"Hey....fuck....bloody fuck..." He growled, pushing away from the table with an annoyed expression. He started walk away then, before turning around and marching back to grab the back of Casey's shirt and physically haul him off of Adelaide.
"Mate, get lost. I was trying to converse with the little bint, if you don't mind."
"Don't mess with him, Fotze!" Rike had seen Addy manhandling her friend from afar, and knew he was too smashed to realize what she was really doing. Not that Rike was entirely sober, herself. Which is why she leapt into the fight with a right hook aimed at the other girl's jaw.
One thought chimed into Casey's head as he felt himself torn away from Adelaide by the collar of his shirt, looking into Leon's quite angry eyes: this was not going as planned. He didn't really know what the hell the plan was in general and had only been playing along, but being face to face with a rather angry senior had not been on his agenda.
Casey heard Addy shout beside him as he grabbed Leon's hand long enough to free his shirt, his muddled mind attempting to come up with a response when he heard another shout that didn't belong to the Lalaurie. His head snapped to the side just in time to see Rike launching her fist directly at Adelaide's face.
"Fuck!" Leon shouted, eyes going a bit wide at the sight of Rike joining the fray. Well, damn... His evening hadn't started out as planned, but things were getting widely out of control rather quickly.
"Adelaide!" Why he was even concerned was behind him. Rike had done the very thing he wanted to do, but it didn't seem to make him feel better. Letting go of Casey, Leon all but tried to shove the kid out of the way while daring to get between the two girls.
"You're a fotze!" Adelaide screamed back at Rike, completely oblivious to its meaning but pretty certain it was an insult. She was about to lash out and smack the little commie with all her fury, but then Leon was there between them and she was pressed to his side once more, as she had longed to be for months. It was sufficiently distracting.
Her jaw ached where Rike had punched her, but at that moment Rike was the last thing on her mind. She shoved against Leon a little, as if she were going for the other girl, but gave up quickly enough and leaned her weight on the drinks table, holding her jaw gingerly. "Fucking bitch."
With Adelaide's warmer Bruder back up getting between them, Rike backed off despite her less-than-rational state of mind. She spat at Addy and turned away to go check on Casey.
"You are very drunk, you will feel stupid in the morning."
Casey watched Rike's fist connect with Addy's jaw and he winced, automatically taking a step back from the two girls out of instinct. Leon's shove only made him take another awkward step back and slosh more of his drink on his hand. That rum and coke was slowly dwindling away and he hadn't really had any of it yet.
His attention turned to Rike as she turned to look at him, and his eyes went from her to Leon, then to Addy leaning on the table. He hadn't had enough booze yet to keep him from seeing his cue to leave. "Wouldn't be the first time," Casey moved to grab Rike's hand to get the two girls farther apart, "Come on."
"What the hell is your problem?" He ignored the other two, not caring what their own problems. Instead he turned to look at Adelaide, reaching out to gingerly touche her jaw.
"You need some ice for that." And seeing as he was the only sober one there, he realized he'd probably be the one playing nurse. "You should stop getting yourself punched."
"You're my problem," she grumbled. "You totally cockblocked me." She tried not to enjoy his touching her face too much, though his hands were cold from holding a drink and it was very soothing on her tender jaw.
But then, like always, he just kept talking. "It's not like I try to get punched all the time." She flicked his hand away, annoyed again. "I'm just prone to bringing out the animal in others."
"Stop it." Damnit. He was the sober one here. Scrubbing his hair he sighed, jutting one hip out to the side as he looked up at the sky. "Fuck me, Adelaide..."
He turns as if he wants to walk away, before grumbling as he reached behind her to grab a cup of melting ice. He held it up to her cheek, even smirking a little. "It you want to bring out the wild side, you know there are better places to do that, right?"
Adelaide scowled at him. "Apologize and I'll think about it." She sighed quietly and slipped her hand under his so that he didn't have to hold the cup to her face all night. She mightn't be completely sober just now, but she was pretty sure she could manage a single cup. "You can be a real ass sometimes," she added gently.
"I honestly think I can say you start at least half our fights, and always have. Bit of the pot and kettle, you know?" He didn't move his hand though, not at first. He let it sit over her's lightly, looking at here carefully before he sighed.
She shrugged. "I went to the beach a lot. Got some wicked tan lines," she added with a laugh, almost going to show him before she remembered, bitterly, that they weren't like that. The cheeky smile disappeared right off her face. "How was yours?"
"Was fine. Spent it England...and France." His accent gave that away, at least. It was always a little thicker when he'd been with his grandparents; less American and more British all around. "I've missed you...."
The side of her mouth curled up in a little smile even as she tried to hide it. "Sure you have," she replied with an eyeroll and a touch of sarcasm. She wanted to believe him, she really did. "You didn't think of me once; not with all those easy French girls around."
"I don' want to fight anymore," he said with a sigh, finally dropping his hand to rest it on his hip. "I did...It is sort of hard to not think about the girl who tried to turn you into a fuckin' frog." Which was funny, if you thought about the fact that he is half-French.
Her eyebrows might have skyrocketed into her hairline. She never, in a million years, expected Leon to say that he didn't want to fight anymore. "You kinda had it coming," she said, attempting a stern face but visibly melting under his charm.
"Maybe." He said looking down as he dug a the toe of his left shoe into the dirt. "Adelaide....Addy...you even think about us starting over? I mean, really think about it? I think it would be nice, you know?"
She was rendered (almost) speechless. "How much have you had to drink, Leon?" She finally asked in a soft whisper. They had been getting gradually quieter from the first yelled insult to now. Even as she expressed words of disbelief she moved closer to him, taking his hand into hers.
"I'm not drunk, Addy." He said softly, looking at her with a quiet sort of seriousness. "I mean it. Heh. I was jerk...I know." But did that mean they had to keep fighting? Weren't they, at one point, actually good for each other?
She looked down then, almost ashamed to admit even to herself how badly she wanted him. "I miss you a lot. And... I'm sorry about the frog thing." Goddamnit! How did he make her do that? She had no intention of apologizing for that ever; but here she was completely disarmed and with her heart about to beat right out of her chest.
Michi wasn't eavesdropping but she saw Addy and Leon getting closer and she had that swoony look. He was using that god damn European charm again. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. She couldn't take it anymore. "ADELAIDE LEGAUX!" she barged in on the conversation and hooked her arm around Adelaide's elbow and pulled her away from Leon.
She glared at the boy who had caused her friend so many tears. Mama Michi was out in full force and she had no intention of seeing this game playing out again. "We have booze to attend to Legs," she gave her a little tug.
He was leaning in for a kiss, not even concerned with the rest of the party when suddenly he heard Michi's voice. His head spun to the side as he stared at the girl with wide eyes and a bit of a slacked jaw.
Why did people keep interrupting them?
"Michi!...." Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Addy...fuck..." Now was not a good time for his words to fail him, but they sure as hell weren't coming to his mind in a way he wanted them to. "Michi, wait!"
Addy was thrown completely off-balance by Michi's sudden appearance; she wasn't quite sober enough to stay on her feet the way she would have liked. "MICHI, NOT NOW." She clawed her friend's hand off her arm. "Kinda busy."
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