Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

{Frank's POV}
Holy fuck I was drunk. I couldn't even see straight. Oh shit. Aw, whatever, I was having a hell of a good time. I began to jump to the music, and I felt someone's lips crash into mine. They ran their hands through my hair and continued to jump.

I opened my eyes and saw a girl with jet black hair, drenched from head to toe in tattoos, like me. There was an elaborate flower sleeve on her arm. We parted and she smirked at me, playing with my hair.

"Hi Frank." She grinned. Had I not been drunk, I probably would have been terrified, as she knew my name and had just randomly made out with me. I was not good with strangers. But hey, I was drunk as fuck and I didn't know what was going on.

"Hey baby." I slurred back and she laughed, not cringing from my acid alcohol breath. She giggled and placed her thin, tattooed hands on my chest, playing with my now stained t-shirt. I grinned at her stupidly.

"Good music, huh?" She came closer to me, her lips nearly against mine, parted slightly. Oh god this chick was fucking hot. I grabbed onto her waist, pulling her close to me. She giggled slightly and winked.

"Wanna go somewhere private?" She whispered in my ear, twiddling with my hair. I shuddered as she took my hand and led me to a room in the back. I stumbled along behind her and saw Mikey wink at me out of the corner my eye. I smirked.

She opened the door to the back room and began to giggle in this rather annoying, high-pitched tone. I walked in, grinning like an idiot behind her, to see we weren't alone.

Gee was sitting there, tightly holding on to a pale, crying Q. He was whispering to her and planted a kiss on her forehead, rubbing her back comfortingly. I broke into hysterical laughter and they both looked up.

Gee's face split into a smirk as he saw me and the girl. Q's face, however, went as white as snow. She clutched onto Gee's shoulder and he looked into her teary eyes and frowned.

"Frank. You need to come over here, now." Gee commented. I opened my mouth to ask why, but

Q interrupted me, jumping up and glaring down at the girl I was with. She began to laugh, her laugh deep and gravelly as she coldly dropped my hand and flicked open her phone.

"Found them." She mumbled into the phone. I was so fucking drunk, this all had to be my imagination.

Suddenly, Q jumped forward, grabbed onto my hand and shoved that girl out of the way, leading Gee and a stumbling me out of the door and into the middle of the crowded bar.

"What the-" I began, hiccuping.

"Don't ask when you're drunk, it'll make even less sense." Gee interrupted. I shrugged and started jumping around. Might as well have fun while it lasts.

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