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[Romeo Jackson Jervis]

Romeo didn’t worry whenever Zoe was out with Ember; he knew the city girl was more than capable of taking care of Zoe and herself. Tonight was a little more unique for him though since Ellie was staying at his mam’s apartment so that they could go shopping in the morning for some new clothes. It meant that once his shift was finished at Borders and he had tied up all the loose ends for the following morning, he had the whole evening to himself. It was a rarity for the young Scouser and he grabbed some of his favourite take-out on the way home, planning on eating it while watching one of the many movies he had bought but hadn’t been allowed to watch when either of the girls were around because it was too gory or violent for their liking.

He relaxed on the couch, enjoying the night to himself as the action unfolded on the modest screen before him. After the movie was over, Romeo chose the silent time to reach one of the new novels he had purchased at the start of the month. He was lost in the book, caught up in the lives of each of the characters and the seconds turned into minutes, turned into hours. It was long gone midnight when his green eyes left the pages and finally noticed the time. He had been sitting there for hours! With over half of the book complete, he put the worn bookmark slash beer-mat in place and set about tidying away his containers of Chinese and the dishes, making sure the apartment was relatively neat once more before he locked up and moved to his bedroom.

Romeo, collapsing into bed with just his shorts on, must have only been asleep for two, maybe three hours when a loud buzzing roused him from his slumber and the dreams of far off worlds that bore a striking resemblance to the movie he had been watching that evening. Thinking it must’ve been Ellie and his mom and that something might’ve happened, he sprung from his bed and moved into the hall, hitting the buzzer without checking who it could be. The sound of the elevator came sooner than he expected and he pulled open the door, ignoring his lack of clothing to see what was going on. Needless to say, he was a little more than confused when he saw the two blondes stepping out of the metal box, Ember almost holding Zoe up. “What ‘appened?”

[/color] He asked, never remembering a time when Zoe was quite like this. “Ah, your little country bumpkin found a new attraction to rum tonight and is probably going to need someone to hold her hair back in the morning. Have fun!” Ember let Zoe fall into Romeo’s arms and then turned on her heel to exit the building again, waving at the couple before the elevator doors gently closed again.

Looking down at the drunken mess in his arms, Romeo didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh. He had been there before himself and knew that it was only a matter of time before Ember’s “charms” and Zoe’s curiosity brought them here. What he hadn’t expected was that he would play a role in all of this! “Come on, you; let’s get y’ t’ bed.”[/color] Leading her into his apartment, he grinned, keeping a close eye on her as he locked the door again. He’d get her a pint of water once she was settled and make sure that she drank it all before passing out. The best thing now was to get her that and then get her to sleep before the sober shakes set in!
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TAGGED! Zoe!
WORDS! 656
OUTFIT! Sleepy Scouser!
LYRICS! Just The Way I’m Not - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[Zoe Diana Tylers]

Zoe was not exhausted or even slightly tired; she wanted to go back to the club and enjoy another round of drinks, dance to the headache-producing music some more. But, before she could protest more, Ember was dragging her out of the cab and through the doors of the Romeo's building, shoving her into the elevator. She held onto the railing inside, one hand going to her head as the sudden rush upwards had a wave of nausea sweeping over her. It was gone in a moment though, and, seconds later, she was once again being tugged and led down a hallway, at the end of which was her shirtless boyfriend. She forgot about Ember for a moment, clinging to Romeo as the blonde dumped her into his arms. Zoe reached up and placed a kiss on his lips, giggling. "You look very handsome," she smiled, hands resting on his bare chest. She leaned against him, waving at Ember as she disappeared into the elevator. The blonde would be getting a call sometime tomorrow from a very sick and murderous country mouse.

She stumbled in the heels as he led her into his apartment, unable to feel the blisters that were, without a doubt, some of her scars from the night. "But I'm not tired," she said, blinking over at him with her big, blue eyes. Zoe fell back into the corner of the couch as he dealt with the door, kicking her heavy feet up onto the seet next to her. She definitely didn't look like his innocent little country mouse right now; the makeup, dress, and heels were usually things she saved for Ember and not her boyfriend. Even if she was drunk, the outfit was bordering on the length of her infamous short-shorts, though these shoes did more wonders for her lovely legs. "Do I look pretty? she asked, running a hand over her sparkly skirt. "Ember thought I did."

