The Drug In Me Is You (Jessi)

[Michael Faucheux]

Mickey was truly a sight to behold. A tatted idiot stumbling around the cabin area in batman boxers, a bottle of vodka in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Dakota had kicked him out of the Aphrodite cabin which seemed fair enough considering the ruckus he was making so late at night. Unfortunately for Michael, there wasn't really a place for him to go. He hadn't really been good at friend making and many of his bed-mates had siblings or he just couldn't remember them. 

His subconscious seemed to know where it was going though, his uncoordinated feet carrying him somewhere in particular. It hadn't quite dawned on him where he was headed until a familiar cabin stood before him. Zelus' Cabin. A lopsided grin spread across his face as he made his way to the door, leaning against it. "Jessiiiii," he called out, knocking on the door with the vodka bottle. "It's cooooold can I come in?" 


Tag: Jessi Burke

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi was drunk, again. It wasn't unusual for her to drunk by herself in her cabin. She was sitting on the floor surrounded by empty bottles as she sat there quietly and sipped. She cried earlier about how life sucked. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear-stained as she occasionally sniffed. Vincent refused to see her again, which stung, but she probably knew that he knew about her and Mickey.

She picked her head up as she looked at the door as someone knocked on her door and called out to her. It was Mickey. Speak of Hades... She got up and stumbled over to the door before she opened it. "Mickey," she said as she scrunched her eyebrows in concentration as she looked at the half-naked boy in front of her. "Why are you here?"

[Michael Faucheux]

She was home! She was here and she was home in front of him and gods did it feel like home. "Jessi! I didn't have a place to go and Dakota was mad and it's cold but then I remembered you!" he explained, smile quickly turning to a frown as he looked her over. "Hey, what's wrong? Don't be sad," he slurred, planting kisses all over her face as if that would fix whatever was wrong.

He brightened up, a metaphorical lightbulb appearing above his head. "Here!" he said excitedly, shoving the bottle of vodka towards her. It was already half empty. He frowned again, studying it. "Oh nooo... I didn't mean to drink it..." he whimpered, shivering. His pale skin was littered with goosebumps but he was far too worried about Jessi to care for himself.

[Jessi Burke]

"Why did she kick you..." Jessi started to ask, but she was quickly interrupted by Mickey's kisses all over her face. She started giggling as she tried to move away from his lips. "Stop... trying... I'm... fine..." she said between giggles before there was a bottle of vodka shoved towards her. She giggled more as she took it away from him and inspected the label. "Ohhh..." she said before she took a swig of it. "My favorite."

She put the bottle down and she looked at Mickey with half-dazed eyes. She smiled before she reached out to grab his arm and pulled him into her cabin. "You're cold," she said as she closed the door behind him and pulled him towards her bed. "We need to warm you up."

[Michael Faucheux]

His chest fluttered as she giggled. He wanted her to giggle again, for her eyes to light up and face glow. Gods did he want her to be happy. He squeaked slightly in surprise as he was pulled into her cabin and then towards her bed, completely losing his footing and very un-gracefully falling onto her bed. "I fell," he pointed out, snorting as he pulled her down on top of him.

"Jessssi my sister wanted me to ask you something," he started, brows furrowing in concentration. "But now I forgot what it was... Shit," he pursed his lips, trying to remember what he was supposed to be talking to her about. If he couldn't remember it must have not been all that important. "Oh well!" he giggled, pulling her close. He wanted to be near her. Even with her pressed up against him it still felt like she was so far away.

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi giggle some more as Mickey fell onto the bed and he pulled her down on top of him. "I see that," she said between giggles before she leaned down to peck him on the lips. She had the biggest, goofiest smile on her face as he looked down at Mickey. She raised her eyebrows when he said he was going to ask her something, but forgot. "Was it to get drunk with me?" she asked as she giggled some more as he pulled her in closer.

She ducked her head closer to Mickey's before she whispered for no apparent reason, "I think you wanted to get drunk with me. I think that was your question." She smiled before she leaned in to kiss him. It wasn't as rough and harsh as their normal kisses, but this one was very thorough.

