you pinned against the wall not more than two minutes ago? She's a horrible person, and I don't like her. She treated me like dirt today when I was in her little world. Well, I hate to tell her, but she's on my turf now, and I call the shots."
"Your 'turf'!" JC exploded in laughter. "What is this? West Side Story or some shit?"
"Shut up, Josh," Justin muttered, his blue eyes blazing.
"Fine. I'll shut up. But I really think you should to be nicer to her. She's protecting our dear Christopher tonight. We wouldn't want her to be distracted by your attitude," JC replied, grabbing an apple out of the basket on the table.
"Yeah," Chris agreed, nodding. "Consider it a birthday present to me. Give a little, man."
Justin shook his head, and rolled his eyes.
"Leave me alone," he snapped.
After the concert was over, Kirbie escorted Chris back to the hotel. Once she had him securely in the hotel, her job was over. She actually liked Chris, much to her surprise. He was funny, sweet, and energetic. Just the type of guy she liked to hang around with. He wasn't her type romantically, but she could easily be friends with him.
"Hey, Kirbie," Chris called across the lobby as Kirbie headed for the front door of the hotel.
"Yeah?"
"Come to the bar with me!" Chris chuckled. "It's my birthday! Let's get sloshed!"
Kirbie laughed. It had been a very, very long day and she could use a drink or two.
"I would, but I'm in my uniform," she said, wrinkling her nose.
"Come upstairs. You can borrow something of mine," Chris said, grabbing her hand. He dragged her onto the elevator.
"You're insane. Did you know that?" She giggled. "Why are you going to let me borrow your clothes?"
"I think you're hot and my clothes will smell like you after I get them back," Chris said, nodding knowingly.
After Kirbie had changed into a pair of Chris's baggy sweats and a t-shirt, she and Chris headed down to the bar. They shot tequila for about an hour before Justin came into the bar. He sat down at the table beside Chris and poured himself a shot.
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Timberlake," Kirbie laughed. "How's it goin' big man?"
Justin eyed her with disdain, then downed the shot of tequila.
"Leave me alone, Killer."
"Her name's not Killer," Chris laughed hysterically. "Her name's Kirbie."
"Killer suits her better," Justin said, pouring himself another shot.
Kirbie swayed ever so slightly in her chair and smiled at Justin like a Cheshire cat.
"You're not very nice, are you?" She asked.
"Neither are you," he replied, downing his second shot.
"I'm very nice," she said. "I'm nice, aren't I, Chris?"
"I think you are," Chris slurred. "I think you're nice to look at, too. Don't you think so, J?"
"Yeah, don't you think so, Jay?" She turned again to Justin.
"You'll never find out," Justin growled, downing shot number three.
"You'd better slow down," Kirbie warned, highly amused at the . "You're gonna be sick."
"Leave me alone," Justin said. "You've caused me enough trouble today."
"Ohhhh, don't be mad at me," Kirbie slurred, leaning forward on her elbows. "You're cute when you're mad. Did you know that?"
"And you're just as much of a pain in the ass when you're drunk. Did you know that?" Justin said sarcastically.
"Oh, be nice," Kirbie said, smiling at him.
She took the bottle from his hand, and took a long swig out of it.
"You drink like a street bum," Justin muttered, taking the bottle back from her.
"You're just jealous 'cause you can't drink it like that," Chris laughed.
"Don't you have some stripper waiting for you?" Justin turned the bottle up, and drained it. Kirbie smiled, impressed.
"Mr. Timberlake, you're going to be toasted very, very soon," she laughed.
Chris and Kirbie chattered about nonsense as Justin slowly began to feel the effects of the alcohol. Why had he downed all that tequila? He knew why. He was trying to be the big man and show little miss Angell who was the boss. Kirbie. Who the hell named a kid Kirbie? That name reminded him of the Love Bug. No wait. That was Herbie. His mind was getting fuzzy, and he was beginning to feel warm and tingly all over. Chris and Angell were getting a little hazy around the edges. Justin smiled slightly, as the alcohol began to overtake him.
"You ok, J?" Chris asked.
"I'm hunky-dory, Tricky dick. How 'bout you?" Justin replied, grinning like an idiot.
