Feelin' Beachy! (776 views)

Seamus could feel his heart racing as Clint was within a few feet of him, breathing, existing, wanting a beer. He wondered what the other guy was like, when he was drunk. Was he a silly drunk? A flrity drunk? Or something else? He didn’t remember any instances where he’d seen the guy drink. Rarely did he go to the same parties that Wyatt did. And, somewhat bitterly, Seamus remembered that prior to this the majority of the time the only time he saw Clint was around Wyatt.

”Yeah, like I said, you killed It. The game.” Seamus said, patting Benji on the shoulder with a warm smile. At the mention of a girl Seamus laughed louder and hit the guy on the arm jokingly. ”A girl?! Dude, you got a giiiiiiiiiiiiirlfriend? Ask her out already! She cute?”

What would he care if she was cute? Of course the initial answer was that he was taken, but in reality... his eyes scanned the crowd as couples danced by the bonfire to pop music. He saw a couple moving against each other, her hands sliding up one of the other players’ shirts, feeling the muscles on his stomach... Seamus turned back to Benji. ”Don’t be like thaaaaaat. See? Clint’s gonna get you something to drink. I don’t think Jason’ll let you leave sober, pretty sure. Maybe you could call your girlfriend here, hmmmm?”

Despite his teasing (which was really half-assed at best) he found his eyes going over to Clint again, listening to him say the phrase keg-a-roni. It sounded stupid from Brad but he kind of thought it was cute, the way that Clint’s pitch shifted just a little bit towards the end of the phrase. Oh no... Seamus disguised the way that flustered him with a laugh. ”You sound like Brad, Clint.”

-x-

Shyanne watched as Robyn left to go find some other guy and didn’t mind it. She took that as a cue that Keegan was up for grabs. It wasn’t like any girl would seriously consider Keegan worth anything except a good time. Shyanne giggled in response to his comment.

”Oooh, you’re right, but here? I don’t think a skirt that short would keep me warm,” She giggled again when she felt Keegan’s hand slip around her waist and played with Keegan’s shirt, her fingers stretching the fabric, feeling the muscles underneath. ”dancing? I’d love to!”

Chad threw his head back in laughter at Brad’s worry.

”That’s okay! I’ll try anything once!” Chad said, dismissively, watching as Keegan went for Shyanne.

”Shyanne going to Keegan? That’s unexpected. She usually avoids the blatantly obvious players! Oh well. Maybe she just wants a dance?” Chad clapped Brad on the back and gestured towards a hot pair of girls dancing by the fire, ”maybe you could try your luck with them. They look a little young for me but they’re in your age range! Riiiight?”

”You just gotta.... go for it, dude,” Seamus said to Benji. As Clint and Brad walked off towards the keg-o-rooni, Seamus watched them. The darkness of the sky was broken by the flickering flames of the bonfire, and it lit up the fabric of Clint’s top, casting dark shadows over his skin that made Seamus stare for a little too long. Just go for it, ha, if only Seamus could take his own advice. Actually, no, he couldn’t. He had Issy, he had a reputation, he couldn’t just go for it.

But Benji? He had all the opportunity in the world with this girl. Seamus grinned at Benji.

”She’ll be lucky to hear that from you... I think.” He ended with a laugh, ”sooooo... just go for it!”

-x-

Shyanne was more than happy to dance with Keegan, for now. As the music played she moved against the older male’s body, conscious of how much taller he was than her. He smelled like beer and though he was moving uncomfortably close to her now, she let him because she could feel Brad’s eyes on her back. Oh, she knew that her stupid, no good cheating ex was here. She threw her arms across Keegan’s shoulders and bat her eyes, playfully.

”Aww, really? Thaaaanks!” She said, giggling as she felt his lips caressing her neck. It was kind of sloppy and to be honest, she wasn’t that impressed, but she acted like she was, shuttering into his touch and moving along to the beat. While Keegan was busy with her neck, she glanced over at Brad coyly, as though showing off that she was there, flirting with someone other than him.

Shyanne was totally in for dancing with Keegan, and rubbing up against him, but she couldn’t deny that when she felt his hands wandering her body it send a twinge of uncomfortableness over her. She was mostly dancing with Keegan to piss off Brad, but she knew this was dangerous. According to the rumors about Keegan, he had a hard time taking no for an answer. And while she had no doubt in her mind that Seamus wouldn’t let him have his way with her, because they were close like that, there was always the sinking suspicion Shyanne had about the guys she led on. What if one of these times, the guy just refused to accept her no? If she offered a hand job, and he said no, and he forced her down and – she cringed just thinking about it, the nightmarish thoughts enough to stop the pleasant buzz that was traversing her system. She should stop dancing with Keegan, and maybe make a move on someone else. Not Chad, because he was such an idiot and Brad’s literal brother basically, but she saw that cute guy from her math class swaying alone to the beat. He was a little shy, so she felt like he’d be easy to entice.

She felt a hand grab her ass and immediately tensed up, her hands itching to slap the motherfucker who’d done that across the face. Her hostility calmed when she realized that it was Keegan, and at his offer, she giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder, making sure that her good side was illuminated by the bonfire, glossed up lips shining like fruit.

”Aww, thanks, I think --” She said, but then she saw Brad approaching and saw a perfect opportunity! She leaned up towards Keegan. ”Ugh, I can’t stand Brad. We can talk later, mmkay? I need to go talk to my friend about something!”

