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| There was something to be said for self-control and, as a general rule, Colton had never known exactly what that something was. Sure, everyone talked about how they supposedly had it, how he should try a little bit of it sometime, the whole nine yards, but it just wasn't his thing. He was the sort of guy that believed in figuring out what you wanted and just going for it, which really sounds a lot more admirable than it really was. Usually when people say something like that, they're talking about the big picture, long term goals, achievements of a lifetime. For the blonde Shark, it was more along the lines of wanting to get drunk, so grabbing a bottle or more frequently, wanting that hot girl, so hitting on her (this one was successful more not than often). Considering he was so terrible at restricting himself when sober, attempting to do it while half in the bag was just a miracle. But lo and behold, he was sort of doing it right now! Granted, he was drinking like a fish, but what he wasn't doing was manhandling Mercey, which was something he very much wanted to do on a regular basis. And oh how she was testing his limits, whether she knew it or not (he figured she was damn well aware of it), she was a vicious creature, pushing him like this. As if the -----y flirting fake out wasn't terrible enough, here she was, only a few feet away from him -- feet which could be easily closed, since the pair were seated on the couch -- practically flaunting her goods! Okay, in her defense, that might not have been the intention, but it's exactly what poor Colton, with his one track mind (around Mercey), perceived it as. Had this been a know what you want and go for it moment he would have flown across that couch so fast, you would've missed it if you'd blinked, and been copping a feel this very instant (ahem...okay, so that was the PG version of Colton's know what you want and go for it moment). Why did she have to ruin perfect moments though? Really. The first time, she'd sent him up to Cloud 9 only to put him in the ground within the next second and now, she decides to follow up with that accusatory question. ----, this girl made his head hurt. It wasn't until he was done with his highly agitated response that he had caught on to the little aside she'd slipped in the midst of it. "Not yet, anyway," well hell, if that was as promising as it sounded, all was forgiven! He almost coughed up his damn drink in surprise! This was the first time she had done anything but shoot him down harshly and he was doing a very poor job of hiding his shock. Yeah, he wanted to get with her and hell yeah, he constantly made passes at her, but that didn't mean he really thought they'd ever work. Shit, lately, he'd been doing it more out of habit and opportunity than genuine hope. While he didn't say anything on the subject, his complacent smile and shocked eyes said everything he didn't. Now hope could be rekindled. All the drop dead gorgeous Shark (okay, the other drop dead gorgeous Shark) had to do was say the word and he'd drop Mafia so fast she wouldn't know what hit her. And no, that wasn't just because they weren't actually doing the horizontal tango yet, he'd do the same to any girl, no matter how much he was getting, for a romp with his mighty leader. Y'know, he'd even be totally down with her leading the Sharks if, well, if she'd just get down with him! However, apparently Mercey had her own notions on how to get him to drop Princess like a hot potatoe that didn't exactly jive well with his own. Seriously, why did she care so much? Bella was nobody to him, okay, so he was a little into her, but come on, she was hot and a little saucy (-----es were apparently his downfall), he was into that. But the whole ordeal probably wouldn't have shaped up to be more than a fling. God, the way Mercey went on about it, you'd think he just shot her grandmother or something, she'd chewed him out a million times before, he should have been used to it, but it was never anything like this. "Just 'cause you're not gettin' ----ed don't mean you need to rag on me for gettin' a little." he glowered, granted, he could avoid the whole ordeal by 'fessing up that he really wasn't getting anything at all, but this had become a matter of pride. He was now noticing that she seemed more genuinely ----ed off at him, rather than aggravated with the principle of the thing. Colton found himself beginning to doubt that she'd be quite so infuriated sounded if it were anyone but him sitting here. Actually, if it were anyone but him, she would have tracked them down elsewhere, gave them a stern talking to and ordered them to call it off. But no, not with him, she seemed to reserve anger specifically for him, for whatever reason and now she was getting pretty personal, calling his loyalties into question! His face narrowing into a very rare look, one of pure anger, he breathed in deeply, slamming his bottle onto the floor so hard the bottom cracked out of it, but he ignored the whiskey rushing out onto his floor and simply sat there, rigid, clenching and unclenching his fists. He would take abuse from Mercey, yeah, he'd let it slide right off, even just watch how much hotter she got when she was ----ed. Tonight was a different story. All signs of good humour slipped away and his eyes snapped in her direction, oh if looks could kill... "A traitor. A ----ing traitor, Mercey?! You ----in' kiddin' me?!" his voice had begun in a low tone, raspy almost, as he apparently tried to contain himself, but volume control had gotten away from him quickly (ah the glories of intoxication) and he found himself yelling "You really think I'm tryna get into the Mafia? You--" punching the cushion he was sitting on, he stood quickly, walking away from the woman on his couch, far enough that he wouldn't aim the next hit at her. Hitting girls was not something he did, but he was still in control enough to recognize his uncontrollable temper creeping up on him and didn't want to be anywhere near her when she delivered her next verbal strike below the belt "Don't you ----in' know anythin' about your own gang?! Don't you ----in' get anything?! I bled for these guys, I drawn blood for 'em an' I'd sure as hell kill for 'em! I didn't see your --- there when one of your own was outnumbered, but I was ----in' there!" he shouted, gesturing to his lesser eye, he continued "Why would I go after that? You stupid or somethin'?! How many times have you shot me down now? You even know anymore? A lot Merce. A ----in' lot." finally, growing quiet, he shut his eyes, his body deathly still as he tried to collect himself, pulling out and lighting a cigarette before he could admit calmly "An' fine, you wanna know how good of a lay she is? I don't know, okay? I ain't ----ed her yet." And the truth comes out! Fireball Whiskey and Bourbon: One; Colton: Zero! |