"Oh hell. Justin's trashed," Chris snickered. "He never says shit like that unless he's really wasted."
"I think it's time to head to bed," Kirbie said, yawning.
"You're gonna have to stay here tonight," Chris said, nodding to himself. "I'm not letting you drive. Friends don't let friends... and all that shit."
"I know," Kirbie said, shaking her head at him. Like she would have driven drunk... whatever.
"Come on, Justin. Let's get you upstairs," Chris said.
Justin tried to stand, and he stumbled badly.
"Whoa, big fella!" Chris exclaimed, grabbing Justin's arm before he landed on his butt. "Kirb, help me out here."
Kirbie stood, and swayed for a moment.
"Don't think I'm gonna be much help," she giggled.
She got on the other side of Justin, though, and he draped his arm across her shoulders.
"You're one taaaaaallll bitch," Justin said to her, his eyes glazed over.
"And you've got a big nose," she replied, smiling sweetly.
Justin laughed, and kissed her on the temple. "You're alright, Angell. I think I like you when I'm drunk."
"Well, that's nice to know," she said.
They made their way to the elevator, then got off on their floor. Chris and Kirbie helped Justin to his room. They led Justin to the bed where he promptly fell over onto it, dragging Kirbie with him.
"You can go now, Christopher," Justin said, wrapping his arms around Kirbie. "Angell and I will be fine."
"Nooooo... uh uh. I'm not leaving her here," Chris said.
"I'm fine, Chris," Kirbie laughed. "I know self defense, remember. How's your wrist, by the way?"
Chris laughed loudly. "It's fine. Okay, if you're sure..."
"I'm fine," she repeated. "I can take care of myself. And you've got a birthday present waiting on you."
Chris shook his head and left the two of them alone.
"Angell," Justin said quietly, "do you like me?"
"I like everybody when I'm drunk," Kirbie giggled.
"Okay. Good," Justin said, sitting up. He pulled off his shirt and laid back down beside her.
"Do you have any piercings besides here?" She asked, reaching out to touch his earlobe. She wasn't sure why she asked. She was just trying to think of something to say.
"I do, but you'll hafta find 'em," Justin said, smiling mischievously.
"No thanks," Kirbie replied.
"Do you?" Jutstin asked.
"Maybe. Maybe not," Kirbie laughed lightly.
"Can I look for 'em?" Justin slurred.
"No," she said, laughing louder.
Suddenly, Justin's lips were on hers. And, much to her surprise, she was letting it happen.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, mister?" She yelled into Chris's ear.
"Wha...OUCH!" Chris responded, wincing in pain, his cheek pressed against the wall. "Guys, help me!"
"I ain't touchin' her," JC snorted. "She could kick my ass in about two seconds. You're on your own, ."
"Chris, this is Officer Killer Angell," Justin said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Officer Angell, this is Chris Kirkpatrick. I think there's been a big misunderstanding here. Would you mind letting him go?"
"I'll let him go when I'm good and damned ready," Kirbie snarled. She turned back to Chris. "Are you gonna keep your hands and your lips to yourself, or do I have to cuff you, buddy?"
"I'll behave," Chris whimpered pitifully.
Kirbie released him and stepped back, straightening her clothes.
"I have never, in all my years of police work, been mistaken for a stripper. Or a prostitute. Or whatever the hell you thought I was," she said, shaking her head. She was breathing hard, and her cheeks were flushed pink from embarassment and shock. She stood away from the rest of them, and placed her hands on her slender hips. "Would somebody please tell me where I can go to get reassigned?"
"I'm sorry," Chris said, blushing profusely. "It's my birthday, and I thought..."
"He thought I sent you to strip for him," JC interrupted. "This is my fault. I've been kidding with him, telling him I was going to send a stripper for his birthday. I did, but she's not supposed to show up until after the show. I'm really sorry about all of this."
Kirbie eyed him suspiciously. She wasn't sure if she should believe him or not. He had a look about him that made her not trust him. Her eyes happened to settle on Justin and the smug look on his face. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Oh come on, Angell," Justin laughed. "Get over it. It was an honest mistake. No harm done."
