Jacob chuckled looking at the dancing girl, who was catching every body's attention now. Her hands were folded in the air and she was moving them up and down rapidly, like chicken's wings. Her legs were a little bent, while she walked slowly like a fat chicken.

"PECK! PECK! PECK!!!!" She spoke even more louder, while Jacob glared at her in embarras.e.m.e.nt.

He covered his face after looking at so many people, who were now starring at the girl. "I don't know this girl! I don't know you Isa!!! Who are you?" 

"Peck! Peck! I am chicken's official friend!! PECKKKK!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and Jacob instantly jumped from his bar stool towards the girl.

He held the girl from her tiny waist strongly, and covered her lips with his other palm. "SHhhhhhhh!!! You are too high!!!" 

He held the girl tightly, looking straight in her surprised eyes. She then struggled to release herself from his strong grip, mummbling something under his palm.

Jacob could feel her soft lips, brus.h.i.+ng on his palm. Ahhhh!! Finally I touched them. Wanted to see how her lips felt on my hands. They are so soft, I wonder how they taste?

Jacob shunted the wild thoughts in his mind once again and looked at the struggling girl and smiled. "Ok fine! I will do the challange, provided you stop dancing! I don't like it when people stare at you like this! Ok?" He glared at the girl, with a sense of possesiveness in his eyes.

Isa struggled to speak but frowned.

"Why are not you speaking?" Jacob frowned looking at the girl.

The girl pointed her finger at his hand, making him realise why she can't speak.

"Ohhh!! Yeah! I forgot! Guess I am drunk too!!" Jacob smirked and removed his hand from her lips and chuckled looking at the girl's smudged lip gloss.

He quickly held out his finger and started cleaning the s.h.i.+ning red colored fluid from her chin and cheeks. "Sorry, I smudged your lipper!"

He smiled at her, touching her soft skin.

Isa stood still, while Jacob gently wiped away the gloss from the bottom of her lips now. "There all done!" 

"Thank you!" Isa smiled looking at the boy.

He looked at his hands, which were now s.h.i.+ning red due to the sticky gloss. His middle of the palm had the perfectly engraved red colored imprint of the girl's lips.

Isa looked at his lipstick stained hand and quickly caught hold of a tissue. She was about to wipe off the redness from his hand, when Jacob quickly held her wrist with his other hand.

"What are you doing?" He frowned.

"Removing the listick stains from your palm and fingers!" Isa replied, looking at his other hand, which was holding her wrist.

"No! Let it be!" Jacob looked in the girl's eyes.