[Michael Faucheux]

Her smile made Mickey's stomach do somersaults. People talk about getting butterflies but it was more like the entire zoo had been let loose in the boy's abdomen. Jessi kissing him certainly didn't help to lessen the situation, worsening it if anything. He kissed her back, trying not to smile but failing. He couldn't help it. He was happy. That's a thing people do when they're happy, right? Smile?

It felt like the kiss lasted forever, something he could hardly complain about. There was something different about it this time. They weren't as desperate. There was no rush or hunger, just the two of them in complete peace. He slowly pulled away, a soft smile blessing his features. His cheeks were tinged pink, something that could easily be attributed to the alcohol. He hummed softly, giving her one more peck. "You make me all bubbly and happy," he murmured, fingers gently tracing up and down her spine.

[Jessi Burke]

This was probably one of the longer kisses they ever shared. They were both just taking their dear sweet time. They had the rest of the night to share, since Mickey probably wasn't welcomed back into his cabin tonight. She sighed a bit as Mickey pulled away from her lips and she opened her eyes to look down at him. She giggled as she moved a hand to bop his nose. "And I think you're drunk," she said as she smiled widely. "And I think I'm drunk too..." The thought became outrageous funny for Jessi as she broke down into giggles and buried her head into Mickey's bare chest as she tried to contain herself.

[Michael Faucheux]

He chuckled softly at Jessi's amusement, shaking his head. He couldn't help but grin, though. He loved seeing her like this, so happy and unburdened. "You're definitely very drunk and very cute and I think that I'm only like... a little drunk," he rambled, pausing to think about it. "Actually... I might be a lot 'cause I think I want to like... be your prince or something. I just wanna like be with you like all the time? It's not normal to miss someone so much but I always miss you annnd I just wanna hold you all the time..."

He was definitely rambling at this point, words slurred and drawn out like he was trying to explain a very confusing concept. The boy was confused, though. He had never experienced anything like this before. He had never cared about anyone like he did this damned Zelus girl. Fuck, this wasn't going to end well. He frowned at the though, pursing his lips as he looked at her. "You're gonna break my heart, princess." he mumbled sadly. "You're gonna break it all up and I'm gonna let you,"

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi lifted her head from Mickey's chest as she looked down at him and scrunched her eyebrows together. She tried to follow along with what he was saying, but her brain was fuzzy from the alcohol and Mickey wasn't necessarily making sense at the moment. She pressed her lips together as she tried to make sense of it all, but shook her head and giggled as she decided to forget about it.

"Hey," she giggled as she ducked her head closer towards his. "Do you want to know a secret?" A big smile appeared on her face. "I kinda like it when you call me princess... I act like I don't, but I really do. I really do like Princess."

[Michael Faucheux]

Drunks are impossible to talk to in that they don't listen and generally make little sense. In any other situation, the boy would've simply seduced her or have gotten frustrated and left. However, Mickey was drunk himself. The change of subject didn't even register to him, only giggling at her words.

She liked being called princess, and she wasn't just any princess. She was his princess. Well, not officially, but he'd make it happen. Besides, she was practically already wrapped around his finger. At least, that's how it seemed to the Aphrodite boy. In all reality he was the one under her control. He'd deny it fervently, mostly to himself, but he was hopelessly in love. The only time he seemed to accept this fact was when he had a bit too much to drink. And gods did he feel it.

"Well, princess, I really do like you," he replied, followed by a soft kiss. His eyes searched hers and he let out a sigh. "I think you're my first love. Isn't that stupid? The son of the love goddess and I've never even loved," The only thing Mickey had ever loved was his childhood dog. He was devastated when the dog passed. His father always pushed him away so he learned at a young age to return the coldness. As for his mother... He had a bit of spite for the goddess. There was certainly no love to be found. It was a miracle the boy was alive with his heart so dead. It seemed that the fiery girl before him had sparked something inside of him. With any luck the two wouldn't burn.

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi giggled as she bit her lower lip as she looked down at Mickey. She was really happy for a moment and she didn't know why. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was Mickey. She was happy and she hadn't been truly happy in a long time. She smiled down at him as he made a half-drunken confession. "You like me?" she said with a giggle. "I'm your first love?" She smiled widely as she looked down at him.

