Unappreciated - 4 - MmyEdgar

The crowd was throbbing, pulsing in time to the music.  Jimmy didn’t really understand why he had decided to accompany his ex-hostage and two girls to a dancing club, and was wondering if he really should care.  However, Edgar’s offering to buy him all the alcohol he wanted readily stifled any protests he might’ve made, and so he made his way to the bar.  He and the other male sat down, only to be pulled back up by Tenna, who was insisting he would have to dance unless he wanted her full wrath.  So, with a hasty apology, Edgar disappeared into the crowd.

“Fuck’n well.”  Jimmy looked idly at the double shot of whiskey in front of him, before sneering at it and downing it without a second glance.

“Wow.  You sure can handle your booze.”

Jimmy looked over and raised an eyebrow at the greasy-haired, broody looking man sitting next to him, eyeing him in an unsatisfactory manner.

“And you sure can put your face in places it doesn’t belong,” the boy growled back, before leaning over the bar to look for the bartender.

“Here, allow me.”  The man held out his hand, which had a few gold rings on it, and the bartender looked to him, eyes narrowed in recognition.  “A double of J.D., would you?”

“I don’t need you buying my drinks, fag.”

“Yeah, you’d rather the skinny guy in girl’s pants do the buying?”

Jimmy looked to the crowd and spotted Edgar with Devi and Tenna, grinning and seeming to not really dance but move with everyone – flow.  Fit.

Hm.  He was wearing girl pants.  Interesting.

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” Jimmy muttered, turning back to look at the empty shot glass.

The man grinned as the double was handed to him, and slid it over to the younger boy, who looked at it carefully before chucking it back with the same ease as before.

“Wanna dance?”

Jimmy glared at the man, glancing between him and the crowd below.  Edgar was laughing now, and doing a weird little swingy dance with Tenna on one arm and some random guy on the other, Devi clinging onto Tenna and laughing herself.  He snorted.  God, having fun could be shitty.

“Whatever.”

Jimmy followed the man – who was taller than him, and a little more muscled, but Jimmy never judged when he had a knife in his boot – down the ramp that led into the pit.  Here, the music was completely surrounding, pulsing and suffocating almost, in it’s completeness.  It was currently just a remix of some Nine Inch Heels song, but he had heard other types of music, rather than just the kind Johnny hated, so it was alright for Jimmy.

Until, of course, the man tried to cop a feel.  Snarling, Jimmy shoved him back.  “Don’t fucking feel me up like I’m your little bitch,” he hissed, bending just a little, reaching for his boot.  He froze when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see Edgar standing there, flanked by Devi and Tenna.

“Mind if I cut in, or are you still playing with him?” Edgar asked Jimmy, who made an annoyed noise before smirking.

“Naw.  I don’t bother with insects.”  And Jimmy allowed Edgar to pull him back into the crowd, away from the scowling, yet calculating man who Jimmy had almost disemboweled.

“Ew, sleazy,” Jimmy heard Devi mutter to Tenna, who laughed and pulled her away from the two men.

“Oh, Devi, what little you know of the sleaziness!”

“They’re weird,” Jimmy spoke, looking at Edgar, who was looking around in a dimmed awe.

“Huh?” Edgar called, blinking.  Jimmy leaned over and got close to Edgar’s ear.

“I said, they’re weird.”

Edgar laughed easily, and shook his head, swaying with the group of people surrounding them, allowing himself to be pushed as if in a rip tide.  “Not as weird as this song,” he responded.

Jimmy had to agree – who would want a fire in a Taco Bell?  The smoke would probably be horribly toxic.

Danger danger, high voltage

The surging crowd threw Edgar softly and he slammed lightly against Jimmy, who got pushed himself, entangling limbs and almost sending them both crashing to the floor.  Edgar laughed, and Jimmy felt like he wanted to laugh a little too.

when we touch, when we kiss

“You know, I don’t trust that guy you were with,” Edgar said into Jimmy’s ear, skinny fingers gripping lightly onto Jimmy’s shirt, to keep them from falling – falling down or falling apart... that was the question.  “He’s been looking at us this whole time.  Something seems not right.”