Zoe pushed some of her loose curls off her face, head leaning back against the couch. There was a headache beginning to pound at her temples, but, for the moment, she couldn't feel it and easily pushed it to the back of her mind. "Will you get me a muffin? She wouldn't, but I want one and I'm hungry and I haven't eaten since lunch," she pouted, giving him the puppy-look that could occasionally get her what she wanted. Even if she was drunk, she was hungry, and any food sounded pretty good right about now.

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WORDS: 456!
TAG: Her Romeo! <3
LOCATION: His Place, New York
OUTFIT: DRUNKEN MESS!
LYRICS: Do You Wanna Touch by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Romeo Jackson Jervis]

More than anything, Romeo was amused to see his girlfriend in such a drunken state. In the past, he recalled how she had said she would never get drunk, that she didn’t see the point of it and that Ember would never coerce her into drinking as much as the city blonde was renowned for. Tomorrow morning he would definitely be reminding her of that with a very big grin as she combated the hangover that had to come after being in this wrecked. Shaking his head at the state of his country mouse, Romeo couldn’t help but find this whole thing pretty damn funny. “Keep it down, love; it’s late.”

[/color] The walls in the building weren’t the thickest and Romeo didn’t want anyone disturbed by how loud the two blondes were after spending hours in a nightclub that must’ve left their ears ringing by now.

“Trust me, the second y’r ‘ead ‘it’s the pillow y’ will be.”[/color] He said knowingly. Romeo had been like this countless times before and a cold pillow was the greatest thing, so great in fact, that most mornings Romeo couldn’t remember falling into bed, but he knew the pass out state of sleep had been so amazing that not even Ellie slamming her wardrobe doors, wondering what to wear that day, had managed to stir him. He smiled lovingly, eyeing his girlfriend sprawled on his couch for a long moment before nodding his head. “Very pretty, love. Beautiful, even.”[/color] He bent over to kiss her sweetly, detecting the rum as he pulled his lips away.

Rolling his eyes, he soon understood why Zoe had gotten so drunk; not eating since lunchtime would definitely do that to a person. He raised his eyebrow at her craving, his hands coming to rest on his hips and the low riding boxer shorts. “I don’t ‘ave any muffins in, but I can offer y’ a doughnut?”[/color] He suggested, knowing that there was a box in the kitchen that Ellie had bought on her way home from school to satisfy a sugar craving she had been having since algebra class, apparently. He moved into the kitchen while he awaited her answer, grabbing a pint glass from the cupboard and filling it almost to the brim with water. Zoe might question him for it right now, but this would help kill most of the hangover come the morning. He grabbed the box of doughnuts anyway and brought them out along with the drink, lifting Zoe’s legs up just enough for him to slide into the seat they had occupied before he rested them back across his lap. “I’ve got y’ some water, love, so y’ might wan’ t’ sit up.”[/color] He advised softly, still smirking at his girlfriend’s intoxicated state.
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TAGGED! Zoe!
WORDS! 501
OUTFIT! Sleepy Scouser!
LYRICS! Just The Way I’m Not - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[Zoe Diana Tylers]

Between Ember and Romeo, Zoe was going to be eating her own words for at least the next week or so. Her best friend would probably be worse, only because the country blonde lectured her constantly about one of her favorite hobbies, but she was sure her boyfriend had some jokes up his sleeve, too. She deserved it; she knew she did. Though, she'd probably be out of sorts and snippy come morning, two things that did not make for a joking, upbeat mouse. "Ember wouldn't take me home. I told her to; I didn't want to bug ya," she rambled, doing the complete opposite of "keeping it down."

"But I don't want to go to sleep," she said, shaking her head at the idea. It may've been late, and she may've been drunk, but she definitely wasn't anything near tired. She had a burst of energy that would probably disappear within moments, though, for now, Zoe couldn't care less about that. She smiled happily as he answered, kissing him back without hesitation. She pulled him back for a moment, one hand on his cheek to keep his face near hers as her lips pressed hungrily against his. "Thank ya," she whispered with a giggle, kissing him again before releasing him.

