The Street Fighter Meets The Gang Leader
Chapter 53 — Drunk

-Dominic's POV-

"Dominic! Dominic! Dominic!"

I laughed as I was thrown into the air before being caught by sturdy arms.

The room was spinning, and the night was a blur, but it was the most fun I had had in ages. The taste of alcohol in my mouth, the cheering, the excitement, the sheer joy of having everyone here to enjoy this with me.

This is what you call a party.

-Five Hours Earlier-

"Dominic, please,"

"No."

"But we're bored,"

"So be it,"

"You don't even have a fight scheduled tonight."

"I could get one later." "Demoniiiicccc."

"Zackkk."

We both glared at each other, only a couple of meters away. Neither one of us breaking eye contact. "Just help us get into the club, it won't kill you! You practically live there!" Zack argued. He's been trying to convince me for a while now to get me to use my street fighter ID to get into a club tonight, but I haven't been agreeing. I didn't want to go to the club, it's never been my scene.

"MD lives there!"

"That's you!"

"That's another side of me!"

"Jake, tell her!" "Blake, tell him!"

I pushed Blake in front of me which resulted in him facing his brother who had also been used by Zack. They both looked at each other and shrugged. It was as if they were communicating in their minds because Blake then turned to me instead of fighting for me.

It would be funny if twins could actually do something like that because they weren't the only twins here. But alas, it'd be impossible for Nick to

"Guys, leave her alone," Nick suddenly said, making my eyes widen slightly yet I smirked right after. Blake glanced at Nick but then looked back down at me. Un-seaming to give up just yet.

"Come on D, it'll be fun. You've been under a lot of stress lately and so has Nick. I think everyone needs a day to relax and loosen up. Think of your brother." Once he said this, I suddenly felt really guilty. I turned back to Nick who was typing furiously on his laptop and sighed at the sight. Maybe Blake was right.

"Fine, but only for Nick," I finally give in which causes the guys to cheer. I rolled my eyes at their celebration but couldn't hold in a little smile that followed it.

I started walking up to my room to start getting ready when I hear a call from behind me saying, "Make sure you wear something sexy Demonic," Zack again. I put up a finger without turning back to him and after heard him receive a punch which made me chuckle, "You deserved that!"

When I got to my room, I closed the door gently before letting out a sigh. Those guys were going to be the death of me.

Opening my closet, I looked around until trying to replace something decent to wear. Partying has never been my forte but since I officially work at the bar and was one of their main money-makers, they expected me and Xavier to make appearances at events at least once a year, so I did have outfits suited for this. I wasn't a fan of dresses, but I've agreed to this already so here I was, wearing a dress.

I ended up picking something a little edgy yet comfortable and good looking before sitting down to put on some makeup. I was getting used to doing this now. It wasn't anything professional or extra although I was probably capable of doing better with a little practice. I wanted to keep things as minimal as I could, not wanting to draw any attention to myself at all. I mainly used makeup normally to hide my scars though and thankfully it was doing a good job considering Arthur hasn't noticed them yet.

After around half an hour, I was done. I took one final look over and nodded to myself. I looked...good.

I then got up to start heading for my door when I spotted something in the corner of my eye. On my nightstand sat my last pack of cigarettes.

I hadn't smoked since my last face-offs and I'd be lying if I wasn't craving them constantly. I wasn't addicted. That's what I had told myself. I wasn't because I've gone six months without them, but I craved them so badly, energy drinks too although I've had them here and there when I could.

One wouldn't hurt, right? I picked up the pack from my nightstand and took one out when I heard my room's door being opened. I quickly put the cigarette back in the pack but wasn't quick enough to put the pack away.

"You never learn, do you?" I sighed and looked down at the pack in my hand. He caught me.

"I haven't had them for six months, Nick," I tried to excuse my actions, but he didn't seem satisfied. He walked towards me and gently took the pack out of my hands. I hesitantly let them go.

"Is there a reason besides that lame excuse that you want one right now?" he then asked which made me gulp. He could see right through me.

"I don't want to breakdown again any time soon. I don't want to be weak and let you guys down." I replied, not wanting to look at him so I closed my eyes while my head stayed down. I didn't hear anything back from him which saddened me when he suddenly pulled me into a hug.

"You could never let me down. You're strong as fuck and we all know that. You're the strongest street fighter in the worlds the Christs sake! So, stand tall, okay sis?" He pulled away softly after and I did as he said, I stood up tall and gave him a smile which he returned.

"Here," He then gave me back my pack of cigs which made me look at him with surprise. Nick scratched the back of his neck, mumbling something along the lines of, 'Xavier's going to kill me,' before saying, "I trust you know what you're doing. Don't get addicted and don't have them in large amounts, understood?"

