Disclaimer: Disclaimed. [Beware of cussing and nudity]
Damn Tequila
Chapter One:
Of Drunken Sex and Hangovers
A word to the wise: never get drunk.
You know what, never drink at all. It makes you do incredibly stupid things and you wake up needing massive amounts of painkillers to deal with the hangover. If you're really stupid, however, you wake up with your undergarments strewn about a room you've never been in before and in the arms of a very, very naked man.
Cue the panicked scream of hung-over young woman.
Lucy was always the prudish, dreadfully picky one of her friends. She was the twenty-four year old virgin. She was the one that broke up with the last three of her boyfriends since they had cheated on her because she wouldn't sleep with them. She never showed too much skin [she ever wore a one-piece swimsuit] and didn't believe in public displays of affection.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy kissing, she just didn't enjoy kissing in front of other people. Nor did she particularly enjoy getting roaring drunk in front of other people, yet here she was, in her birthday suit after getting drunk off her arse the day before. In front of another person. A stranger, no less.
"Get the hell away from me, you pervert!" Lucy screeched, an unforgiving sound on both their pounding heads, jerking away from the white-haired. She brought the sheets with her, planning to shield her bare body, but in turn revealed the man's very well...sculpted body. Blood rushed to her ears in embarrassment.
The man took his time to answer and smirked when he did, seeming content to watch the woman squirm, as he plugged one ear with his pinky due to her rather excessive screaming.
"Like what ya see, sweetheart?"
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