She relaxed back against the couch, frowning as, once again, she was denied her muffin. "I guess," she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her skin felt cold to the touch and she rubbed her arms, trying to put some warmth back into herself. Zoe smiled as he came back over, lifting her legs a bit as he slid underneath them. Reluctantly, she swung her legs back down to the floor, sitting up and going to cuddle into his side so she could drink her water. She took the cup, sipping at slowly and letting the liquid work its way through her body. "I love you," she smiled, turning her face up to give him another lingering kiss, lips warm and demanding against his.

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WORDS: 402!
TAG: Her Romeo! <3
LOCATION: His Place, New York
OUTFIT: DRUNKEN MESS!
LYRICS: Do You Wanna Touch by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
NOTES: Sorry it's short >.< <3

[Romeo Jackson Jervis]

Romeo had no intention of letting this night go any time soon. As often as he could he would bring it up, if only to see Zoe’s reaction when she remembered what little she could about how she had wound up at his place and in such a comical mess. He had heard her time and time again talk about how Ember could easily hit a bar and down the vast majority of the drinks it had to offer and right now Romeo wouldn’t be surprised if his quiet girlfriend had done the same tonight! She’d never be able to make another jibe at him after a night out with the guys, and part of Romeo was tempted to go and find his phone or the video camera to capture this moment, just so he could show Zoe it in the morning when she didn’t believe the stories herself. “Y’re not buggin’ us, love. An’ if y’ went ‘ome y’d prob’ly scare the livin’ daylights out o’ Tessie.”

[/color] He joked as he dragged her into the apartment where hopefully she wouldn’t be heard by his neighbours.

Shaking his head, Romeo smirked. She’d want to sleep soon enough, especially once the buzz crashed. He had a feeling though that the second she hit the pillow she’d be out like a light, the alcohol working nicely to bring sleep to the country girl. “At least let’s go and get y’ changed into somethin’ more comfortable, eh?”[/color] Getting her into the bedroom might be an accomplishment in itself given her current mood. The kiss caught him off guard, but he returned it eagerly enough, shaking his head again when they separated. He had been like this before, but the worst Romeo had ever done was woke Ellie up at 4am to play drunken scrabble, though the brunette hadn’t minded since she managed to get all kinds out of her brother, including a day off school; it had been a mistake Romeo hadn’t made twice.

His aim, once she had drank the water, was to get her to bed. He didn’t care if she didn’t sleep right off, but at least she could change out of her dress and into one of his shirts and then get settled for the night. Romeo didn’t mind being kept awake, but he knew that Zoe would be better getting into a deep sleep before the sobering up process began; it was rarely ever pleasant and the hangover in the morning would probably be bad enough for her. “I love y’, too.”[/color] He grinned, licking his lips and then flicking his green eyes to meet hers. “Y’ taste like rum.”[/color] It wasn’t Romeo’s poison of choice, but he didn’t mind it in the grand scheme of things. “Come on, the bedroom is warmer than out ‘ere.”[/color] He told her innocently, grabbing her hands to pull her back to her feet. He grabbed the doughnut box too and made a mental note to refill her glass of water before he fell back asleep too; she’d want it when she woke up!
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TAGGED! Zoe!
WORDS! 553
OUTFIT! Sleepy Scouser!
LYRICS! Just The Way I’m Not - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[Zoe Diana Tylers]

Zoe had been having far too much fun to stop Ember from handing her another drink. It was one of those nights where she didn't want to stop and be responsible; she wanted to have fun and be normal and not worry about what would happen tomorrow. In the morning, she'd probably be kicking herself for the reckless attitude, but, for now, she was going to enjoy every moment of her drunken haze, even if she'd never be allowed to forget it.

Blinking up at him, then looking back down at her dress, she shook her head quickly. The jerky movement caused the room to sway, but it righted itself soon enough, and she was babbling on again. "B-But I like my dress! It's sparkly and strapless and... I like it!" she protested, brushing fondly her hands over the black fabric. "Do I really have to take it off?" she pouted up at him, the puppy eyes back in place as her lower lip jutted out, completely the pathetic look. It was more comical than cute though, mostly because her hair was frizzed and her makeup was slightly smeared; she looked anything but an innocent puppy.

