"Never have I ever," James paused his green blue eyes glancing around the bar to see all the different people. Some drunk, some sober. Some loud clingy drunks, others quiet drunks that keep to themselves. "Worn make up" James said looking back at me smiling crookedly both of us knowing I would have to take a drink at that.

"That's a cheap shot, so I'm not doing it." I said firmly not breaking the stare.

"You have to, rules of the game." He said still smiling at me, once of his longer pieces of hair falling into his eye.

"No way!" I exclaimed laughing, "I'm not going to do it"

"You have to, You have no choice" He said stating the same argument over and over.

"Fine" I sighed giving into him, because he was so stubborn and I knew he would never give up. I reached for one of the many shots glasses infront of me. I picked it up and just looked at it, not wanting to do this. James was watching me like a hawk, every move I made, his eyes followed me. Now or Never. I took the drink, burning the back of my throat causing me to gag. James started laughing, causing me to give him a dirty look.

"You're probably the worst drinker ever" He said blue eyes glowing with laughter.

"Well I certainly can't compare to you, You should make this a pro sport" I said looking for anything to wash that taste out of mouth as James handed me a drink.

"You're turn" He said simply, waiting in anticipation.

"Never have I ever, Played hockey" I said with a cheap shot just like his.

"And you say I'm cheap" He said grabbing a shot in front of him and downing it without a problem.

"Alright, never have I ever, Worn a dress" He added throwing another cheap one in there.

I downed the shot and continued the game, "Never have I ever, Ice skated."

"Hold on," He said putting his hand up to stop the game, "You've never Ice skated?"

"Never" I said simply picking at my nail polish.

"Alright," He said picking up his coat and throwing it around his broad shoulders, "Now I know what we need to do."

"No, no,no,no,no" I said not even standing up from the booth we were sitting in. He stood above me now towering over me and just stared me down, eyebrow raised waiting for me to stand up. "I am not going ice skating." I said simply but firmly.

"You have to learn" He said sitting back in the booth, coat still on, blue eyes still shining in the dim lights of the bar.

"Yes, but not today" I said leaning back away from him. He adjusted his posture so he was now sitting up straight.

"Come on Presley, Just try it" He said basically begging me.

"What difference does it make to you?" I asked laughing at how helpless he seemed.

"It makes a difference because its pathetic that you've never ice skated before" He said simply leaning over the table.

"No" I said firmly leaning in.

"Yes" He said stubbornly, leaning forward.

I sighed heavily, knowing how this would end. Better now than later.

"Fine" I got up and put on my coat, he stood up shortly after.

'Wait," I said causing him to turn and look at me, a confused look on his handsome face.
I looked at the shots on the table, along with the money he laid out for the waitress. "You never took your last one" I said smiling up at him. He sighed seeing no point to it, took a random glass and downed it easily turning to give me a look as if to say, Are you happy now?I pushed on his arm gently, nudging him to the door and towards the parking spot where my car had been sitting since I went into the bridal shop.

"So who's driving?" He asked pointing at my brand new classic black Range Rover.

I basically laughed out loud at that, there was no way I was letting him drive my car. In response, I slid into the drivers seat and let him get into the passenger seat.

"Not exactly the answer I was hoping for" He sighed under his breath.

"Where to?" I asked ignoring his comment.

"Consol" He said simply.

"Are we allowed to be in there now?" I asked confused.

"Well, technically no, but they wont find out" He laughed.

"Great, Ice skating for the first time and I'll be arrested for breaking and entering for the first time, fun night." I mumbled sarcastically checking my mirrors to see if anyone was coming before I pulled out.

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"Just hold on to me, You'll be fine" James said holding my hands as he guided me across the ice.

I fell almost immediately after that, him still on his feet staring down at me. "Yes, because I'm totally fine after that" I said taking his hand to help me up and brushing some of the ice shavings off my pants before reaching out to grab his hands, nearly falling again.

"Youre a lot worse than i thought you would be," He laughed staring down at my feet.

"I'm a lot better than I thought I would be" I said causing him to laugh louder and throw his head back exposing more of the light colored beard that was just beginning to show on his jawline.

"How bad could you have been?" He said bringing his head back down, his laughter dying down.

"Besides dragging myself around on my butt, I dont know could be worse." I said simply as he chuckled, the sound of his laugh filling the stands of the empty arena.

Consol was amazing. Completely illegal, but amazing. The vibe of the whole place was amazing from the thousands of seats packed into the arena, to the players benches that many famous sports players had sat on in their glory days, even to the boxes that so many famous people had sat in, legends even. The boards were clear as day, but with evident scratch marks from players being slammed into them, The chill coming off the ice was invigorating, a feeling you could never get tired of.


"This is amazing" I said wide-eyed looking around taking everything in.

"Yeah," James smiled his bright white smile,"Imagine playing here every day"

"I wish" I laughed.

"What do you do?" He asked bringing his gaze back down to me.

"Modeling" I said still looking around the arena.

"Modeling?" He said seeming confused.

"Modeling" I said turning to smile at him.

"Nice choice," He said nodding his head, not exactly the reaction I was expecting from well-known manwhore James Neal, "Why?" He asked a simple follow up question.

Truth was, I didnt know why. I didnt have an answer. It was just something I'd been doing as long as long as I could remember. Almost all of my memories as a child included a small click. Followed by a quick flash and the voice of my father telling me, "As long as I see the importance of money, I can do anything in my life."

"I just liked the camera," I said not completely knowing what to say to his curious eyes watching me, face waiting in anticipation.

"So why not become a photographer?" He asked simply.

It was a valid question.

"I just liked being on the other side of the camera better" I said simply realizing this was the longest time I had gone skating without falling so far. But that didnt last long. I was soon on my butt, being helped up by James.

"Just dont think about it," He said simply speeding up, "Just go with the flow, let your instincts take over"

"You're kidding right?" I asked as he let go of my hands, skating backwards away from me and down the ice.

"Just try it" He yelled back simply, his booming voice echoing off the walls of the arena.

I slowly slid one foot forward and then the other doing it three or four times before falling again.

"How did it feel?" He said smiling over me as he slowly lifted me up.

"Pathetic" I said as he laughed.

Notes

Short Chapter more meant to fill in the gaps of whats going to happen later on, Sorry!