The Bar

[Mischief]

Mischief eyed him and tilted her head,"Ya ok?"she asked him her voice soft and for the first time in a very long time it actually held concern for someone. She didn't know why she was being so nice to him, it made no sense. She brought her hand to his forehead and felt for a temperature but he was fine. She bit her bottom lip and absently allowed her hand to run through his hair,"Ya wanna lie down? I gotta room upstairs...ya prolly shouldn't be walkin' home dis late anyway...if ya hafta ya can stay..."she offered sweetly. She knew for a fact that this boy would be one she was not going to harm. She looked down and curse biting her bottom lip,"I sware...."she muttered knowing if Tybalt or Killer got word of her being nice to someone they'd be on her for it.

[Chase]

Chase looked up at Mischief without really seeing her. "Nah, i'm fine. I'll just put my head down til the room stops spinnin'." He said, setting his head down on the bar again. He shut his eyes and was out like a light. The last thing he heard was 'I promise-.' Chase dreamed on. He dreamed that he walked out of the bar and made it the whole way home. Once he was home, he checked on Ace and told her he wasn't feeling well. He kissed her and went to bed. His bed was so warm and comfortable. He didn't want to get up..

[Mischief]

Mischief looked down at Chase and sighed,"well now I have no choice..."she muttered noting he had passed out. She came around the bar and pulled him off the stool before picking him up and carrying him upstairs. She sighed softly as she kicked the bedroom door open and walked in before she set him on the bed. She stepped back and sat down in the chair in the corner of the room and eyed him carefully, she wasn't going to harm him she knew it even though every urge in her tingled to grab her blade and have some fun. She shook her head at the thought. She looked down allowing her hair to drape into her face before she burried her face in her hands and closed her eyes, it would be ok...hopefully..

[Chase]

Chase squirmed on the bed Mischief had put him on. He was dreaming, remembering the night he found Brooke.

Chase looked down the dark alley. He'd heard someone scream once then, nothing. He stalked the darkness, like he was used to. Finally, he saw two sillouettes. A man leaning over a girl. The man had a knife. Chase krept closer. He had nothing but his father's old army knife with him. He pulled it out of his pant's pocket and crept closer to the two figures. He scared the guy off.

Chase knew at this point the blues would come and arrest him and throw him into the Refuge, where he'd meet Asher. But, none of that happened. Instead:
Chase looked over the girl. She was slipping in and out of consioucness. She muttered a faint thank you and a small smile at him. He tried to keep her still and he heard a voice in the backround. He wheeled around. It was Mischief. "Mischief thank god! Quick ya gotta help meh. Weh gotta get her some help.." He was talking to Mischief, but she just stood there. Chase was confused. Why wouldn't she help him. He yelled out in frustration.


(Its all a dream, but he really did yell out.)

[Mischief]

Mischief eyed Chase as he yelled out. She stood and walked over to the bed and grabbed him by the shoulders shaking him lightly,"Chase....Chase wake up yer dreamin'..."she said worriedly. She didn't know what to do she stopped shaking him and stood up walking over to the dresser where she had a glass of water. She bit her bottom lip and stuck her hand in the glass of water as she walked back over to him and she splashed the water on his face lightly,"wake up damnit..."she muttered.

[Chase]

Chase felt himself shaking. He looked at his hands in confusion. They weren't shaking, yet he was. He looked back up at Mischief. "Please, help meh." He asked her pleadingly. Then, he felt water on his face. He looked up at the sky. It was raining he thought. He liked the rain, but he wasn't too thrilled about Brooke being cut open and cold in the rain. "Mischief..." He begged again. Then she opened her mouth to say something to him. ' Wake up damnit' she whispered.

Chase opened his eyes, breathing heavily. He saw Mischief and jumped. He reached up to wipe sleep from his eyes and realized his face was wet. It wasn't rain, he thought, it was water. She tried to wake meh up. Damn fool, it was only a dream. Mischief stood biting her lip. Chase thought back to what he might have done to make her uncomfortable. As a child, he'd always talked in his sleep. He thought he would have grown out of that but apparently not. He could have said anything... He could have cussed out Killer, said Brooke's name, begged Mischief's help, or he could have yelled at her. He couldn't remember. "What happened?" He asked her uncertainly.