She kept her lips glued to his for a moment longer, only pulling back when he did. Giggling, she shrugged, "Ember jest kept givin' me glasses; I dunno what was in half'a 'em." For all Zoe knew, the city blonde could've well poisoned her; which, come morning, would probably be what she thought had happened. She grabbed his hands and stood up, her legs buckling beneath her as they tried to regain their balance in her monster heels. She fell against his chest for a moment, taking a moment to let her head settle before she put her weight back fully on her feet. She laced a hand with his and walked into his room, only tripping once on the way. Barely letting him get through the door, she wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him, this time with even more heat than on the couch. She didn't care if he pushed her off; tonight, she was going to have her fun, and that included any bedroom activities she tried with her boyfriend.

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WORDS: 403!
TAG: Her Romeo! <3
LOCATION: His Place, New York
OUTFIT: DRUNKEN MESS!
LYRICS: Do You Wanna Touch by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Romeo Jackson Jervis]

It seemed like the girls had definitely had a good night. It was really the only explanation Romeo could think of for Zoe’s current state. He was happy that Ember had convinced her to relax and unwind, embracing city life just a little bit more, but Romeo had a strong feeling that Zoe wouldn’t agree come tomorrow morning when sobriety came crashing back down around her in a terrible memory stealing haze that most of them were used to calling a hangover by now. At least, Romeo was, though he had enough tricks and cures up his sleeve after his freshman year of college that there was nothing to really keep him locked in a dark bedroom under the duvet anymore. He just pulled from that mental list and then got on with whatever he had to do that day, whether it was laundry, work or shopping.

Smirking softly, he reached down to play with Zoe’s soft blonde hair and crouched down beside her. “Exactly, an’ y’ don’t want t’ ruin it, love, do y’?”

[/color] He said gently, his green eyes meeting hers lovingly. “If y’ sleep in it then y’ might not be able t’ wear it again.”[/color] He was mainly thinking that she might vomit on it and he knew from experience that once that happened, people rarely wanted to keep the shirt or the dress around, let alone wear it out again at some future point. “Y’ can change into one o’ me shirts.”[/color] He told her sweetly, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before holding his hand out to help her up from where she was sitting. She looked adorable with the face she was pulling and Romeo knew that sober Zoe would be horrified to hear about all of this come the morning when her head wasn’t spinning so much.

“There was definitely rum in them.”[/color] While he had never been on a night out with Ember, he had seen her once or twice when he had been on a night out with the people he worked with. He had seen the way she could hold herself at a bar and caught a glimpse of the cocktails she bought. Going on that, he assumed that Zoe had been drinking the same things as the city girl tonight. He let her get her balance, supporting her against his chest for a second until she was ready and then took her through to his room, stumbling back into the wall when she practically threw herself at him. He kissed her back, his hands resting on her waist for a moment before he pulled away and looked at her with a dark haze in his own eyes now. “Zoe, what are y’ doin’?”[/color] She was drunk and he wasn’t about to take advantage of that, no matter how heated the kiss was or what she appeared to want from him right now.
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TAGGED! Zoe!
WORDS! 526
OUTFIT! Sleepy Scouser!
LYRICS! Just The Way I’m Not - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[Zoe Diana Tylers]

Nights out with Ember always left Zoe a bit more confident, at least for a few hours. The blondes made a pretty sight, and that gave her a shot of pride that the shy mouse usually didn't display, especially not around Romeo. But, then again, she usually didn't come stumbling through his door in the middle of the night, either. Zoe wasn't going to back down though; not until the alcohol finally set in a left her feeling more sick than any flu. For now, she was going to strut around in her killer heels and makeout with her boyfriend and just enjoy herself; it wasn't a luxury she allowed herself very often.

She blinked at him warily as he crouched down next to her, head tilting as his fingers toyed with her messy hair. Even drunk, she knew he was right; she should change into something comfy before she killed herself in her current outfit. Zoe reached over to kiss him again, sighing as she pulled back. "Fine. But I want a warm shirt," she said, gently pulling his face back after he pecked her forehead. She kissed him, lips lingering for a long moment before she released him and attempted to get up again so she could go change.

In his room, Zoe didn't stop the kiss until he broke away. If she was going to play city girl tonight, she was going to do it right; drinking, dancing, and intimate activities included. He could push and prod her all he liked; he'd even said she was in charge when it came to stuff like this and, tonight, she wanted more than a few heated seconds on his couch. She looked up at his question, cocking her head to the side as she debated an answer for a moment. "Somethin' I've wanted to do fer a long time," she whispered back, lips on his again as soon as the words left her mouth. Her fingers ran through his hair as she kissed him, not caring at all that she had him pinned against the wall. This was going to happen; she'd wanted this for longer than she let on, and, right now, nothing, not even common sense, was holding her back.

