VIOLENT TENDENCIES

Jannie's Pov

"What was that guy's problem?" Jannie muttered to Jessie as they left the VIP room behind.

"I have no idea! But he was hot... Like really hot," Jessie giggled while Jannie rolled her eyes.

"He was kinda hot, I guess if you're into huge, weird, muscular men," Jannie added, clinging to the railing as they walked down the stairs.

Jessie led them onto the dance floor, and they began moving to the beat. Jannie struggled to keep her balance and kept bumping into people around them. Jessie was no exception; she was just as drunk and repeatedly elbowed the same girl in the back.

This wasn't their best decision. Frustrated glances from others surrounded them, and Jannie realized they needed to leave the dance floor before they caused more trouble.

"Hey, what's your problem?" the girl behind Jessie shouted angrily. 

"She didn't do it on purpose!" Jannie called back, but Jessie was too intoxicated to understand what was happening.

"Yeah? Well, this is on purpose!" the girl screamed, and Jannie saw her aiming a fist at Jessie.

"No!" Jannie yelled, and like a scene from a movie, she jumped in front of Jessie, taking the hit right in the face.

Jessie and Jannie fell to the floor, and the crowd split around them.

"What just happened?" Jessie cried. Jannie felt defeated and angry at her friend, who didn't seem to grasp that this was entirely her fault.

Her jaw hurt, and she felt the blood taste in her mouth. Her lip swelled.

"I just jumped before you and got hit in the face, Jessie. That's what just happened," Jannie replied, kicking her.

"Aouch, okay, I'm sorry," Jessie muttered, and a familiar frame hovered over them.

"You guys need a hand?" Zeke asked and then reached out.

"Thanks," Jannie said and grasped it,

"Wooow," She mumbled as he dragged her up quickly without any effort.

"Shit, are you okay? You're bleeding?" She felt his hand around her chin, and his thumb stroked her lip.

"Oh, it's nothing. I decided to get hit in the face instead of my best friend. Don't worry about it." Jannie tried to smooth it over like nothing, but she could tell Zeke got upset.

"It doesn't look like something I shouldn't worry about. Who did this?" Zeke continued, and their eyes locked for a moment.

"Why do you care?" Jannie mumbled, unable to look away, "Because I.." He stopped himself from finishing the sentence, and the moment got weirder. What the hell was happening to her?

Did he pull some hypnosis? Why can't she break away?

"I can't have any violent people ruining my opening, can I?" Zeke then added, and Jannie struggled for air.

"Don't mind me down here," Jessie muttered beneath her, and Zeke turned away to lend her a hand. 

"You're bleeding? I'm so sorry, Jannie!" Jessie exclaimed, throwing herself around Jannie's neck and nearly causing them to stumble again. 

"Okay, you two need to sit down and have a glass of water or something," Zeke said calmly, leading them to the back of the bar, where only the staff was allowed.

"Here, drink this," Zeke said, and she took the glass of water from Zeke's hand and gulped it down in one go. 

"And put this on your lip," he said, handing her an ice-packed cloth. 

"Is that necessary?" Jannie asked, grabbing the cloth from him. 

"Trust me, it will hurt more in the morning if you don't cool it down a little now."

"I'm really sorry, Jannie," Jessie said, looking guiltier. 

"It's okay, Jessie; I know you would do the same for me!" 

"Yeah, but I would probably be the first one to throw a punch!" She made a funny face at Jannie. 

"Because you tend to have violent tendencies under the influence?" Jannie replied, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yeah, but only if someone deserves it! I can't remember the last time I got this drunk," Jessie mumbled as she leaned back, her eyes flickering. 

"We should get home. Thanks for all of this," Jannie told Zeke as she helped Jessie.

Zeke's Pov

"Let me help you home? Please? I can't let you walk off alone in this state," Zeke smiled at Jannie, not ready to let her go yet.

"Okay, you can help us get a cab?" Jannie replied, but he wanted more time with her.

"How about I drive you instead?" Zeke continued, knowing the whiskey hadn't bitten him tonight since he didn't mix it with any wolfsbane.

"Ehm, haven't you been drinking?" She replied hesitantly, "Oh, no, I'm sober," he answered and stood on one foot, proving that he wasn't drunk.

She gave me a weird look but shrugged, "Fine, you can drive, and if you want to grab Jessie's other arm, I would appreciate it." Zeke nodded, and they headed to the front, where his car was parked.

"Where is your car?" Jannie asked once they came outside as she looked around.

"It's right over there," He nodded towards his black BMW.

"Hey, Jannie!" Some guy came walking towards them, looking pissed.

"Go home, Dorian," Jannie replied, picking up the speed.

"I'm not going anywhere until you stop this nonsense!" he shouts, closing in the distance.

"We're over, Dorian, and now I need you to get over that fact! Bye!" Jannie shouts back at him, clearly distressed about this situation.

"Hey, back off, man!" Zeke stepped up in front of the girls, "Who the fuck are you?" Dorian screamed and then tried to shove him aside.

"Call me a concerned third party in this situation, and I suggest you walk away before you get hurt!" Zeke said calmingly, snapping his neck, "And what are you going to do about it if I don't?" He replied with an angry face.

"Hey, boss, you need a hand?" One of the bouncers called out and walked over to them.

"I don't know yet, do I?" Zeke said, pinning Dorian down with his gaze.

"Okay, I'm going," he muttered and turned around. 

"I'll see you later, Jannie," he shouted over his shoulder and then walked off. Zeke helped Jannie get Jessie into the car, and he could tell by her look that she was upset.

"Where do you live?" Zeke asked, adjusting the rearview mirror. "147, Maiden Lane," Jannie mumbled, and he started driving.

"So, bad breakup?" Zeke asked after driving for a while,

"Yeah, something like that," Jannie replied, and Zeke watched her in the rearview mirror.

She looked sad, defeated.

"I don't wanna talk about it," She continued, so he turned my eyes on the road.

Zeke couldn't afford to get more distracted by her while driving. It could end badly. Shit. He doesn't even recognize himself at the moment. How can he care so much about someone he just met?

Was this the bonding thing? Because if it was: He's screwed.