Hungry

“Well I get the feeling you don’t use your brain to its full capacity, but hey, that’s the difference in our first impressions,” she replied, feeling the intrigue start to increase. There was a part of her that was still pissed about her nose, but she couldn’t help her curiosity with this guy. She’d have to get him back for that stunt later. Her expression remained stoic as he laughed once more, just waiting for whatever his next move was. Apparently, it was another douchey comment that she just had to rebuttle. “Have you? Figures. Seems like the type of place you’d frequent,” she sighed, eyeing him up once more. “And dweeb or not, all we did was make out with some touching, practically PG-13 bullshit. I wasn’t about to pity fuck him unless he really needed it.” She glanced over her shoulder for a moment to see he’d left, not giving it much more thought than a shrug before turning her attention back to the new situation at hand. 

As much as she wanted to stay stone faced, feeling him inch closer caused a tiny smirk to creep up on her lips. It was a fair question. She opened her mouth to reply, taken slightly aback by the sudden presence of his lips crashing to hers. She could’ve pushed him away, but where was the fun in that? Kissing him back with just as much fervor, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled a hand into his hair. She didn’t even mind the grip he had on her ass. She only pulled back from the kiss momentarily, taking his bottom lip between her teeth before letting go with a devilish grin. “Looks like it worked on you, sucker.” She cocked an eyebrow, practically challenging him at this point and leaning in to kiss him again.

Caesar wasn’t perturbed by her insults. He simply wasn’t the time who found himself getting angry often. He revelled in chaos and violence, but because that was what he enjoyed. Nobody had ever poked at it too deeply. He wasn’t full of rage or battling inner demons, or any shit cliche like that. It was simply what he wanted and there was nobody who could stop him once he had set his mind on something he wanted. Right now, that was beach slut. “Figures. Although it would be hilarious if he did try to fuck you,” he shrugged. “Like I said, though. I think you’d have given it up if he asked for it. I know you would if I did.” Arrogance laced his statement. There was no doubt in his mind that if he wanted to fuck her, he easily could. 

“Sucker?” His smirk was back in place, even as his hands refused to move from their place on her ass. His face was smeared with her blood, both from her slap and her kiss, but he made no move to change that. “Really cute that you felt the need to impress me, babe. Maybe you should try less hard next time. It might make you seem less desperate.” She leaned in to kiss him again, and he met her halfway, one hand coming up to the back of her neck to hold her in place. After a while, he pulled away, one eyebrow raising in question. “So. Your place or mine?” 

Even while drunk, David knew better than to get into it with Caesar. He’d leave that to Rocco and Lindsey. Instead of engaging him any longer, he rolled his eyes in response. There wasn’t any point. He wasn’t in the mood to fight, and he knew that the other would get way too much enjoyment out of it. It seemed that he didn’t have to do too much to distract him, though. David watched Stacie’s attention fully turn to Caesar, and he knew that whatever thing he had with her had just vanished. It was for the best, really. He’d just wanted to kiss another girl so he could get it out of his system, and she’d done her job there. Once he looked past the idiot that was practically his brother and saw Piper in the distance, he didn’t want to be on the beach anymore. He shook his head, leaving the gruesome twosome behind and heading back to the hotel.

Stacie’s brows shot up questioningly, her gaze moving from Pouty to Punchy as he actually seemed to find this whole thing funny. Her hands were now planted to her hips, studying his face. His comment didn’t do much other than cause her to press her lips together in thought. “And who says this beach slut wants to give it up to you of all people?” she replied, eyes trailing from his face, down his body and back up. He was hot, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing she thought that. Not just yet. She took a few strides towards him, almost completely breaking their distance except for a few inches. “Don’t be stupid. I’m a luxury only a few can afford. It seems like you know quite a bit about the paying people to love you thing yourself, though, Rocky Balboa. So tell me,” she asked, tilting her head and glancing up at him through her eyelashes. She was sure the bloody nose wasn’t a turn-on in the least, but she didn’t care. “How much am I worth?”

Caesar promptly forgot about David and Piper, and Rocco and his ginger girlfriend. For now, his attentions were firmly on Beach Slut. He had never really been the type to try when it came to hitting on girls. Not like Rocco, who fell in love at the drop of a hat and wasn’t afraid to go all out to prove it. No, Caesar had always found that girls had flocked to him pretty naturally, and hadn’t needed to put the moves on them too much. This girl didn’t seem the type to throw herself at his feet, and honestly, that was what intrigued him. That, and the fact he had come in to steal her from David, at least. “I get the feeling you aren’t all that picky who you give it up for,” he shrugged though as she stepped closer, one hand rested on her hip. 

He couldn’t help it. At her statement, he burst into laughter, eyes finding hers as he tried to figure out if she was serious. “A luxury, is it?” He asked her, biting his lip to prevent further laughter on his part. “I don’t know. I just caught you getting groped on a public beach by the biggest Dweeb I know. I’ve seen more luxury in a Walmart bargain bin.” He leaned down to her, moving so his mouth was level to her hear, and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Has that line ever worked on anybody, beach slut?” Before he could respond, Caesar moved, claiming her mouth in a rough kiss. There was nothing sweet about it, not like how he imagined David would have kissed her. The way Caesar kissed was ferocious and hungry. He kissed to leave an impact, and the hands that roamed her body before coming to rest on her ass were none too gentle, either.

David was not in a straight state of mind. If he were, he wouldn’t be pressed up against Stacie like he was. Maybe he was a lot more like his dad than he thought. If he really thought about it, kissing Stacie was actually sort of nice. She somehow tasted like a mix of bubble gum and vodka, something he’d never considered to be a delicious combination until now. 