[Mischief]

She looked at him and sat down next to him on the bed as she set the glass down. She looked down and let her hair fall into her face,"You....were begging for my help...I dunno what fer..."she explained. She sighed and closed her eyes as she rested her elbows on her knees and burried her face in her hands.She felt her body shaking slightly out of her slight discomfort, she didn't understand what was wrong with her. why she was taking care of him instead of rippinghim apart with a blade. She groaned and wished half heartedly that Tybalt had come in to the bar and not this boy. Chase seemed to be a weakness to her for some reason she could not explain, "I don't get it..."she muttered.

[Chase]

Chase had sat up to make room for Mischief to sit down. He couldn't look at her. He was too embarassed. "What don't ya get?" He said. He gave her one small look out of the corner of his eye. She had her head in her hands, so he looked at her longer. He turned towards her making sure he didn't get any closer to her though. "Maybeh i can help ya. Ya've done plenteh fer meh."

[Mischief]

She kept her head in her hands but shook her head,"Ya can't help meh Chase nobodeh can..."she muttered her voice soft and slightly worried. She finally looked up and met his gaze and she tilted her head taking in the look in his eyes. Why would anyone want to help her? She wasn't a good person he was probably the first person if not the only person that she had even helped in years. She looked down allowing her hair to fall into her face but she kept her hands in her lap. "It's not a good idea fer ya to get involved wit meh Chase....I ain't a good person at all..."she muttered as she looked up toward the closed bedroom door.

[Chase]

Chase smiled at Mischief and touched her arm. "Whatdaya mean ya ain't good? Yer one of the nicest people i've met hereh so far. Ya've helped meh, so i'm gonna do meh best ta help ya." Chase took her chin in his hand and pulled her face towards him so he could look her in the eyes. "I promise." He told her. Chase rarely promised anything to anyone. And the promises he did make, he made sure he kept them. No matter what.

[Mischief]

Feeling him lift her chin and bring her face toward his she swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. She bit her bottom lip and looked at him with a gaze of confusion as to what was wrong with her, why did this boy mean something different to her? She didn't move or pull back she kept her face where he had it and she sighed softly,"I ain't a good person Chase...that's jus' it....I can't explain it...I ain't allowed to..but I do apologize fer anything that may happen in the future..."she whispered her voice soft and slightly worried as to what his reaction to her words and her own actions may be.

[Chase]

"Whatdaya mean ya apoliogize for whateva happens in the future?" Chase looked at Mischief like she was crazy. He looked into her eyes and saw that darkness again. He could tell she was hiding something and was trying to avoid telling anyone. She hadn't hurt him; and he couldn't see why she kept saying she was a bad person. She'd given him a place to stay when he'd gone off the deep end and was drunk.

[Mischief]

"Like I said Chase....I am not a good person that's all I can tell ya...."she said as she looked down even though his hand still held her chin."Yer a great guy Chase, but I ain't someone ya should be gettin' involved wit in any way..."she sighed and bit her bottom lip before meeting his gaze again, she wished she could tell him but she knew if she did he would leave as fast as he could and probably tell everyone including the blues.She tilted her head,"Chase....maybe ya should go..."she muttered even though she really wanted him to stay.

[Chase]

Chase looked away from Mischief in slight disappointment. He let his hand drop from her face into his lap. He swallowed hard before speaking. "If that's what ya want." He clenched his jaw and stood up from the bed. "I'll see ya around i guess. If ya eva need anyone ta talk ta come find meh." He gave her a small smile and turned toward the door. He took small steps. Once in the doorway he turned back to look at Mischief again. He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it. He looked down then back up. "Thanks." He said with another smile, guesturing around the room.

[Mischief]

She watched him get up and walk to the door and as he gestured around the room, she stood. "Chase....wait..."her words came out faster than she could catch them. She looked up into his eyes and then looked down slowly as her hair draped into her face she shoved her hands in her back pockets and her thoughts were racing, why was she doing this, why was she telling him to stay. She looked back up at him, her eyes held slight worry about her own actions,"Stay...please...I don't want you out on yer own this late, and yer prolly still whacked on the alcohol...."she muttered coming up with the quickest excuse for him to stay.