<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea didn't need to look up to know it was Carlos behind her, and his irritated voice filtered through the air,<span style="font-style: italic"> "How many of those did she have?"</span>Suddenly money was being thrown down at the bar and Carlos was asking for a bottle of jack, grabbing the bottle with one hand and lifting her off the stool. She didn't fight back and when her feet touched the floor she began to walk with him, her head hanging down as his arm wrapped around her shoulders.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey, the lady may not want to leave with you!" </span></span>Lea looked up in a bit of mild surprise at anyone trying to approach the clearly agitated Carlos, only to see the man who had sent a drink her way when she had first arrived. Carlos pulled her flush against him,<span style="font-style: italic">"Now, why don't we ask the lady then..."</span>he looked over to her,<span style="font-style: italic">"Do you want to leave with me?"</span>Carlos' voice dared her to say no and she looked up at the guy.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I'm fine. I called him. I asked him to come get me," </span>Lea replied with a small smile, as if she were relieved from Carlos' arrival.<br/><br/>The guy seemed to relax, Lea's display being convincing enough and she wrapped her arm around Carlos',<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Can we go now? I'm really tired and I just wanna go home..."</span>Carlos gave a nod and the guy raised his hands in defeat.<span style="color: #4080FF"><span style="font-style: italic"> "Sorry, man. I read the situation wrong I guess,"</span></span>with that he hesitantly sat down.<br/><br/>Soon Lea found herself in the passenger side of the cruiser and she crossed her arms for some warmth. Carlos got in the driver's side with jerky, angry movements, giving another loud sigh--the bottle of jack still in his hand. Lea just hoped the people inside believed her act, because as much as she wished to fight against Carlos--she didn't want him to get in trouble. He was in his uniform still, after all.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"><br/>"Are we going home?"</span>