"Get me another." I managed to get out, already have swallowed my 5th glass of vodka. One of the scantily clad women nodded at me, leaving with a wink to go get it as the other two draped across me.

I watched as she left, her long legs in sky high heels leading up to a wiggling tutu, butt cheeks showing, as she tried to enhance her curves in her walk. She had a thin body, felt no shame, all the features I loved. And yet, she did nothing for me. I tore my eyes, red from dry tears, off her hips as another one, matching the same description led her finger across my chin for attention.

What was I doing here? I didn't want any of these girls, or these drinks. They weren't her, and they'd never be her seemed to be the only cohesive thoughts running through my brain.

The rest were her name. Chloe. Chloe. Chloe…
"Here you go, Mr. Queen." A sultry voice said, once again, demanding my attention elsewhere. But at least it was somewhere besides my self-pity. I took my drink from her, managing as best a charming smile as I could drunk when she got down on her knees, placing a hand on my legs, spreading them apart with a grin.
I had no problem with what she was doing, with what the girls were doing. I had no Chloe to live for anymore. I simply leaned my head back, closing my eyes, pretending she was the one licking me all over as she clouded my memory.
*Flashback*
Chloe rolled off of me, laughing as I pouted, longing for her to come back to my arms. "DAMN!" She said, in a fit of giggles before propping up on an elbow and smiling at me silently.
I tugged at the sheet she pulled over her, but her arm held it firmly on her chest, still just staring eerily at me.
Eventually, I gave up. "What?" I asked, laughing as well.
She laughed, looking at me up and down now before stopping at my eyes, suddenly solemn. "I just…it's been so long, after Jimmy…I never imagined that someone else would be in my bed…or that I'd care for them…"
A tear fell from her eye at the mention of Jimmy. It was rare, but every once awhile, she would open up to me, and I couldn't help but love her more in all vulnerability.
I opened my arms again, this time she crawled wordlessly into them. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her forehead, just letting her cry.
*Present Day*
I stood, pulling my sweats back up. "Thank you ladies, you may go now." I said, curtly, tears about fall again.
Grudgingly, they left, leaving me to my drink.
I walked to my bed, sitting and picking up her t-shirt which she had left here. Now that it had all happened, I didn't know why I ever pushed her away.
I buried my head in her t-shirt, the tears freefalling as I was alone now when it hit me. I needed her.

Hands in my head, I can't seem to tear myself out of the bed for days. Lying there, an accidental fast, all I do is miss her.
*Flashback*
"I thought you said this was all for fun…" She twirled a piece of her hair in between two of her fingers, a smile lighting in her eyes.
I stared at her, dumbstruck, both by her beauty…and her timing. "Chloe…I just told you I loved you?"
She smiles then, looking at me. "Oh, I heard you. But I thought you said we'd be fun." She jumps up out of my grasp and runs out.
Fuck. Did I just ruin things? But just as I was thinking this, she runs back in, a cloth in her hands.
"What are you doing?" I ask, wary, and confused. But most of all, hurt.
"A game." She ties the cloth over her eyes, blinded and vulnerable.
I take her hands, smiling. Her and her games.
Awhile later, I untie the cloth looking at her and kissing her naked shoulders.
"I love you." She whispers, closing her eyes.
*Present*
After days and days of this, a rush of wind hits my room. Clark.
"What?" I groan, head in the pillow.
"Get up. We're getting her back for you. She's not the same either." He says, grabbing me up.
But he doesn't have to. She needs me. That's all I needed to hear.