"I think you're my first love too," she said as she pressed her lips together in thought. "I mean... I've had boyfriends and we did things, but I never loved them. But you're not my boyfriend and I think I love you..." She knitted her eyebrows together as she tried to make sense of that thought. "Can you love someone without dating them?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow at him.

[Michael Faucheux]

He stared at her as if deep in thought, though thinking never seemed to be a strong suit of his. There was lots of decision making with very little thought process. He could easily be described as reckless, stupid even, but it's not like he cared. "Well my penis loves you and we're not dating." he pointed out in a completely serious voice. The one time he's serious and it's about something stupid.

"And I could be your boyfriend," he suggested, a boyish smile on his face. "Though I'm not entirely sure how to be one 'cause I never have been. Do you like flowers? I could get you flowers. You don't seem like the type of girl who'd like flowers, though. You're not like any girl I've ever met."

He shivered slightly, pulling her in for another kiss. He had lost his usual roughness and replaced it with something that can only be described as tenderness. The word tender is not one anyone would ever suspect to see used in the same sentence with Mickey. He wasn't violent exactly, but certainly not to be let around small children. Gods only know how he'd manage to screw that up. He pulled away with his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "See? He loves you just as much as I do," he mumbled, referring to his semi-hard member straining to be released from his childish batman boxers. Mickey was definitely childish. "Hey now buddy I'm tryna have a moment here," he scolded sternly. Yep, the impossible idiot was definitely still there. Perhaps the sweet side of him was nothing more than the alcohol.

[Jessi Burke]

Jessi started giggling again as Mickey started talking about his penis. "Your penis loves me too?" she asked as she bit her lower lip to contain her giggles but that was failing. Mickey and his penis loved her. That was hilarious for some odd reason, then again, the alcohol intensified her feelings, which was why she was feeling so giddy at the moment. Plus, penis was just a funny sounding word. Penis...

She looked down at Mickey and raised her eyebrows at him. "You want to be my boyfriend?" she asked as she grinned. "That would make me your girlfriend. And I like flowers, but not all types of flowers, only some of them, but you don't have to buy me flowers unless you want to, but you don't have to." She smiled against his lips as he pulled her in for another kiss. This was completely different than the other kisses they shared. This was sweeter. More tender.

She pulled away from his lips giggling as his second head decided to interrupt them. "Maybe he wants to have some fun," she suggested as she winked at Mickey.

[Michael Faucheux]

"Well then I'd like to make you my girlfriend so I can bring you flowers," he decided, nodding with a goofy grin. Gods how he'd love to have her all to himself. He had never been tied down though and whether or not he could handle a relationship was debatable. Besides, it's not like Jessi was being serious. At least the boy assumed she wasn't, as she had no reason to be. Mickey knew he'd be a shit boyfriend, regardless of how much he loved her.

His usual smirk played upon his face again at her comment. "I do quite like a bit of fun..." he mused, deciding it'd be in his best interest to take up the offer. For once in his life sex hadn't been on his mind and yet his other head seemed to have different ideas. Not that he could complain, exactly. Besides, just the thought of feeling her again brought him to a full erection. Might as well make use of it.

---SECKSIES---

Pain. So much pain. His head throbbed to the point where he could barely think, groaning and rolling over only to find a warm body next to him. He opened one eye to take a peek but quickly shut it, muttering a curse. Yep, definitely hungover. He sighed, scooting closer to the person, who, as far as his hands could tell, was a girl. Or a guy with boobs. Either way, it didn't really matter. He just wanted to get out of there before they woke up. He mustered up the courage to open his eyes once more, struggling to sit up. He tried to survey the room but was hit with a wave of nausea, groaning as he flopped back onto the pillow.

Jessi. He recognized the cabin as being Zelus', and she was the only prodigal. He decided that fleeing the scene could wait, pulling her close to him. He had never quite understood the point of spooning until then, lips gently pressed against her shoulder as her body melded with his. He smiled softly to himself, a bit proud of having scored with her several times now. And it seemed he always stayed with her for cuddling. Besides, he didn't really want to get out of bed with his hangover wreaking hell.