Good Girls. Bad Girls. Extra Special Bonus Chapter
This didn't turn out the way I wanted, but today was just crazy. I'll try and make it better later on. Sorry to disappoint.
Extra Special Bonus Chapter
Dallas Lovato was sitting on the hidden most booth of the bar of the Omni Los Angeles, nursing bourbon, straight. All her friends were at Ultra Suede, dancing the night away, but she didn’t feel like partying.
Most people looked at her, and assumed she was a party girl. She admitted she had worked very hard to maintain that reputation, but there was more to her than just amazing good looks, incredible wit, amazing talent, deep modesty, and a liver made of steel.
Contrary to popular opinion, she was a smart girl, even smarter than her sister, and her sister’s best friend. The truth was, Dallas Lovato was a genius, an evil genius, but still she got no respect at all.
She was feeling a little down; her little sister’s mood had been rubbing on her. That’s why she was sitting in a hotel bar, hidden from the rest of the world. She noticed a shadow covering her, and was annoyed her waiter had come so soon, but when she looked up, she saw it wasn’t a server. Unless her server had suddenly turned into a hot blonde with long legs and a ridiculously cool dress.
“Is this seat taken?” Taylor Swift asked in her sweet, melodious voice. She had seen Dallas Lovato walk into the bar, and after some thinking, had decided to join her. She didn’t wait for the short brunette’s answer, and took the seat right in front.
“Make yourself at home. Not like I had any choice in the matter either way.” Dallas was actually freaking out. She kinda knew Taylor from when she hanged with her sister, but after the whole Demi/Selena split, Taylor had been sort of the enemy. Or not. Maybe. She wasn’t sure. Teens were so confusing to her. She had been so mature at that age. And maybe, just maybe, she should stop drinking now; she was beginning to think many dumb things.
As soon as Taylor had sat, the waiter arrived. “I’ll have what she’s having”
“No, she won’t. Bring her an appletini, please.” Dallas chuckled at that. Look at Taylor, wanting to have a big girl’s drink. She was so cute.
“No, I’ll have what she’s having, and bring the bottle too.”
“Suit yourself.” Dallas wasn’t about to discuss the matter. If Taylor wanted to act like a grown up, she could suit herself. However, she sure as hell wasn’t going to take care of her when she got drunk.
They waited in silence until the waiter returned with a bottle of Jack Daniels and two shot glasses and set all between them. Taylor filled both shots, and proceeded to down them in a single gulp.
“Whoa there, Goldilocks, not so fast! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m just catching up to you, Dallas. What, do you think I can’t hold my liquor?” Taylor answered cockily.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t. Slow down, OK. I’m in no mood to be taking care of a drunk tonight.”
“Afraid, Miss L? How about we have a friendly competition?” Taylor smiled arrogantly. She needed to bait Dallas, and she knew she was doing a good job.
“Sweetheart, don’t be offended, but, I’m The Dallas Lovato. I party hard, love hard, and work as little as possible. There is no possible way you could keep up with me, so please don’t even try.”
Taylor poured another two shots, and offered one to Dallas with a come-hither smile, confusing the hell out of her. She didn't have a clue what kind of game was Taylor playing, and she didn't felt like figuring out, but the alternative was drinking alone and she didn't liked it. She had thought she wanted to be alone, but maybe some company would be nice. Besides, Taylor wasn’t hard on the eye, really. She took her shot, downed it quickly, and after the tall blonde had done likewise, she poured two more.
“So, Goldilocks, what brings you to this side of the woods? Shouldn’t you be accepting an award somewhere or helping a charity for poor homeless rodents, something like that?”
“Shouldn’t you be on a club, acting like a slut and drinking like a Cossack?”
“Touché, Goldilocks, touché.” Dallas liked the other girl’s spunk. She had not actually expected her to take her challenge.
They drank six more rounds in silence, and Dallas found herself feeling very drunk. She glanced occasionally at Taylor and wondered how it was possible for her to remain so collected. The only sign she had of being drunk were her slightly reddened eyes. Other than that, the blonde looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. Yet, she wasn’t going to concede defeat. It wasn’t possible for her to be beaten! Her liver was made of steel, after all. She poured the next three shots, and they downed them.
“Dallas, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on a club somewhere, having outrageous fun, trying to get someone to take home to use and discard? I mean no offense.”
The short brunette sighed, and contemplated the question. She poured another round, drank hers, and when Taylor made no move to get hers, downed it too. “The reports of my rakish ways are greatly exaggerated, Goldilocks. And why should I be offended? You just called me a slut. Thank you.” Dal played with her hair for a couple of minutes. “I didn’t felt like going out with my friends. I’m going to go on a limb and trust you here. It’s my sister. She’s been so depressed lately, and it’s starting to affect me. I don’t know what to do with her; she goes to work and acts like everything’s all right, but once she’s alone, you can tell she’s in so much pain. And I know the reason she’s suffering so much, but I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it. I know I’m not making any sense.”
