JAZZ STANDS outside of the White Wyrm, Toni right by her side. The blonde looks to her friend who gives Jazz a reassuring nod before the two walk in.

It was the 40th anniversary of the Serpents becoming what they are and a party is being thrown at the White Wyrm. Jazz decided to dress up a little; wearing a tight white dress, her serpent jacket over her shoulder and black heels. Toni begged to do her makeup and left the girl with silver eyelids and purple lipstick.

Toni and Jazz walk over to their friends who haven't noticed them yet, instead they're taking shots.

"Starting without us?" Jazz says, walking up to them, a smile on her face.

Sweet Pea looks up and smiles at her, "Wanted to get a head start before the shots master came."

"That's a stupid name," Toni states, picking up a cup of alcohol.

"Whatever Antoinette," he fires back, a smirk on his face.

"Hey. Jazz. Get your little friend here in line," the brunette points to the blonde before taking a sip of the beer.

"Fuck off Sweet Pea," is all Jasmine says as she gets the shots ready, a smile on her face.

Sweet Pea just watches her, not even bothering to fight the smile that was forming on his face.

"What's up, hottie?" Zach, also known as Zay, greets the blonde, putting an arm around her waist, "You look very gorgeous tonight."

Before Jazz can even push him away, Sweet Pea speaks up, a glare on his face, "That's my girl. You better back off."

Zay laughs, removing his arm from her waist and looking at the two, not noticing Jazz's shocked face. Sweet Pea just mouths something to her and she nods.

"I don't believe that for a minute," Zay says, smirking and crossing his arms.

"Why not?" Jazz asks, confidently walking over to Sweet Pea and putting a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down so their lips meet. Almost immediately he kisses back, putting a hand on her waist and closing his eyes.

The kiss lasts for almost thirty seconds before the break apart, looking over to Zay, only to see him gone.

"Thanks," Jazz says, flushed and a bit out of breath from the kiss, "Now let's drink!"

•••

The next morning, Jazz lays sprawled out on the couch, her head pounding. Toni sits on the couch next to her, casually flipping through a magazine, completely fine since she decided not to drink.

"Toni. Get me some fucking Advil," the blonde groans, but winces at the sound of her voice.

"Oh good, you're up," she closes her magazine and looks at her friend, "I will. But first. What the fuck was that kiss last night?"

Jazz looks at her, going through her memories before groaning and shoving her face in a pillow, "It was just to get Zay to lay off. Now get me the pills."

Toni looks at her, not believing it one bit but walks over to the kitchen anyways, "You did win $100 again for winning a drinking bet."

"Shut up," Jazz mutters, squeezing her eyes shut.

The door to the blonde's trailer opens and two boys walk in, loud as ever.

"Yeah. I don't believe that shit for a minute," Sweet Pea finishes a conversation with Fangs before looking at the hungover Jazz and laughing.

The blonde raises one hand and flips the boy off.

"Oh leave her alone Sweet Pea," Toni says, pushing them aside as she walks over to hand Jazz the water and Advil, "You've had worse hangovers."

Jazz sits up, strands of hair covering her face and takes the water before gulping down the pills. She mutters a small thanks and lays back down on the couch, cuddling with the blanket over her.

"What are we going to do with her?" Fangs asks, plopping into a chair.

"I have no clue," Toni says, standing next to Sweet Pea as they look at Jazz.

"Stop fucking staring at me."