A/N: Trigger warning - Heavy alcohol use including pressured intoxication.

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Sitting up, Jake ran his fingers through his wet hair while laughing, "I have to give you credit for that one, Jessica. You saved a man's life tonight."

Jessy sprayed Jake again, "My name is Jessy! Jess-y! Get it right!"

"You mean she saved your life," Dan corrected while wiping his forehead dry. "I had you."

"In your dreams, Anderson," Jake stood up and shook out his arms. "You could never kill me."

"Maybe you haven't heard. I shot a legend," Dan boasted. "I can handle a freak like you."

"But you didn't kill him. If you had done your job properly, well, we wouldn't be in the position we are in now, would we?" Jake glared. "And, maybe you haven't heard, I'm the train terror! I kill anyone who gets in my way. Police, civilians, doesn't matter."

"Jake, why would you say that?" I interrupted. "He's lying! The news reports are wrong! He didn't kill any innocents! The police shot at us first into a crowd! They're the ones who killed the civilians."

“See? I told you guys they didn’t do it!” Lilly grinned.

"MC, you’re ruining my image," Jake frowned at me. "But I am getting cold and I would appreciate a change of clothes."

"I left our bag in the bathroom. You should go get changed," I motioned towards the bathroom.

Jake pushed past Dan, giving him a smug look. Dan grunted in response. As Jake passed me, he kissed me briefly, but lovingly, then continued to the bathroom.

"If you're all done fighting amongst yourselves," Angela said sarcastically. "Clean up my kitchen. Now." She shook her head with disgust, then retreated back to her bedroom.

Jessy sighed and put the hose away while Cleo and Lilly tossed towels at Dan and Thomas. Then the three girls sat back down at the table, giving sharp looks at the boys to take responsibility for the mess.

"Hey, how come he gets away with it?" Dan protested.

"He's not the one who started it!" Cleo reminded him. "You overreacted!"

"Figures," Dan mumbled as he crouched down to wipe the floor. "Guys like me always get blamed."

"Aw, did you want me to get you a tissue?" I teased.

"You know I have your best interest at heart, right?" He looked up at me.

"Yes, I know, but you need to have a little more faith in me," I replied. "Maybe you haven't heard, I exposed a legend."

Dan threw his towel at me for mocking him. Giggling while I dodged, I left him to go pick up my whiskey bottle from the table. I took a swig then carried it with me as I went to check on Jake. I found him shirtless as he was about to put the dry one on.

"Hey," he smirked at me entering the bathroom.

"Don’t 'hey' me," I pointed the bottle at him while leaning against the vanity. "You nearly lost control back there."

"Oh, you noticed," his expression soured.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I noticed."

"As I said, it's been a long day," he avoided eye contact as he put his shirt on. "I'm not going to apologise though. They were absolutely out of line."

"Well, Thomas did swing first, but don't think I didn’t notice you baiting him," I glared.

"So maybe I did, " he shrugged and stepped in front of me leaning against the vanity. "What are you going to do about it?" He took the bottle from my hands and chugged.

"Should you be drinking?" I questioned.

Jake stopped and grinned as he wiped his mouth with his arm, "No, but don't tell anyone. I need to de-stress. You shouldn't worry though, it'll take a lot more than this to get me drunk."

He pressed his lips against mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the whiskey on him and somehow I became more intoxicated from it. I felt so dizzy and flushed, but it wasn't enough. I wanted, no, needed more. I needed us to separate from the world and all the shit that was going on. With both hands I grabbed his head and pulled him closer. He put the bottle down on the vanity so he could hold my hips as he pressed into me. I moaned softly against his lips. He sucked on my bottom lip causing me to gasp. Then he pulled away and handed the bottle back to me suggestively. I took another swig while Jake idly started grinding his hips against me.

"This apartment is so disgustingly perfect. Let's degrade it," he leant forward and whispered in my ear.

"No," I shook my head. "I think Angela's had enough tonight without us abusing her generosity."

"Then let's get out of here. There's a park not far away from here. It had a few quiet spots where no one would bother us. Unless you want to make a show of it," he smirked darkly.

"Jake!" I laughed, lightly hitting him across the chest.

"Ok, but think about it, there's this really ostentatious statue to the hero and founder of Colville. Let's defile it!" he mused. 

"It’s not worth getting caught over," I pointed out. 

"You're not drunk enough yet," Jake lifted the bottle to my lips, forcing me to take another swig.

"Hey! How can I be the voice of reason if I'm drunk!" I argued. 

"I don't want your reasoning, I want you," he snickered before taking another few gulps.

"Um, uh, maybe we should leave now," I blushed. "But that feels rude after the effort Jessy went through to convince Angela."

"That is entirely up to you," he shrugged. "Here, there, everywhere, you're mine tonight."

"We were only separated for a few hours," I commented. 

"Hmm, I get it, you're new. You see, there is no greater high for me than challenging law enforcement and rendering them useless," he grinned devilishly. 

"So in other words, you're drunk on power," I giggled.

"That still sounds like too much reason," he frowned and brought the bottle to my lips again to force me to drink. 

I took another gulp, then pushed away, spilling some of the whiskey on my hoodie, "Hey! That's my spare one!"

"Take it off so we can clean it," he pretended to be serious.

"Nuh-uh, I know how that works. I take it off and suddenly all my clothes are off," I narrowed my eyes.

"You can't blame me for trying," he snickered.

"Let me tell you a secret," I leant in and whispered. "I almost fell for it."

"Are you sure we can't just fuck here?" He eyed me like a predator stalking his prey. "With the reverberation in this room, your moans would be to die for."

"They'll hear us," I blushed.

Jake laughed, "Is that what you're worried about? Just put a towel in your mouth then!"

"No, we should go," I decided. "Maybe we can sneak out."

"We can go out the way I came in," Jake offered.

"How did you do that? We're on the first floor," I frowned.

"I climbed. It was easy actually," he said nonchalantly.

"Ok, I'm going to take a peek first, to make sure it's clear," I held a finger up to my lips to shush him.

From there, my memory became hazy. I remember peeking out of the bathroom and seeing the others had gone to the living room. We snuck out through the kitchen and out the balcony door. I vaguely remember hearing someone calling out to us as we made our grand escape. I do remember squealing and giggling like the drunken mad woman I was.

Jake jumped off the balcony first onto the pavement below, then I drunkenly fell into his arms. I doubt I would've been able to jump from that height if I wasn’t drunk. As soon as my feet were planted onto the ground, we took off down the alley to the main street. I have a vague memory of shouting at some random people giving me looks and Jake shushing me while pretending he didn't find it funny. I started stumbling so much that Jake had to support me as we walked. At one point he left me leaning against a wall and he suddenly came back with a bottle of vodka. To be honest, I think he stole it, but I couldn’t tell you how.

Jake mentioned something about a database of known vacancies and the next thing I remember he broke into some media mogul's penthouse at the top of a tall apartment building. Instead of worrying about getting caught, I nagged him to hurry up because I needed to know if there was a hot tub. There wasn't a whole lot I remembered of that night. All I know is that the place was trashed by morning and I woke up with the worst hangover.