“Actually, I know how you feel.” When Dallas gave her a perplexed look, the country star continued. “I’ve been hanging around Selena a lot, Dal. She’s not happy either. I haven’t been able to get her to tell me what exactly happened, but she’s very miserable too.”
Dallas forgot all pretenses of sobriety and started drinking directly from the bottle, much to the horror of her blonde companion.
“You know what, Goldilocks?” Her speech was badly slurred by now. “We should help them. I should think of a way to get them back together.” She stood up dramatically. “I, The Dallas Lovato, hereby solemnly swear, I shall not rest or cease on my toil, until my sister is happy again!”
Taylor stood up and quickly took out a few bills, no sense leaving a paper trail. “Dal, you are very drunk, you need to rest and sleep. However, I cannot allow you to go home this way, in good conscience. Come on, you can rest in my room.”
“Oh, Tay Tay, you are so nice to me. And so blonde. But I don’t understand, you don’t look like you could handle a cosmopolitan, much less bourbon, how is it that I am so much drunker than you?” They walked to the elevators, the country singer almost carrying the shorter dancer.
“I’m a country singer, Dal. My mom used bourbon to make my formula when I was a baby.”
“And I’m from Texas. My mom used to drop me on my head when I was a baby. Still don’t see how you could drink me under the table, Goldilocks.” Dallas giggled, and the pouted, using her puppy-dog eyes on the poor blonde.
Taylor just hoped Dallas would just keep quiet until they got into her room, and thankfully, she obliged.
“Swifty Nifty, you are a great person. And you are so blonde and curly.”
“I know, you already told me.” Taylor helped Dallas lie down on the bed.
“Did I also say you are very pretty? I like your legs, you know, they look so soft.”
“Well, maybe if you play your cards right, I’ll let you touch them, would you like that?” Taylor used her sexiest voice, looking straight into Dallas’ eyes.
Dallas leaned on her elbows, and never taking her eyes off Taylor, answered. “I want you, Swifty. I want you bad.”
Taylor made sure the door was locked. “Dallas, stop calling me Goldilocks. You’re my bitch now.” And she rocked her world.
Extra Special Bonus Chapter
Dallas Lovato was sitting on the hidden most booth of the bar of the Omni Los Angeles, nursing bourbon, straight. All her friends were at Ultra Suede, dancing the night away, but she didn’t feel like partying.
Most people looked at her, and assumed she was a party girl. She admitted she had worked very hard to maintain that reputation, but there was more to her than just amazing good looks, incredible wit, amazing talent, deep modesty, and a liver made of steel.
Contrary to popular opinion, she was a smart girl, even smarter than her sister, and her sister’s best friend. The truth was, Dallas Lovato was a genius, an evil genius, but still she got no respect at all.
She was feeling a little down; her little sister’s mood had been rubbing on her. That’s why she was sitting in a hotel bar, hidden from the rest of the world. She noticed a shadow covering her, and was annoyed her waiter had come so soon, but when she looked up, she saw it wasn’t a server. Unless her server had suddenly turned into a hot blonde with long legs and a ridiculously cool dress.
“Is this seat taken?” Taylor Swift asked in her sweet, melodious voice. She had seen Dallas Lovato walk into the bar, and after some thinking, had decided to join her. She didn’t wait for the short brunette’s answer, and took the seat right in front.
“Make yourself at home. Not like I had any choice in the matter either way.” Dallas was actually freaking out. She kinda knew Taylor from when she hanged with her sister, but after the whole Demi/Selena split, Taylor had been sort of the enemy. Or not. Maybe. She wasn’t sure. Teens were so confusing to her. She had been so mature at that age. And maybe, just maybe, she should stop drinking now; she was beginning to think many dumb things.
As soon as Taylor had sat, the waiter arrived. “I’ll have what she’s having”
“No, she won’t. Bring her an appletini, please.” Dallas chuckled at that. Look at Taylor, wanting to have a big girl’s drink. She was so cute.
“No, I’ll have what she’s having, and bring the bottle too.”
“Suit yourself.” Dallas wasn’t about to discuss the matter. If Taylor wanted to act like a grown up, she could suit herself. However, she sure as hell wasn’t going to take care of her when she got drunk.
They waited in silence until the waiter returned with a bottle of Jack Daniels and two shot glasses and set all between them. Taylor filled both shots, and proceeded to down them in a single gulp.
