Drunk Jesse was a pain in the ass.

            Dragging him out of the precinct and to the right hand side of my car, and trying to open the door while at the same time trying to hold Jesse weight and failing. He slipped from my arms as the door swung open hitting him hard in the face causing him to groan and roll over onto his back.

           I went and dove for him as he keeled over but missed his arm, which I was aiming for so I'm  could keep him from hitting into the door, as I did though it was already to late and all I could do was wince at the sound of impact.

            He glared at me still slurring his words and as he spoke his voice took on a rough tone telling me he was mad and starting to sober up.

            "Did you drop me on purpose because I'm drunk?" Jesse asks me, his dark eyes smoldering even in anger. I laugh at that. "Why the hell would I even do something like that dipshit?" I continue to snicker at him my laughter immediately stopping as I see him standing on his two feet all on his own.

           Which if he was still drunk he wouldn't be able to do. He literally forgets how to work his limbs properly after getting drunk enough that he starts to slurring his words.

            When he speaks his voice and his smoldering dark eyes are clear as if him falling to the ground cleared any trace if alcohol in his system.

            He then starts to advance on me and I back away from him. "Jesse? I don't know what your drunk ass is thinking in that fucked up head of yours but you best stop now," I warned him against doing whatever it was he was planing on doing, but he continued to come closer to me even as I warned him off.

            "What are you saying now?" He asked even as he continued to get closer. He smirked at my obvious discomfort. He was enjoying toying with me knowing that I would try to get out of the potentially fatal danger an angry Jesse could pose to a much smaller me

            And before any of you numbnutts gets the idea into your heads that he is going to hurt me... he's not. At least not physically which is not all that comforting. If your wondering why I'm not relieved by that, we'll that has to do with the fact that he is the master of tickling. He knows all my ticklish spots.

            And he has a thing for tickling my bare skin. He says that whenever he does it over my shirt instead of under my shirt, also once again don't worry, he is decent about it and keeps his hands on my sides. Hell I'm the one wishing that just once he'd let his hands roam.

             Anyway, the reason he likes to tickle my bare sides is because along with my cheeks turning red from lack of oxygen, I blush crimson. He thinks it's because I hate being tickled and that being vulnerable in any state makes me uncomfortable. Well in a sense that is correct. I hate seeming weak. Just something that gets to me.

            And considering that I have Irish white girl written across my face, and every other inch of my body, in freckles and fiery red hair. Me blushing is very visible.and don't give me any crap about my hair.

            Yes it's red. Not ginger. Not scarlet either. Red. I'm okay with people calling me a red head. Makes me feel like fire. I hate it when people call me ginger. Makes me feel basic, lkke km nothing more or any different than any other 'Ginger' just gets me mad.

            "Hey ginger." Oh great. I only just noticed Jesse had gotten considerably closer as I got lost in my thoughts, ranting to no one but myself. I clench my teeth. There he goes again with that stupid nickname. No o e calls me that. No one but him that is.

            He does it just to piss me off, knowing that he gets to me. He makes into some sort of game, the goal being to get some sort of an reaction from me. The more passionate the better. Anger is a very passionate emotion. That's his go to, simply because that one gets me all riled up.

            I glare at him no longer caring if he was going to do something I'd make sure he regretted later. My ice blue eyes staring into his dark brown ones, his eyes dancing with a playful glint I could only ever notice in his eyes.

            "Say it again," I dared him,"Say it again so I can knee you hard in your royal jewls." That killed the playful light in his eyes. His face grew serious. I could tell from the look on his face that he doubted it, even after debating   with himself on the matter apparently from the way the light returned to his eyes, he chose to believe I was bluffing.

            "Oh yeah...?" Don't say it. "Ginger" He chose to believe wrong. He barely had time to understand what was happening as my knee came up fast and hard between his legs.

            He folded over at the waist. Groaning in pain. I smirked at him this time. "Now let's go get cleaned up, we have a dinner to attend."

            With that I got into the drivers side of my car. "Now get your dumb ass in here so we can get going," I yell to a still-on-the-ground-groaning Jesse and laugh, "Alright if you don't get into this car I'm getting out and we're having a round two, ya pansy."

            He slowly but surely gets up from the ground at that threat. Glaring daggers at me as he opens up the door to the passanger side of the car. "See? That wasn't so bad now was it?" I ask him even while I snicker at his attitude. "Oh so you find it amusing to step all over my family jewels?" He asks me angrily.

            "No simply because of the fact that I didn't 'step' I kneed you in your family jewels," I laugh again, "Now that? That I find funny" I stated as started up the car and put the car in gear, pulling out of the precinct parking lot with MCR's I'm not okay playing on the radio.