He was more than willing to take things too far with her, his hands slipping to the hem of her tube-top and taking her giggle against his lips as a good sign. However, some idiot had to tap him on the shoulder and disturb their moment. They both groaned as they parted, David’s brows furrowing while Stacie looked at this new guy with a curious expression.

“Huh? Oh, fuck!” He responded faster than expected, somehow dodging Caesar’s blow at just the right moment. Unfortunately, it was Stacie who took the brunt of it. “Jesus, Caesar!” he shouted, looking between him and Stacie. She had a hand cupped over her face and could see blood starting to stain her fingers. “Someone needs to work on their aim. Didn’t think you’d be all talk and no show,” he replied, a bit louder than he would if were sober. Liquid courage fueled David was a pretty different version of David. Or maybe it was just Miami David. Everyone seemed a little different there.

Stacie wasn’t new to being punched. Having it done by some rando on the beach was a first for her, though. She shrieked upon impact and felt her legs buckle slightly. She didn’t fall down the whole way but was awkwardly crouched down in the sand. Did it hurt? Obviously. This idiot went straight for her face. It seemed to be her nose that took the bear brunt of the damage, feeling the warm liquid slowly dripping into her palm as she covered it. Even so, she was sure she’d just have some stinging and bruising, maybe a band-aid on her face for a few days. Nothing to sob over. She overheard Pouty talking and the ends of her mouth perked up as he technically defended her. He was a nice guy. It was such a shame nice guys weren’t her type. 

She felt his hand on her back a moment later, a gentle “are you okay?” following. She nodded quickly, latching on to his arm as he helped her regain footing. She winced slightly as he reached over, using the long sleeve of the shirt that was formally tied around his waist to dab at the blood running down to her upper lip. “Look at you. My hero,” she managed to coo. “Thanks for your help with everything…and I mean everything.” With her non-soaked hand, she stroked her fingers across his cheek and smirked. She knew that the punch had to be prompted by something, likely an ex-girlfriend related something, and that was all the motivation she needed to momentarily get back into playing the game. Once that moment passed and she was steady on her legs, she retaliated pretty quick and slapped new guy across the face with her bloody hand. “Watch who you’re hitting next time, you fucking gorilla. If you’re so ‘respectful’ of Pouty over here, then follow his lead and find your own beach slut to smack around…not that anyone would ever want you with that face or aim. I bet you don’t even know how to fuck without someone giving you step-by-step directions.”

“My aim?” Caesar looked at David in utter disbelief, the fact he’d just smacked a girl straight in the face momentarily forgotten. “Come on, asshole. If my aim is so bad, why did you duck like a pussy?” he sneered. He took a step closer, a manic sort of enjoyment in his eyes. “But by all means, come and see me when you’re ready to play with the big boys. Then we’ll see who is all talk.” 

He had forgotten about the girl, in truth, until David moved to comfort her. Wherever Piper had scuttled off to (she was keeping quiet, for now, and Caesar couldn’t be bothered to look around for her), he was sure she wouldn’t want to see this. He watched her for a moment, and in honesty, almost burst into laughter. She was playing the fawning damsel in distress, but in Caesar’s humble opinion, it was bullshit. There was something about her that caused him to rake his eyes over her. Chaos spoke to chaos, and Caesar’s particular brand of messy could almost sense something in her. How the hell David, of all people, had managed to catch her attention, he would never know. His interest was piqued even further when she slapped him, leaving a bloody imprint of her hand on his cheek. It stung, but not in a bad way, and Caesar found himself laughing out loud at what followed. 

Ignoring David entirely, Caesar advanced on her, the smirk never once leaving his face. “Oh, I’m watching.” His eyes cast downward again. From here, he had a better view of her. “Damn,” he said, though he looked utterly unbothered by her tirade. “I mean, why go looking? There’s a beach slut right here,” he lifted one shoulder in a shrug. Did he expect this to go anywhere? Not really. Caesar never really expected much from anything. All he knew was, he was bored of dealing with David and Piper’s stupid drama, and this promised something far more entertaining, whether she took him up on it or not. “You willing to put money on that? Or are you more the type to collect the cash from the nightstand than leave it?” 

Caesar was having the best night of his life. He had found watching both Piper and Rocco tank their relationships wildly entertaining, but his brother had relegated him to returning their weeping sister to wherever the fuck she lived these days, and even Caesar had to admit things had gotten a little bit too real. Clutching her by the wrist, he dragged her through the crowd, ignoring her snivelling as she trailed behind him. 

What he could not ignore, however, was the loud wails that suddenly emitted from Piper. “What now?” He said impatiently turning to look at her. Maybe she had gotten another red solo cup of lukewarm beer to the face. He would be disappointed if he had missed it, but she was, sadly, dry, and her eyes were directed toward the stage. He followed her gaze, finally settling on what had caused her fresh batch of tears. There was David, making out with another girl. Good for him, Caesar thought. He didn’t know David had it in him. Maybe he was more interesting than he had ever given him credit for, given that he always seemed like the epitome of a wet blanket. 

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath, looking from David’s softcore porn session to his sister. They had never really been close, but they were still family. He had to stick up for that. Plus, he couldn’t let Piper and Rocco, of all people, go around starting fights. He was letting the team down, when usually, he was the MVP in this particular game. “Want me to fix it for you?” he asked, one eyebrow cocking. When she nodded, he dropped he wrist, walked over to David, and tapped him on the shoulder, waiting with a patient smile on his face for him to detach himself rom the girl and turn around. 

Once he finally locked eyes with David, Caesar let out a little shrug. “I see what you’re doing, man, and I respect it, but I have to.” With that, he drew his fist back, following through to land a punch to David’s jaw. At least, that was what was supposed to happen. What he didn’t expect was for David to duck out of the way, nor for him to catch the girl he had made out with square in the face. Shit.