dressed in rage

"And how do you suggest I do that? I could always just lock you up in my room and not let you out. You wouldn’t be able to say anything then."

"If that involves bondage, then I'm totally down."

"Thanks babe. Definitely would be nice to have you on my side next time I have a problem with Ace," Ethan smiled leaning his forehead against hers. "I don’t think so and I’d like to keep it that way. Just getting her back and then her finding out she kissed her own brother isn’t a wise decision. You’ll keep quiet about it right?"

"Hm, I don't know." She smirked up at him. "You may have to find a way to keep me quiet." She teased, smirking at him.

"I’ll be sure to call you next time I need some sense slapped in someone. Although that someone is probably going to be Ace with the love hate relationship we have." Ethan smiled, pulling her against him. "Thank you Tash. I’m glad she’s back too. Though she keeps trying to convince me seeing our parents is a good idea."

"I'll happily slap Ace. Pretty sure most people would be." She smirked, leaning against him heavily. "Does she know that you two did that kissing thing?"

"He’s like 3 or 4 inches taller than me. It’s not that much," He said rolling his eyes at her. "Ow," Ethan said touching his head. "Yeah she remembers everything. And I wouldn’t dare let you touch her. It’s not like I planned on hitting my sister or enjoyed even the idea of it but it was the only way I knew to get her back. Plus Lace provoked me."

"Still, you should have called me over, I'm happy to dish out a slapping at any time to anyone." She shrugged her shoulders. "It's good that she's back though. I know you missed her."

"He’s not that much taller than I am. He’s got a nice face though. I’d love to have a night with him," Ethan laughed. "I’ve been talking to Ava, Cameron and Anya lately. Oh and I bitch slapped my sister back into remembering me."

"He's like a fucking giant, E." She rolled her eyes before raising her brows. "Wait seriously? She remembers again?" She whacked him upside the head. "Don't hit girls, you rude ass hoe. You could have gotten me to do it."

Resting his hands on her hips, Ethan smiled down at her. “Fine whatever you say. So besides running into your sister how is everything? Done anything to special since the festival started?”

"Not really. Just got approached by that leader Felix. Have you ever noticed that he is tall as fuck?" She shook her head. "What have you been doing?"

"I told you before, I’ll follow you anywhere," Ethan said walking out on the floor with her. "So do you want to talk about it? I don’t like seeing you upset."

Tash looped her arms around his neck. "I'm not upset, I'm just annoyed. There's a difference." She shrugged. "But no, I don't want to talk about it."

Ethan took one of the shots brought to them and raised it, “Cheers to having a better festival.” Clinking the glass against hers, he downed the shot. “Now what was that about dancing with you, want to remind me?”

"To getting fucked up." She grinned and clinked her glass against his before downing it quickly. "Follow me, kind sir." She grabbed both of his hands and pulled him onto the dance floor with her.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Ethan smiled, “I think I can handle that much. Shots sound good to you?”

"Definitely." She nodded, flagging down the bartender and ordering them some shots.

"That so?" He mused, smirking.

"Damn straight." She quirked a brow, smirking back at him.

"Sorry Tash. Wanna do something? Get your mind off things," Ethan said brush her hair behind her ear. "Or we could talk about it."

"I want to drink and I want to dance, so you're gonna need to provide me with both."

"Your mom ever tell you to find the toughest kid on the playground and make him your friend?" He teased.

"She never had to, I was the toughest kid on the playground."

Felix smirked slightly and looked around before spotting someone. “You! Why is my name Vice?” He asked, voice low and testing as he arched a brow. The male he spoke to froze up before practically scampering off. 

Tash laughed as she watched the kid scamper off. "Huh. I like it."

"I’ve had a bit of fun but no, I’m bored and tired of dodging my parents. So what’s got you already drinking?"

"Just my piece of shit sister." She muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Natasha?" He chuckled and shook his head. " Tash definitely suits you better."

"I've always thought so." She smirked. "What got you the nickname of Vice?"

"Oh, what not having a good time at the festival?" Ethan smirked leaning beside her.

"And you are?" She raised a brow.

"Surprisingly, my parents are like midgets. Then again, who’s not a midget compared to me," He chuckled softly. "Tash? Interesting name."

She tilted her head in acknowledgement. "My parents named me Natasha, but I think that's a little too formal for me."