The Bar

[Chase]

Chase had taken a step out of the door when Mischief had asked him to stop. He did and looked back at her in confusion. It was her idea he go in the first place, wasn't it? He turned to face her but did not go back into the room. He smiled slightly at her comment and tried not to chuckle. "Nah, i think i'm good now. It's the German in meh. Although i think the whiskey might have gotten to meh." He said, his voice trailing off. He blinked his eyes once, hard. The room was a bit blurry still. Chase shook his head then stopped. "An' anyways the night don't scare meh. I've always been apart of it." He told her smiling.

[Mischief]

She bit her bottom lip and looked at him before she stepped back toward the bed and sat back down. Looking down, she twirled a lock of her hair around her index finger and sighed,"If ya realleh wanna go den it's yer choice not mine..."she muttered. She closed her eyes for a moment and took in a few small breaths trying to clear her head and make sense of what she was doing and how she was acting, but nothing came to her. She looked back up at him and tilted her head ever so slightly,her eyes were confused, torn, abit saddenned but she couldn't tell, all she knew was that she wasn't acting like she normally would.

[Chase]

Chase grinned at Mischief and walked back into the room. He was going to leave and try to find Ace, but the look on Mischief's face was overpowering his brain. The next thing he knew, he was sitting back on the bed next to her. "Yer right. It is a bad time ta beh on the streets. I guess i could stay for a while longer." Part of him was telling him to go back out the door, and he wasn't sure why. He pushed that part away but it kept coming back with different excuses. It's late. Let her sleep. You're fine you need to go home. That last one almost had Chase laughing. He had no real home. He had the House in Manhattan, for now, with the rest of the boys, but it wasn't home. Only one of his mind's excuses to leave got to him and it was Ace. He needed to go see her. He looked back at Mischief to tell her this, but he saw her face and forgot. She looked confused and sad. He smiled at her and made himself comfortable on the bed again.

[Ace]

As he turned and agreed with her and settled himself next to her on the bed she tilted her head and looked up into his eyes. "Are you sure? If you have somewhere you need ta beh Chase, don't let meh hold ya back..."she said as she scooted back so her back was against the wall and she was abit closer to him. She bit her bottom lip as she looked him up and down for a moment before meeting his eyes again,"Yer a nice guy Chase....any goil would beh lucky ta have you in her life..."she mummbled abit embarrassed that she was actually seeming rather vulnerable at this point.((sorry its short))

[Chase]

Chase looked at Mischief. "I'm sure." He told her. He smiled and chuckled slightly. He stopped and looked down at his hands. He wasn't sure if he should.... Before he thought about it anymore, he was leaning into Mischief. And before he knew it she was within his reach. He turned his head slightly and breathed a few short breaths. Why he was doing this, he didn't know and couldn't answer. He did love Ace, but Mischief was just something he couldn't explain. Chase looked back into Mischief's eyes. His thinking had only taken a few second but it seemed like a life time. He turned back towards her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

[Ace]

As he leaned toward her she thought about how much this could affect everything, her lifestyle, her thief and harmful ways, Tybalt, Killer....but she found herself leaning toward him as well and when her lips met his it felt right. She found herself bringing a hand to the back of his neck and she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, her other hand propping her up on the bed keeping her from lying back as she so wanted to. She bit her bottom lip between the kiss as she closed her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

[Chase]

Chase took a deep breath and pulled away from Mischief slightly. He looked her in the eyes. "Sorry." He whispered. He sat back and stared down at the bed. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. He took another deep breath and look up at her. He swallowed a smile that threatened to appear. He couldn't stop his smile from reaching his eyes as he realized Mischief had kissed him back. She didn't pull away, she didn't push him back. She had actually kissed him back.

[Ace]

Mischief tilted her head as he pulled away and apologized and she smiled abit."Sorry...don't be sorry..."she whispered. Part of her wanted to kiss him again but she wasn't sure if what he had just did was a mistake or not. She bit her bottom lip for a moment as she watched his smile spread and meet his eyes and she grinned abit scooting closer to him and resting her hand on his knee."You have nothing to be sorry for.."she whispered and before she could stop herself she found herself leaning forward and brushing her lips against his once more.