“Tell me about it.  I’m burning up,” Jimmy stated idly, twisting against Edgar, who blinked in a surprised way and looked at him.  “You know how, in flashbacks and stuff, there’s that fuzzy little white border around everything?  I’m seeing that right now, a little.”

“That’s probably not good.”

Jimmy waved it off; instead of worrying, he grinned and licked his dry lips.  “Oh, whatever.  It doesn’t matter.  Oh, who gives a shit, I like this kind of dancing.”

Fire in the disco, fire in the Taco Bell... fire in the disco...

Edgar grinned back, though it was a little uneasy, and they fell against the people around them, swaying and twirling and still they were holding onto each other’s shirts.  Whiskey seemed to make Jimmy feel crazy.

Fire in the gates of hell.

“Hey... hey,” Edgar said, nudging Jimmy’s cheek with his own, “How much did you drink with that guy?”

Jimmy giggled, and shook his head, “I only had two shots of whiiiiskey.  Promise I’m not drunk.”

Edgar laughed uneasily, “Yes, well, maybe we should sit you down for a few minutes, anyways, just to be safe?”

Jimmy grabbed Edgar’s shoulders roughly, pulling him back to him before he could move away.  “Oh, hell no.  You brought me here, so we’re gonna dance.”  He pulled Edgar up against him tightly, staring him down.  “Besides, I’m fiiiine.”

Don’t you wanna know how we keep starting fires?

“Are you sure,” Edgar rasped, and Jimmy licked his lips again.  “You’re really sweating, and last I checked, that wasn’t good.”

“Edgaaar,” Jimmy soothed, putting a hand through the other’s hair, pressing his cheek against Edgar’s, “Don’t worry.  I’m fiiine.  Don’t you wanna dance?”  Jimmy felt against Edgar’s hips and slid his hands into place, pulling thin hips to his.  Edgar let out a little gasp.

“Are you so sure you want to be dancing?”

Jimmy’s eyes lit up, “Oh, and what else would I want to do?”

It’s my desire, it’s my desire-

Edgar began, as Jimmy had suspected he would, to babble.  “That guy is really giving us a look.  Maybe he did something?  I don’t know, you just don’t seem okay to me.  I don’t like innuendos, either, Jimmy, so don’t give me those.  God, why am I here again?”

Jimmy breathed out through his lips, feeling his breath touch Edgar’s mouth.

“God doesn’t know, but I think we can come up with a plan ‘B’ for him.”

When we touch

Jimmy put both of his hands firmly against Edgar’s shoulders, and pulled him up, smashing their lips rather roughly together.

When we kiss

Edgar made a surprised “mmph” sound, a lot like how he had sounded with a gag in his mouth, and Jimmy grinned in delight, nearly pushing Edgar into the group of people behind him in an attempt to climb up on him.

Then, suddenly, the room spun, and Jimmy stumbled back, eyes blinking away some mental fog.  “Ugh...  I- maybe you were right.”

Edgar looked at Jimmy worriedly, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Y...Yeah,” Jimmy muttered, turning a little towards the ramp, “Yeah, I’m fine.  I’m just gonna... sit down, or something.  Fffuck.”  The greasy teen waved off Edgar’s hand, “You go dance with those chicks.  Don’t... don’t want them to stop having fun because the tagalong’s dizzy.”

“...Oh... Okay...”  Edgar’s voice trailed off, and Jimmy stumbled up the ramp, falling onto an empty couch.  The music that had been so energizing before was now making his head throb, and he covered his eyes with his hand.  His lips were tingling.

“Are you okay?”

Jimmy looked through his long fingers and spotted the man he had been dancing with earlier sitting too close to him.  He wanted to say something, but his head didn’t want to process words, and so he just glared, tilting his head back and putting his arms around him loosely, as if he were trying to hold himself together.

