Prompt: Prove it
"Did you know that I can put my feet behind my head?" Lindsay said, smiling like a moron, "At the same time. I'm all kinds of flexible."
Don smiled down at his drunken friend, "I'm sure you can, Monroe, but you probably shouldn't try that in a bar. You might cause a riot."
Lindsay nodded, "True. We wouldn't want the whole bar to try to fuck me. That's something I have planned just for you."
Don's eyes widened and he took a step back, "Uh, listen Lindsay…"
"Don't be a baby," she told him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him against her, "I'm not that drunk so your extremely moral integrity-filled self can feel very good about this, just like your libido."
Don relaxed slightly, but grabbed her hips to keep her at a safe distance, "Are you sure about this, Linds? In the morning…"
"In the morning I will be relaxed and satisfied and happy and I will have proven how very flexible I am." She was sober as could be as she stood, "Now, are you taking me home or not?"
"Are you this demanding in bed?"
Lindsay nodded, "I'm controlling too, but don't worry…you'll like it."
iThree hours later/i
Don struggled to breathe as Lindsay collapsed on top of him, "Okay so I liked it. I really, really liked it."
Lindsay giggled, "And I haven't even done my trick yet."
"Your trick?" Don asked his mind slowed by great sex, "What is your...oh," he said as he looked up and watched her bend into a pretzel, "Well," he said, as he hardened, "Maybe I can go one or three more rounds."