"Apparently, the fact that this... man... just felt me up escaped your attention!" Kirbie said, astonished by his lack of concern. "Are you aware that that is sexual harassment?"
"Oh puh-leaze," Justin groaned, rolling his eyes. "It was a mistake. An accident. He didn't mean it. But, then again, you wouldn't know anything about forgetting about little mistakes, would you, officer?"
"Mr. Timberlake, I was doing my job when I wrote you that ticket. I don't know how many times I have to explain myself?"
"Forget it, Killer. I don't even care anymore," Justin grumbled. "Go. Leave. I don't give a shit."
"Wait!" Chris exclaimed as Kirbie headed for the door. "Please don't go. I'm really, really sorry."
"Sure you are, Sparky," Kirbie muttered. "Go find somebody else to grub on, cause I ain't bitin'."
"No, really," Chris said, gently grasping her arm. "You have no idea how embarassed I am, officer. Please, accept my apology."
Kirbie looked into his pleading brown eyes. She actually felt sorry for him. He looked so pitiful.
"You're really embarassed, aren't you?" She asked, grinning slightly.
"You have NO idea," Chris replied, shaking his head slowly.
"Okay. I'll forgive you. This time. But don't let it happen again, okay?"
"Thank you so much," Chris said, breathing a deep sigh of relief. "Can I get you something? A drink? Food?"
"Nah. I'm good," she replied. "Listen, I'll just sit outside. If you want to go anywhere, just let me know."
"Cool," Chris said, smiling brightly.
After Kirbie left the room, Chris turned to Justin.
"What the hell was that all about?" Chris asked harshly. "Why were you so mean to her? She seems perfectly nice!"
"Zip it, Chris," Justin groaned. "Did you suddenly forget she had you pinned against the wall not more than two minutes ago? She's a horrible person, and I don't like her. She treated me like dirt today when I was in her little world. Well, I hate to tell her, but she's on my turf now, and I call the shots."
"Your 'turf'!" JC exploded in laughter. "What is this? West Side Story or some shit?"
"Shut up, Josh," Justin muttered, his blue eyes blazing.
"Fine. I'll shut up. But I really think you should to be nicer to her. She's protecting our dear Christopher tonight. We wouldn't want her to be distracted by your attitude," JC replied, grabbing an apple out of the basket on the table.
"Yeah," Chris agreed, nodding. "Consider it a birthday present to me. Give a little, man."
Justin shook his head, and rolled his eyes.
"Leave me alone," he snapped.
After the concert was over, Kirbie escorted Chris back to the hotel. Once she had him securely in the hotel, her job was over. She actually liked Chris, much to her surprise. He was funny, sweet, and energetic. Just the type of guy she liked to hang around with. He wasn't her type romantically, but she could easily be friends with him.
"Hey, Kirbie," Chris called across the lobby as Kirbie headed for the front door of the hotel.
"Yeah?"
"Come to the bar with me!" Chris chuckled. "It's my birthday! Let's get sloshed!"
Kirbie laughed. It had been a very, very long day and she could use a drink or two.
"I would, but I'm in my uniform," she said, wrinkling her nose.
"Come upstairs. You can borrow something of mine," Chris said, grabbing her hand. He dragged her onto the elevator.
"You're insane. Did you know that?" She giggled. "Why are you going to let me borrow your clothes?"
"I think you're hot and my clothes will smell like you after I get them back," Chris said, nodding knowingly.
After Kirbie had changed into a pair of Chris's baggy sweats and a t-shirt, she and Chris headed down to the bar. They shot tequila for about an hour before Justin came into the bar. He sat down at the table beside Chris and poured himself a shot.
"Well, if it isn't Mr. Timberlake," Kirbie laughed. "How's it goin' big man?"
Justin eyed her with disdain, then downed the shot of tequila.
"Leave me alone, Killer."
"Her name's not Killer," Chris laughed hysterically. "Her name's Kirbie."
"Killer suits her better," Justin said, pouring himself another shot.
Kirbie swayed ever so slightly in her chair and smiled at Justin like a Cheshire cat.
"You're not very nice, are you?" She asked.
"Neither are you," he replied, downing his second shot.
"I'm very nice," she said. "I'm nice, aren't I, Chris?"