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WORDS: 403!
TAG: Her Romeo! <3
LOCATION: His Place, New York
OUTFIT: DRUNKEN MESS!
LYRICS: Do You Wanna Touch Me by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Romeo Jackson Jervis]

Romeo had found it harder than he had let on to control himself around Zoe. He did want more from their relationship, but he wasn’t going to be the one to push it with her. She wanted to wait and Romeo understood that, but it didn’t stop him being wildly attracted to her. He was a young man and his thoughts were not always innocent, especially not when Zoe was in this kind of mood.

His breathing was already ragged from the heated kiss and it was so tempting to pull her back into his arms and give into everything she was seemingly implying. He wanted it all so badly, but she was drunk and no matter how tempting it was, he wasn’t the guy who took advantage. Ever. He groaned as her lips met his again and pulled her closer for just a second before he pushed her away again and held her at arm’s length. His eyes were dark with lust, but he had moral standards of his own and he wasn’t about to cross the line Zoe was teetering on tonight. “Zoe, no.”

[/color] He said firmly, taking a deep breath and then walking to the opposite side of his room to the drawers to pull out a shirt for Zoe to change into. He needed a moment to control his own desires. “Y’re drunk, love an’ if we did this then y’d regret it in the mornin’. I want y’r first time t’ be special an’ for it t’ be right; not some drunken impulse.”[/color] He crossed back over to her and pressed his lips softly to her forehead before handing her the shirt. “’Ere, get changed an’ I’ll go an’ get y’ another glass o’ water.”[/color] He smiled softly at her and then left the room, moving to the kitchen to get Zoe another glass of cool water for later in the night or even the morning when she woke up.

He didn’t know how drunken Zoe would feel about him pushing her away like that, but he knew that he had done the right thing. Once she sobered up she would’ve regretted anything that might’ve happened if he didn’t have self-control and Romeo didn’t want the country blonde to regret anything about their relationship. If anything was going to happen that was more than a make-out session then it was going to happen when Zoe was completely sober and knew what she was doing.
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TAGGED! Zoe!
WORDS! 448!
OUTFIT! Sleepy Scouser!
LYRICS! Just The Way I’m Not - - - All Time Low
NOTES! <3

[Zoe Diana Tylers]

Somehow, she fell asleep. She couldn't remember how, and she couldn't even recall how she'd gotten out of her dress, but, somehow, she'd ended up curled in bed next to Romeo, who seemed to be more knocked out than she was. Zoe did not want to move. Her entire body felt heavy, and there was a pain raging inside her muddled head; she couldn't remember where it'd come from. The groggy exhaustion spread over every inch of her skin the moment she tried to move, producing a groan from her dry lips. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, quickly shutting them again as the harsh light of the morning glared against them. One flash was enough to send her stomach into a whirl, and she was up and out of the bed faster than ever. She rushed into the bathroom, spilling the contents of the previous evening into the toilet and sputtering as they came back up. What the hell had happened last night?

She honestly couldn't remember. Flashes of dancing and heated kisses and burning drinks came to her mind, but everything else was a muddled mess. One thing was for sure, Ember had been in a good portion of it all, buying as many alcoholic mixtures as Zoe was. Vomiting again, the reason for her fuzzy head was suddenly clear; the blondes had had a pretty wild night together, complete with drunken messes, crazy kisses, and waking up in strange places.

Her head hurt. Her throat was dry, and she was cold; she wanted to go home. Had someone driven her here last night? Was her car downstairs like usual? Thinking made the headache worse. She groaned again, rubbing her temples and fighting back the bile that was rising in her throat. Zoe curled up on the bathroom floor, hugging Romeo's shirt closer around her shivering body as she willed her pains to go away.

She was never drinking again.

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WORDS: 400!
TAG: Her Romeo! <3
LOCATION: His Place, New York
OUTFIT: DRUNKEN MESS!
LYRICS: Do You Wanna Touch Me by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
NOTES: <3 <3 <3