“Whoa there, Goldilocks, not so fast! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m just catching up to you, Dallas. What, do you think I can’t hold my liquor?” Taylor answered cockily.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t. Slow down, OK. I’m in no mood to be taking care of a drunk tonight.”
“Afraid, Miss L? How about we have a friendly competition?” Taylor smiled arrogantly. She needed to bait Dallas, and she knew she was doing a good job.
“Sweetheart, don’t be offended, but, I’m The Dallas Lovato. I party hard, love hard, and work as little as possible. There is no possible way you could keep up with me, so please don’t even try.”
Taylor poured another two shots, and offered one to Dallas with a come-hither smile, confusing the hell out of her. She didn't have a clue what kind of game was Taylor playing, and she didn't felt like figuring out, but the alternative was drinking alone and she didn't liked it. She had thought she wanted to be alone, but maybe some company would be nice. Besides, Taylor wasn’t hard on the eye, really. She took her shot, downed it quickly, and after the tall blonde had done likewise, she poured two more.
“So, Goldilocks, what brings you to this side of the woods? Shouldn’t you be accepting an award somewhere or helping a charity for poor homeless rodents, something like that?”
“Shouldn’t you be on a club, acting like a slut and drinking like a Cossack?”
“Touché, Goldilocks, touché.” Dallas liked the other girl’s spunk. She had not actually expected her to take her challenge.
They drank six more rounds in silence, and Dallas found herself feeling very drunk. She glanced occasionally at Taylor and wondered how it was possible for her to remain so collected. The only sign she had of being drunk were her slightly reddened eyes. Other than that, the blonde looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. Yet, she wasn’t going to concede defeat. It wasn’t possible for her to be beaten! Her liver was made of steel, after all. She poured the next three shots, and they downed them.
“Dallas, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on a club somewhere, having outrageous fun, trying to get someone to take home to use and discard? I mean no offense.”
The short brunette sighed, and contemplated the question. She poured another round, drank hers, and when Taylor made no move to get hers, downed it too. “The reports of my rakish ways are greatly exaggerated, Goldilocks. And why should I be offended? You just called me a slut. Thank you.” Dal played with her hair for a couple of minutes. “I didn’t felt like going out with my friends. I’m going to go on a limb and trust you here. It’s my sister. She’s been so depressed lately, and it’s starting to affect me. I don’t know what to do with her; she goes to work and acts like everything’s all right, but once she’s alone, you can tell she’s in so much pain. And I know the reason she’s suffering so much, but I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it. I know I’m not making any sense.”
“Actually, I know how you feel.” When Dallas gave her a perplexed look, the country star continued. “I’ve been hanging around Selena a lot, Dal. She’s not happy either. I haven’t been able to get her to tell me what exactly happened, but she’s very miserable too.”
Dallas forgot all pretenses of sobriety and started drinking directly from the bottle, much to the horror of her blonde companion.
“You know what, Goldilocks?” Her speech was badly slurred by now. “We should help them. I should think of a way to get them back together.” She stood up dramatically. “I, The Dallas Lovato, hereby solemnly swear, I shall not rest or cease on my toil, until my sister is happy again!”
Taylor stood up and quickly took out a few bills, no sense leaving a paper trail. “Dal, you are very drunk, you need to rest and sleep. However, I cannot allow you to go home this way, in good conscience. Come on, you can rest in my room.”
“Oh, Tay Tay, you are so nice to me. And so blonde. But I don’t understand, you don’t look like you could handle a cosmopolitan, much less bourbon, how is it that I am so much drunker than you?” They walked to the elevators, the country singer almost carrying the shorter dancer.
“I’m a country singer, Dal. My mom used bourbon to make my formula when I was a baby.”
“And I’m from Texas. My mom used to drop me on my head when I was a baby. Still don’t see how you could drink me under the table, Goldilocks.” Dallas giggled, and the pouted, using her puppy-dog eyes on the poor blonde.
Taylor just hoped Dallas would just keep quiet until they got into her room, and thankfully, she obliged.
“Swifty Nifty, you are a great person. And you are so blonde and curly.”
“I know, you already told me.” Taylor helped Dallas lie down on the bed.
“Did I also say you are very pretty? I like your legs, you know, they look so soft.”
“Well, maybe if you play your cards right, I’ll let you touch them, would you like that?” Taylor used her sexiest voice, looking straight into Dallas’ eyes.
Dallas leaned on her elbows, and never taking her eyes off Taylor, answered. “I want you, Swifty. I want you bad.”
Taylor made sure the door was locked. “Dallas, stop calling me Goldilocks. You’re my bitch now.” And she rocked her world.