Page 27 of Baked

Fuck.

“Mary-Jane!” Without thinking I rushed after her, shoving through the crowd. She was fast, slithering through easily as I tried to keep up. “Mary-Jane!” I shouted with anger. She turned to look back at me. Her face told me she was scared, but I didn’t fucking care. I couldn’t have her leave and talk shit. “Mary-Jane!” I screamed through the music. She only moved faster.

Fuck!

A group of random dudes bumped into me. “Get the fuck out of the way!” I shoved them over, causing a scene. They shouted back at me, cussing, but again, I didn’t fucking care. ‘Cause thesecond I looked back, Mary-Jane was gone. “Goddamn it!” I raised my arms to my head. “Fuck!”

Who knows what Mary-Jane was going to do. She already didn’t like Indi, but now?—

Shit. Indi!

My body spun around as I charged through the crowd back in the direction I left her. The club lights lowered into complete darkness as the DJ spun the music into something new. The room cheered as white lights flashed, the smoke thickening giving me a headache. I tried to find her, desperately scanning every face. “Indi!” I shouted, forcing my way through the dancing crowd. “Indigo!”

“Haze!” I spun, spotting her. Indi was now standing on the bar, dancing to the music with more drinks in her hands. She was beaming, trashed as fuck as a crowd of people were gathered around her, watching her dance. “Haze, over here!” She tossed back both her drinks, sticking her tongue out and shouting with excitement as the crowd cheered. She then dropped to her knees and whipped her head, dancing for the crowd in such a sexual way.

“Yeah! Take it off!” someone shouted, throwing a few bills at her.

“Strip!” someone else yelled.

Oh, hell no.

Indi smiled, sprawling across the bar with her ass in the air and shaking it. I pushed through the crowd towards her. “Indi!” She rolled around, squealing as she wobbled and stood back on her feet. The bartender simply sat back and watched, enjoying the view of the wasted women before him. “Indi!”

“Hey babe!” the bartender shouted up to my sister. “Come here!” She turned back to him, popping down into a squat, her skirt fluttering as she bounced. “Open up!”

Indi pulled her hair back, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out. The man raised a bottle of whiskey and poured a bunch into her open mouth. I charged the bar, knocking his arm away as he dropped the bottle and it shattered everywhere.

“What the fuck, man?” he snapped.

“Haze!” Indi squealed, staring down at me. “Oh, I’m having so much fun!” She played with her air and twirled.

The bartender looked at her as well, grinning. “Yeah, you are!”

I grabbed the bartender by his collar and yanked him across the bar, his arms and hands grinding against the broken glass. “Keep your fucking eyes off my sister!”

He groaned, his arms and hands all cut up from the glass, bleeding along the counter. “Jesus! Chill the fuck out!” He tried to wriggle from my grasp, getting blood on my jacket. “Your sister is a grown woman! She doesn’t need her brother protecting her, do you, sweetheart?” he called up to her and winked.

Sweetheart?

He glanced up at Indi, who was too wasted to know which way was up, watching her dance. “Nope!” She smiled.

“See?” He grinned at me. “Now, if you could just?—”

My head fiercely slammed into his, knocking his bitch ass unconscious. His head bobbed and bounced against the bar top from the impact. The surrounding crowd gasped while I let go of his shirt and watched the man slump to the floor. A handful of people rushed to help him and I turned to look at Indi, unaware of what I just did. “Indi!” She turned to look at me, her smile falling as she saw the scene. “Come on. Let’s go!” I motioned for her to get down.

“What the fuck, Haze?” She pointed at the unconscious man. “He was so nice!”

“Get down,” I snapped. I moved closer, but she only backed away. “Indigo,” I growled. “Get. Down.”

She made a face. “No! I want to dance and have fun and party! I don’t need you, Haze!” The words stung.

“You’re so fucking wasted, you don’t know what you need!”

Indi flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Go fuck your whore!” Now she was starting to piss me off. “Go home, Haze!”

That’s it.

As Indi tried to turn away from me, I reached forward and grabbed her legs, pulling her forward as I tossed her body over my shoulder like a fireman. “Let go of me! Haze! Fuck, put me down!” She kicked her legs.

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