[Chase]

"You have nothing to be sorry for..."

Chase found himself leaning back into Mischief as she kissed him again. As he kissed her back he realized he wasn't thinking of Ace. Then, as if all memory of Ace had been erased, all Chase could think of was Mischief. He couldn't think of any memory without seeing Mischief there, even if she wasn't before. Like his memory of the Masquerede, though it was slightly blurry, he saw Mischief there. Only Mischief. He didn't see Street, Poet, Brooke, nobody. No one but Mischief.

While Chase's mind was racing, his body was acting on it's own. His hands were on Mischief's shoulder's and he was pulling down the one side of her shirt as he kissed her. A small voice in his mind was screaming 'stop!! stop!' but he couldn't.

[Ace]

As he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her back, she was not as caught off guard as she had been at the beginning of this. She bit her bottom lip between the kiss but found herself lying her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she lie back, pulling him down with her. No thought in her mind ever occurred to her of hurting him, never, in fact all of the thoughts in her mind right now were of his safety, of him being there with her. In this moment no thoughts of doing harm to anyone actually came to mind at all, all that mattered was Chase...

She had never felt this way before, the irrationality she had once thought was possibly a crush on Killer, was now a dim thought in the very back of her mind, the thoughts of Tybalt were abit more clear but above those thoughts, were Chase. She did not mind the fact he was turning this into something more than she had intended at this point, actually she rather enjoyed it, she wanted it....she wanted him.

[Chase]

Chases let himself be pulled down by Mischief. He liked her. She was a good person, and he promised himself that he would convince her of that. Then, as he kissed her, out of no where Ace popped into his mind. He stopped kissing Mischief and looked at her. He felt like he was being watched. Chase sat up and looked around the room. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and looked back at Mischief. She looked so cute and innocent laying there. She looked confused. Chase shot her his winning smile and kissed her again. "Sorry." He whispered as he laid back down. He tried to push Ace out his thoughts again successfully. He didn't want to think of her right now.

[Ace]

When he sat up she propped herself up abit on her elbows and bit her bottom lip tilting her head as she watched him, he seemed distracted but almost instantly he was back kissing her and lying back down with her. She pulled him closer again, this time by the front of his shirt as she closed her eyes taking in everything about him, from the feel of his hands, his lips, to the sound of his breathing, the warmth emitting from him, his scent. She didn't want him to stop, didn't want him to let go, and for some reason she wanted to be good...for him, she wanted to forget everything she had done wrong in the past up to this moment, and attempt to start over....her only problem though was if Killer found out, he already was willing to harm her if she got in his way, but if he found out she no longer was on his side, he would surely find her and make her pay, but at the moment she did not care...she wanted this, she wanted Chase.

[Chase]

Chase sensed some hesitation. He stopped and sat up. He looked at Mischief. "What are ya thinkin' 'bout, doll?" He asked her, playing with her hair. He breathed in deeply, it smelled like her. Chase waited patiently for her. He himself was not ready to tell anyone much about him, and he wasn't banking on Mischief telling him if she didn't want to. So, he waiting and played with her hair. Then, he rested his head on her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

[Ace]

When he sat up and questioned her she shrugged and looked up into his eyes. "Jus' work...but it's all ok hun, all I want to think about right now is you..."she replied to him sweetly as she watched him rest his head on her shoulder and she smiled when he kissed her cheek. "Yer a sweetheart Chase realleh,"she whispered as she brought a hand up to run through his hair and she looked at him and smirked slightly,"But ya missed,"she teased winking at him before she brought her lips to his once more.

[Chase]

Chase smiled before kissing Mischief again. He looked out of the window and then back at her. "Du bist Augen leuchten wie die Sterne." He told her smiling. Then he stopped smiling. "I've been talkin' ta Sean and them. I'm thinkin' about uh- what do you call it... Bergwerk?" He looked Mischief in the eyes. He wanted to know if she thought it was a good idea or not. He wanted to do something with his life, but he also wanted to be here with her and protect her.


(Du bist Augen leuchten wie die Sterne= Your eyes sparkle like the stars.

Bergwerk= coal mining)