“You won’t remember any of this, anyway,” the man continued, trailing fingers along Jimmy’s bony arm.  He looked at the other with half-lidded eyes, wondering vaguely why he couldn’t feel his feet.  “Don’t worry, your boyfriend’s having fun with the girls.  He won’t notice if we play a little.”

Jimmy wanted to say that he wasn’t Edgar’s boyfriend, or maybe push the other off, but his head just tilted back and forth slightly, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on.  Just a little...”

Now the man was definitely breaking boundaries, sliding his hand like that along Jimmy’s leg.  He moved a little, wanting to push away but feeling too dull and numb to do it.  He looked out over the crowd and just noticed Devi’s purple hair bobbing in a sea of normal colored hair.  Look my way.

“They won’t notice you.”  Had he said that aloud?  How did the man petting his leg know what he was thinking?  “You’re so unnoticed by him.”

“Nngh...”

It took a lot of strength for Jimmy to push himself up that little bit, to make that motion with his arms, but it paid off.  The guy pushed him down against the couch, but Jimmy could see Edgar staring straight at them.  He made his hand twitch – forced it, pretty much.

“Mm.  No one struggles like you do, sweet.”  The man sloppily attacked Jimmy’s mouth, and Jimmy would have groaned in exasperation if he wasn’t feeling so numb.  Actually, when he closed his eyes, he couldn’t even tell what was going on.  He did that now, and felt only a gentle pushing sensation, before he sagged and felt nothing at all.

There were some shouts of outrage from the dance pit, and the man jerked his head up from Jimmy’s mouth, and looked at Edgar, who was gasping for breath and glaring from him to Jimmy in a very unfriendly manner.

“H..Hey, man, look, this isn’t what it seems...”  The man trailed off when Edgar fixed his gaze upon him.

“It looks like you’re sexually assaulting my friend, who just so happens to be unconscious, probably from being slipped something by you.”

“It... you make it sound so...”

Edgar didn’t wait for the man to finish his sentence; instead, he grabbed him by the throat and dragged him off of Jimmy.

“Give me one good reason not to break your face,” he growled.

“He wanted it.”

Edgar stared at the man in vague shock, before glaring again and socking the sleaze-ball in the nose, sending him crashing to the ground.  The crack alone told Edgar that he probably used too much force, but for some reason, the sight of blood gushing out of the man’s nostrils didn’t make him feel guilty.  It made him feel.. good.

“You fuck!” the man howled, grabbing his face, “You broke my nose!”

Edgar rubbed his hand idly.  “I brought him here so a homicidal maniac wouldn’t tear him to pieces, and you go on and try to molest him.  You’re lucky I didn’t do more than just break your nose.  And if he goes into a coma or dies because of some date-rape drug you slipped him, your nose is going to be the least of your problems.”

“Holy fuck!”

Edgar turned and looked dully at Devi, who had detached herself from Tenna and was now leaning over Jimmy.

“What the fuck happened?” she asked, and Tenna looked at the sniveling man on the ground.

“He did?”

The man, realizing that he was about to become the center of attention again, got up and quickly stumbled out of the club.  Edgar shook his head, and lifted Jimmy up, adjusting the wiry boy in his arms until his head was not at an awkward angle.

“I’m going to take him to his home.  Looks like I won’t be staying at your apartment tonight,” Edgar said to Devi, before looking to Tenna, “I’ll come by later and give you your clothes back.”

“...Okay,” Tenna replied in a subdued tone, “Are you sure you don’t need...”

“No, I’m fine.  He’s fine.  We’ll be fine.”

Devi nodded, and Edgar made his way out of the club, looking around before deciding that Jimmy’s apartment was to the left, and began heading that way.  The boy in his arms stirred slightly, and mumbled something under his breath.

“You’re okay now,” Edgar muttered to him.  Jimmy’s eye opened a little, and Edgar managed to give him a weak grin.

“Did... nothin’ happened...y’ea?”

“No,” Edgar continued in that soft voice he seemed to use often, “No, nothing happened.”

“...G’...”  And Jimmy’s eye slid shut and he was unconscious again.