She twirled away from Keegan and gave Brad a glare. If looks could kill, he’d be dead. She waved once at Keegan as she slowly made her way towards the quieter boy, hoping that Keegan forgot about her by the end of the night.

-x-

Seamus felt... something for Brad, he didn’t know if he’d call it pity, but it was something. He supposed he could kind of understand how it was to hide a part of yourself, but a mistake like cheating on Shyanne, and still being devoted to her, it... confused him.

”Aww, then maybe she’ll be cute to us too! You should introduce us when she’s around, right guys? What’s her name again?” Seamus teased Benji, throwing an arm around the other player’s shoulders. The rest of the team surrounding them said their affirmation, but Seamus’ eyes were distracted by Clint, emerging from the keg with Brad beside him. He was more captivating from the front, and Seamus almost got lost in the flickers of fire in Clint’s eyes as he said something about drinking alone. Then he saw the extra solo cup and nudged Benji. ”Beeeeeeeeeeeenji. Go on! Drink!”

He took the cup and handed it to Benji, then turned towards Clint.

”Did Brad go chasing after Shyanne again? She hates him, but he don’t get the idea.” Seamus pointed out. Though he saw his friend dancing with Keegan and had to admit, Keegan was more dangerous to her than Brad was. He then looked at Clint, swallowed, and braced himself for the answer of the question he was dreading an affirmative answer to. ”So, is Wyatt coming?”

Unattainability was something that Seamus didn’t need to be told about. Though he couldn’t help but think somewhat bitterly that the girls weren’t that unattainable to warrant complaints over. In Brad’s case he’d messed something up and in Wyatt’s case, well, she was attracted to men. He had a chance. He forced a sympathetic smile, but he could already feel the buzz beginning to die the more he thought about it. It wouldn’t make much sense for Seamus to complain – he had a girlfriend – but he couldn’t help but think about Clint dancing with Wyatt then. Would that ever happen? Possibly. Possibly not. But if it did happen he knew he’d be pissed. He’d be livid. He’d be... he’d be hurt. More than anything, he’d be hurt. But it wasn’t like he had a chance or should know anything about unattainability. He and Issy had been going strong since freshman year.

So he just shrugged at Clint’s comments, even though they struck a chord. But fortunately there was something more distracting that came up – Brad went over and punched Keegan! Seamus looked around but couldn’t find Chad – he was probably all up on some girl by now – and Shyanne had stopped on her way towards someone else and was looking at the scene with irritation.

Oh, boy.

He went over with the other guys to the group, watching Benji head towards Keegan and Clint towards Brad. He hoped Keegan didn’t get violent and when he heard Clint acknowledge the guy, he clenched his fists, hoping that he didn’t try to hit Clint to get to Brad. If he did, Seamus would hit back without hesitation. So he shifted to stand more between Keegan and Clint (and Brad), trying to keep the peace or, at the very least, be a shield so that Keegan couldn’t get to the others.

-

As Seamus had just seen, Shyanne was pissed. She was on her way over to the cute guy in her class when she heard Brad screaming and whirled her head around to see Brad landing a punch on Keegan. And it made her furious. Who the hell was he?! He wasn’t her boyfriend, he wasn’t her friend, and he didn’t have any sort of claim over her! He gave that up when he slept with Maddison when she didn’t put out.

She stormed back over and went to Brad, who was being contained by Clint.

”What the hell?! I can handle myself! Don’t pick fights with people over me, you cheating man-whore!”

Shyanne could not believe this shit. She clenched her hands into fists as Brad talked to her. Who did he think he was? She had gone up to Keegan. She had initiated the flirting. And from that conversation alone, Keegan hadn’t actually made her that uncomfortable. Sure, he wanted a little more than she was willing to give, but he seemed to take her rejection and moving on actually rather well, all things considered. And then Brad’s stupid macho man-slut ass had to come back around and accuse him of being creepy. His words made her growl.

Keegan wasn’t pinning her down. Shyanne liked to flirt but she wasn’t dumb. A guy like Keegan wasn’t someone she’d let herself be alone with if she wasn’t willing to go all the way with him. There was no need for any ‘what ifs’! Shyanne was about to voice that when her stupid ex went after Keegan and started to hit him again, only to be beaten up by Keegan in turn. As mad as she was at Brad, she winced as he got hit by Keegan over and over, until he had bruises on his face and was begging for him to stop. Despite her anger, Shyanne felt tears forming in her eyes. She wanted to bitch Brad out for what he was doing, but she couldn’t bring herself to. Hearing him beg like that made Shyanne turn away from the sight, wincing, praying that someone stronger than her would stop this.

-

Seamus watched the scene unfold and when Benji jumped in to help Brad he knew enough was enough. Crap, crap. Seamus went right over with Clint and when Clint separated them Seamus stood between the three guys, his arms outstretched. If Keegan wanted to go for Brad again he’d have to go through Seamus, and the same went for Benji on the other side. He wouldn’t fight them, Seamus was rather good at defense, so he’d just keep them separated.

”Yeah. Yeah, talking out is for the best, I think.” Seamus said to Keegan and Brad. ”it was a misunderstanding, right?”

”You are such an idiot, Brad! I didn’t ask you to pick a fight for me!” Shyanne snapped suddenly and Seamus blinked over at the blonde, who looked angry and upset now, her high from drinking no longer apparent. He hadn’t meant for Shyanne to talk this out... but he supposed she was just as involved as the rest of them were. ”God. You boys are so fucking dumb! This is a party, not a boxing ring!”