Julian's Chance at Revenge (Closed)

[Hellion]

Julian snarled at him. "Shut your trap, big mouth," he snapped, his voice low. "You want to wake her up." He nodded down at the figure in his arms.

[Cypher]

Doug's eyes adjusted to the strange balance of light and he saw Kitty's limp figure in Julian's arms. Suddenly more than awake, he sprang from the bed in his flannel pajama pants and rushed to the door. He was torn between the driving urge to kill Keller and his concern for his girlfriend, currently in the other guy's arms. "What the f*ck did you do?!" He demanded, his jaw clenched, as he reached out to take Kitty from him. If she was hurt, Keller was dead.

[Shadowcat]

At the sound of Doug's voice, Kitty opened her heavy-lidded eyes. "Hey, Baby!" She said groggily, and reached out for him like a child.

[Hellion]

Julian just rolled his eyes. "Just can't shut your trap, can you, Ramsey?" he asked, his voice low. "But, to answer your question, all I did was buy her a beer. One beer, I might add. She got smashed on her own, I offered to take her home. A simple thank you would be nice." He sneered at Doug, but relinquished Kitty to his arms.

[Cypher]

Kitty had already passed out again as Doug cradled her in his arms. He looked her over, and she didn't seem to be hurt. From the sound of her voice and the way she smelled, it seemed like Julian was right, she was really drunk.

Doug was beyond furious, but there wasn't much he could do right then. Kitty needed his attention. He knew he wasn't getting a straight answer from Keller, but he would deal with that asshole later. "Get out." He spat at Julian.

[Hellion]

Julian snorted quietly. "Whatever," he said, turning to go. When he reached the door, he tossed over his shoulder, his voice casual, "Tell Kitten, when she wakes up again, that she tastes great." Smirking, he walked out, headed to his own room.

[Cypher]

Doug nearly leaped at the slimy son of a bitch, but Kitty's unconscious weight in his arms kept him grounded; he'd deal with Keller later. Still, the urge to rip the guy's throat out was strong. Instead of doing what his instincts and adrenaline were telling him, he turned, forcing himself to look away from where Keller had stood mere moments before, and looked down at Kitty. He smiled crookedly at her and shook his head; she'd really done a number on herself, it seemed. Laying her gently on his bed, he pulled off her shoes, tossing them aside, and sat beside her, stroking her hair away from her face.

[Shadowcat]

Kitty opened her eyes. "Hey, Baby!" She said again, as if seeing him for the first time. She looked around the room. "The door's open." She said, as matter of factly as possible in her state.

[Cypher]

Chuckling, Doug nodded. "Yeah," he said softly. "Would you like me to shut it?"

[Shadowcat]

Kitty smiled. "Yes, please." She was feeling less drunk, and had no memory of the time she'd spent with Julian.

[Cypher]

Doug smiled and got up to shut the door. He came back over to the bed and knelt down beside her. "You feeling okay, gatita?" he asked softly.

[Shadowcat]

Kitty reached out to touch his face. "I feel like sh*t." She admitted. Her head was throbbing and she had a vague idea that she might throw up.

[Cypher]

Noticing that Kitty looked slightly green, he moved a trash can next to the bed and smiled. "I've got some Tylenol in the bathroom. Give me a second, and I'll get you some." He stood and went into the bathroom to grab two Tylenol and a small, paper cup; Bobby had a stack of them in the bathroom they shared for when he brushed his teeth. Doug had never really appreciated them until now; now he didn't have to leave Kitty to go downstairs for a glass. "Here," he said, handing her the pills. "Take these. They'll help."

[Shadowcat]

Kitty propped herself up on her elbow and the room spun. She groaned and put a hand over her eyes. After a second or two, the spinning stopped and she took the pills, washing them down with the water. She looked up at Doug. "You mind if I sleep here?" She asked, her voice pathetic.

[Cypher]

He smiled warmly. "Not at all," he replied. "You know you're always welcome in my bed." He winked with a mischievous grin.