lionheartedxvixen:
JACKSON.
”Good, because I wasn’t planning on screaming your name by the end of the night anyway.” Malia couldn’t help but comment in a teasing manner. She had to do that, it was in her nature to be brazen and playful in her own way, which most people knew about the brunette. Sipping from her drink, she watched as Jackson scanned the crowd before his eyes shifted back into her direction. “Is that a challenge?” she questioned, her head canting to the side as she studied the werewolf’s form. She’d been challenged before, but Malia was such a rebellious person that whenever someone challenged her or dared her to do something, she felt inclined to accept it. Mostly, it was show the other person that she wasn’t one to back down and that she was game for pretty much anything that was thrown at her. Tonight was no different because this might be uncharted territory for her, but that didn’t mean that Malia wouldn’t want the full blown experience when it came to clubbing. She wanted to feel what it’d be like to be a normal person for once and do things that she had to miss out on as a young teenager. She’d missed out on so many years that she felt like she wanted to get all of them back and rapidly so. Besides, whenever she looked around her inside the club, everyone appeared to be around her age and they were all having a good time, so why should she withhold herself from doing that too? No, she wasn’t about to curb the extreme appetite that had surfaced so quickly inside of her for this. “Because I can easily drink you under the table.”
Jackson rolled his eyes, though in a more playful manner, a smirk etching onto his face as he leaned against the bar with his free elbow, sipping on his drink gently. The werewolf allowed his eyes to glance around the club before they spilled back onto his date. “Of course it is. You think I was kidding?” He got a kick out of the fact that the hybrid was all for the challenge. “I never joke about a drinking contest.” He added after a brief pause, then watching Malia carefully. In one swift motion, he was downing the gin and tonic he’d ordered, swallowing the substance hastily before setting the glass down atop the bar. “Prove it.” That smirk riding his lips never faltered, eyes glimmering under the bouncing colors of the lights in the club. Maybe the night wouldn’t be so bad, since he’d ditched his father’s dinner and had decided to take Malia clubbing, maybe it was looking up. “If I drink you under the table, then you owe me a lap dance.” Jackson bartered, a slight amused look glossing over his face. He moved his fingers towards the bartender, signaling for him to top off his drink once more. “And if you out drink me, you can choose your own prize.” Beryl orbs shifted over to the bartender and he retrieved his freshly filled glass. “What do you say, Malia?” There was a devious trickle to his tone of voice, because he just wanted to get plastered and enjoy his night, whether he won or lost the challenge, it didn’t matter to him. Bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, the male took another gradual sip, the alcoholic flavor dancing on his taste buds.