"I think you are," Chris slurred. "I think you're nice to look at, too. Don't you think so, J?"
"Yeah, don't you think so, Jay?" She turned again to Justin.
"You'll never find out," Justin growled, downing shot number three.
"You'd better slow down," Kirbie warned, highly amused at the . "You're gonna be sick."
"Leave me alone," Justin said. "You've caused me enough trouble today."
"Ohhhh, don't be mad at me," Kirbie slurred, leaning forward on her elbows. "You're cute when you're mad. Did you know that?"
"And you're just as much of a pain in the ass when you're drunk. Did you know that?" Justin said sarcastically.
"Oh, be nice," Kirbie said, smiling at him.
She took the bottle from his hand, and took a long swig out of it.
"You drink like a street bum," Justin muttered, taking the bottle back from her.
"You're just jealous 'cause you can't drink it like that," Chris laughed.
"Don't you have some stripper waiting for you?" Justin turned the bottle up, and drained it. Kirbie smiled, impressed.
"Mr. Timberlake, you're going to be toasted very, very soon," she laughed.
Chris and Kirbie chattered about nonsense as Justin slowly began to feel the effects of the alcohol. Why had he downed all that tequila? He knew why. He was trying to be the big man and show little miss Angell who was the boss. Kirbie. Who the hell named a kid Kirbie? That name reminded him of the Love Bug. No wait. That was Herbie. His mind was getting fuzzy, and he was beginning to feel warm and tingly all over. Chris and Angell were getting a little hazy around the edges. Justin smiled slightly, as the alcohol began to overtake him.
"You ok, J?" Chris asked.
"I'm hunky-dory, Tricky dick. How 'bout you?" Justin replied, grinning like an idiot.
"Oh hell. Justin's trashed," Chris snickered. "He never says shit like that unless he's really wasted."
"I think it's time to head to bed," Kirbie said, yawning.
"You're gonna have to stay here tonight," Chris said, nodding to himself. "I'm not letting you drive. Friends don't let friends... and all that shit."
"I know," Kirbie said, shaking her head at him. Like she would have driven drunk... whatever.
"Come on, Justin. Let's get you upstairs," Chris said.
Justin tried to stand, and he stumbled badly.
"Whoa, big fella!" Chris exclaimed, grabbing Justin's arm before he landed on his butt. "Kirb, help me out here."
Kirbie stood, and swayed for a moment.
"Don't think I'm gonna be much help," she giggled.
She got on the other side of Justin, though, and he draped his arm across her shoulders.
"You're one taaaaaallll bitch," Justin said to her, his eyes glazed over.
"And you've got a big nose," she replied, smiling sweetly.
Justin laughed, and kissed her on the temple. "You're alright, Angell. I think I like you when I'm drunk."
"Well, that's nice to know," she said.
They made their way to the elevator, then got off on their floor. Chris and Kirbie helped Justin to his room. They led Justin to the bed where he promptly fell over onto it, dragging Kirbie with him.
"You can go now, Christopher," Justin said, wrapping his arms around Kirbie. "Angell and I will be fine."
"Nooooo... uh uh. I'm not leaving her here," Chris said.
"I'm fine, Chris," Kirbie laughed. "I know self defense, remember. How's your wrist, by the way?"
Chris laughed loudly. "It's fine. Okay, if you're sure..."
"I'm fine," she repeated. "I can take care of myself. And you've got a birthday present waiting on you."
Chris shook his head and left the two of them alone.
"Angell," Justin said quietly, "do you like me?"
"I like everybody when I'm drunk," Kirbie giggled.
"Okay. Good," Justin said, sitting up. He pulled off his shirt and laid back down beside her.
"Do you have any piercings besides here?" She asked, reaching out to touch his earlobe. She wasn't sure why she asked. She was just trying to think of something to say.
"I do, but you'll hafta find 'em," Justin said, smiling mischievously.
"No thanks," Kirbie replied.
"Do you?" Jutstin asked.
"Maybe. Maybe not," Kirbie laughed lightly.
"Can I look for 'em?" Justin slurred.
"No," she said, laughing louder.
Suddenly, Justin's lips were on hers. And, much to her surprise, she was letting it happen.