When The Lights Go Down

O.k. so this is my first TDI C+D Fanfic story. I've sure read enough of these stories to write my own. Big thanks and props to B-Mac982, Uncensoredharulover, toritona and 13katie who are some of the best TDI writers I know. Their stories gave me a lot of ideas for my own.

Oh I almost forgot, I don't TDI, Courtney, Duncan, or any of the other TDI characters in my stories I might mention.

Chapter 1

Groan…

Why did I let Bridgette convince me to stay up so late…. Well, at least I was somber, when she decided to give an impromptu tabletop version of Striptease.

I turned over in my queen-sized bed. Damn, I had one drink, I think, with Bridge, and I was almost the one up on that table.

Great.

Well, he always said I couldn't hold my alcohol very well. Then I would answer with an "I can hold whatever I want, thank you."

Duncan...

So many memories were wrapped up in that name. Last night was great, Bridgette saw Geoff again. The first time in almost two years. But, with Geoff was a certain delinquent I was trying my best to forget.

After all, that's why Bridgette and I came to Vegas in the first place. To forget.

Well, that ended extremely quickly. As soon as Geoff and Bridgette saw each other they were joined in a horizontal liplock the rest of the night.

Well, as much as the night as I could remember anyway.

I'm starting to think that I had one too many drinks. Talking with Duncan, though, was a whole different story.

Seeing him again was like heaven and hell wrapped up into one heart-wrenching package, both hot and sweet.

He looked exactly the same as I remembered him. Piercings, thick cords of muscle, lime-green Mohawk, and of course his beautiful teal eyes.

Those gorgeous blue eyes, the ones that don't seem to have a bottom. They can be both compassionate and filled with ire at the same time. The pools of lust that can make me melt into a puddle with just one glance.

Those eyes seem to be the only thing that I can remember about last night.

I rolled over again in my bed only to bump my arm against something.

I opened my eyes to see a human lying next to me in the bed,

"Bridgette," I moaned "Why can't you sleep in your own damn room?" Obviously the hangover was starting to take affect. But I couldn't have a hangover. I know I only had one frickin drink.

"Then why," my inner voice started in "Do you have a massive headache, and very obviously a hangover?"

When I sat up to tell Bridgette she needs to go sleep in her own room, I noticed something.

Bridgette doesn't have a tattoo on her upper back, nor does Bridgette have a very lime-green Mohawk.

Only one person in the whole Las Vegas area or even the whole fucking state of Nevada has that hair.

Conveniently, I'm pretty sure I spent all of yesterday night with that said person.

After leaving the island almost two years ago I hoped I would see that hair again. Hell, to even dream about that hair would be a gift.

But, attached to that hair was a delinquent who, over two years ago taught me the true meaning of summer romance. That and how to finally let loose.

Even though I couldn't find the first thing he taught me, I held on quite tight to the second.

I mean I'm in the City Of Lights, don't remember most of last night, and woke up next to a dude who I haven't seen in months.

The last time I checked uptight Courtney wouldn't have even gotten on a plane to Vegas. Hell, I wouldn't have even called a cab to take us to the airport.

So now here I am hyperventilating, and trying to remember what happened to me last night, next to a (probably) naked, smart-alecky, hot, pig of a guy.

Needless to say, I'm starting to see why I've been trying to stay away from alcohol.

But, I mean it was just one night, what was the worst that could've happened?

A/N Ok so what did we think? I think the ending could've been a little better. But I like how I started this story out. Sorry it was kinda short though. I'll try and make the others longer.

Duncan: Seriously, I mean all that entire chapter had was a very uptight prissy girl complain about me.

Courtney: Excuse me, you know I'm right here, right?

Duncan: Did you hear something? It sounded like a very annoyed princess with an attitude problem.

Courtney: Maybe there's a reason K didn't have you say anything in this chapter.

Duncan: Ah, doll-face check out her name; Team Duncan, not Team Courtney.

Me: Well, that's true, but Courtney you do have to admit Duncan is snappier with the comebacks then you are.

Courtney: Are not.

Duncan: Are so.

Courtney: Are NOT.

Me: Please REVIEW!!! Tell your friends, favorite me, put my story on the side of a blimp. I don't care, just spread the word. Hypothetical Brownie points for all who do. Thanks!!

~K