I gave him a two-fingered salute and replied, "yes boss," to which he chuckled and gave me a nudge,

"You look good by the way, I'm prepared to punch as many guys as you need," he assured as we walked to exit my door.

"Give Zack a second one for me!" I called back, and I heard him laugh,

"Don't take too long or you'll miss it!"

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It wasn't long after that when we got to the club that Zack had recommended. We stepped out of our vehicles and Blake stood by my side behind the rest of the guys as we walked to the club.

"You...look hot, tonight," Blake says, nervousness evident slightly which made my own butterflies fly around in my stomach and chest but before I could let them take control of my throat, I covered myself with confidence,

"So, I'm not hot other nights?" I joked, which made him bite his lip, and before he could reply, Jake pushed in between us and exclaimed, "He meant to say that you're hot tonight, but you're sexy as fuck other nights! Right, brother?" His enthusiasm made me giggle, but I secretly wondered if Blake actually saw me that way.

Especially since he replied with, "Shut the fuck up Jake." Which made me laugh.

Jake took that opportunity to lean down and whisper in my ear, "I'm right, ya'know." I quieted down a little surprised. Really?

This must have caught Blake's attention since he tried to move Jake out of the way but instead Jake pulled me with him towards the front of our group making me laugh again. "You're pissing him off," I stated, glancing back at Blake. "I know sweetheart, it's my job to do so," Jake replied to which we both sniggered.

We then got to the front entrance of the club and I pulled out my street fighter ID, showing the security guard. Since we were underage in America, this was the only way for us to get in. Streetfighters take priority regardless of age. The only worry I had was my secret identity now. So, even though it was dark enough for me to go on without doing anything, I pulled the guard down and threatened, "Tell anyone about anything you've seen here, well, I assume you know what I'm capable of doing," to which I could see him nod with fear evident in his eyes.

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After we got in, I couldn't help the little bit of excitement as I felt the loud music bounce off of the walls and its vibrations travel through the ground and onto my body. The smell of alcoholic drinks hitting my nose and the crowds of people dancing and cheering the DJ on.

-Three Hours Later-

"I challenge you to a drinking contest!" Jason shouted, pointing a finger at me which made me look back at him with amusement. We've all had many drinks at this stage and it's right to say that we were all pretty drunk, some more than others. Jason, I think was the most. From being the conserved one, he was now an animal.

"I wanted to challenge her!" Zack shouts over the music, coming in, holding three bottles in hand.

"We'll just do it all together!" I shouted back which made the two boys turn and grin at my idea and started setting up.

"You sure this is a good idea, D?" Blake asked from next to me. He probably had the least to drink tonight and the sanest but that didn't stop me from this challenge.

"Of course! I'm gonna beat them all!"

A countdown was done and before we knew it, we were chugging down our bottles of vodka like madmen as fast as we could. With each gulp, I could feel myself losing it more and more but before I fully lost my sanity, I was finished first. "I WIN MOTHER FUCKERS!" I screamed and a crowd of people who seemed to come out of nowhere started cheering me on, started throwing me up into the air and I was caught by a strong pair of arms.

I looked up to see it was Blake who had caught me. "Was he always this good looking?" I thought as the way he had caught me made me see him differently. His facial structure, his grin, himself as a whole. They suddenly stood out to me in a way they never had before. He looked...amazing. Amazing enough to make my chest squeeze.

"Yes, I was always this good looking," he then answers with a chuckle which makes me burn up. I must have asked that out loud.

I giggled back at him and buried my head in his chest, getting the most I could out of him holding me in this position. I felt comfortable in his arms. "Well, I'm sorry for only noticing now. You don't have a girlfriend, right? You should get one, so I can ship you guys and then strangle her to death if she hurts you!" I said not really liking the idea of him taken at all. In fact, as the words came out of my mouth a little upset feeling grew inside of me. As if I didn't want it at all. "You think so? Because I know a girl," he said, amusement clear in his voice as he started taking me somewhere. I pouted, and the sad feeling grew even more.

"No, I like it better when you're with me! You help me train and stuff!" I argued, trying my best to reverse the idea I gave him.

"That's all? I think I'm more into the girlfriend idea. The girl I'm into is strong and beautiful and can stand up for herself at all times." He listed, and I felt like crying.

"Who could be stronger than me? I'm the strongest there is! Plus, look at me! I'm drop-dead gorgeous!" I said loud enough for probably the whole world to hear me. I probably said it that loud to convince myself more than I was convincing him.

When I said made him pause for a second and look me over, "Trust me I know." he complimented and was about to keep walking when I said something I hadn't thought over, "Then why can't I be your girlfriend?"