Little black dress just walked into the room.

I see her walk in with some of her friends from across the full bar, and I can only make one clear thought. That I want her, and I don't care about anything else, or my current girlfriend who had already disappeared with a drunk guy. It was over anyways. I watch her as she scans the crowd with her brown eyes before they land on me, and I can't help but smirk.

Makin' heads turn. Can't stop looking at you.

Vico notices me staring, and I can hear the smile in his voice when he sees who I'm looking at. I expect him to tell me that I have a terrible taste in girls, but I can't help but like her brown wavy hair, or the outline of her nose. This girl is... Attractive. I can't peel my eyes off of her. I watch closely as one of her friends whispers into her ear, then nod her head towards me.

"She's hot, dude. Hotter then Lou," Vico tells me, slamming two drinks in front of me before taking a drag from his cigarette. "I'd go after her now. Other people are staring at her too."

I look around, only to see that he's right. All of the boys in here are staring at her right now, probably the shape of her body, and to be honest, it is good. But I can't stop staring at her face, something tell me to know more about her. No matter what it takes.

Vico has already disappeared, probably with the blonde girl who was flirting with him since we got here. We didn't plan to get drunk tonight, but it looks like staying sober is out the window tonight. I take the drinks that Vico gave me, and make my way towards her, ignoring the short brunette standing next to her.

"I'm Brandon," I tell her, surprised by how confident I sound. By now I would have made a fool of myself. I hold the beer out to her. "Care for a drink?"

She gives me a lopsided smile as she takes it, taking a small sip. "Thanks." Now that she's closer, I know that I've made the right choice to talk to her. She seems... Different is safe to say, I guess.

"No name?" I ask, and she just laughs as her friend disappears.

"Callie." She offers, and I smile, running my fingers through my hair, only to notice her staring at me, and I smirk.

"Find me hot or something?" I ask her, the alcohol already affecting me, and Callie just shrugs, leaning against the wall behind her.

"Attractive, I guess. I was kinda jealous when my sister was staring at you."

Sister. Probably the girl who just disappeared. "She seems kinda young."

"Just turned eighteen. Yeah, I guess she is. But it's not her first time in a bar. When I first met her, I almost got kicked out because she went to a party and got drunk."

"Oh. So you were adopted?"

"All of us. I have two moms," Callie gives me a small sad smile, and I feel bad for asking so many questions. "A younger brother who went into the system with me."

By the tone of her voice, I asked to many touchy questions, and she's about to say something, that she should find her sister and leave, but I don't want her too. I want her to stay.

It's too late, it's too late to go home.

"Hey, don't go yet," I say, and I can tell that she's surprised by me stoping her, my hand wrapping around her bare arm, her skin warm against mine. "It's too late. Now I really wanna know you."

I order both of us another drink, and wait for her to tell me more about her, and she does. She tells me about how her father was drunk when him and her mother were in a car crash. How she went from house to house before she met her mothers, Stef and Lena. The next thing she tells me is a surprise.

"A few houses before them, it was good too you know. There was this boy and he was super nice and everything. You know how it ends from there," Callie lets out a small laugh. "Nobody believes that the poor foster girl was raped."

"I believe you." I mumble, looking into her eyes. She is telling the truth. Nobody would lie about something like that.

"Well, I wanna hear about you." She says, ordering another drink.

"No more drinks," I whisper into her ear, pulling her body against mine. "I don't want you to get completely wasted."

"And I want another drink."

"I'll get you another one. After you dance for me."

"W-what?"

"Dance for me." I whisper, kissing her neck gently before I can stop myself, and pull her closer to me.

I wanna see the way you move for me, baby.

"Y-you want me to dance with you?" Callie stutters, and I shake my.

"Not with. For."

Callie seems to actually think about it, crossing her arms over her chest. "So if I dance for you, you'll buy me a drink and let me get 100% drunk?"

I nod, pulling out a twenty to prove my point, and she shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. "Nope."

"Why not?" I ask, leaning against the bar. Callie sighs, looking at me.

"I barely know you."

I suddenly get to my feet, and turn her around, my hands resting on her hips. "I bet you know how to dance. It can't be that hard." I whisper into her ear.

"I'm not dancing. Maybe if you buy me another drink." Callie whispers, and I barely hear her as she presses her body against mine. A small moan escapes me, and my hands move from her waist, pushing her hair to the side as I start to kiss is lightly, "Or can we go somewhere else?" She asks as a small moan escapes me.

"I- uh, I live a few minutes away from here." I stutter, thinking about my apartment that I just got, thankful that I have it now.

"Okay. Take me there."

I smirk, taking her hand. "With pleasure." I say, leading her out of the bar, thankful for the cold crispy air. It'll help me clear my brain more while we walk.

The walk is silent until I open my door, and her lips are suddenly against mine. I just met her, but I feel like I've known her for years. I kiss her back with just as much force, taking her face in my hands to deepen the kiss as I run my tongue along her bottom lip, and she opens up eagerly.

I don't know how we ended up from my front door to the kitchen, but I don't mind as I easily lift her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. Her soft lips find mine again, wrapping her arms around my neck. The alcohol is making my movements bolder, and I surprise myself when I kiss her neck, sucking gently, and she moans.

Callie and I just met, but I honestly don't care. I want her. Right now. I kiss her neck again, and one of my hands rest on her thigh, sliding underneath her dress, and her breathing hitches. I'm glad she didn't wear this with tights.

"Brandon." She whimpers, and I can't help but smirk, slowly moving my hand higher.

Hearing my name come from her like that is a huge turn on. "Say it again." I murmur as my other hand tugs gently at one of the dress straps. It needs to come off. Right now. I start to kiss down to her collarbone, sucking gently.

"Brandon, I-" She stops as I start to slide the straps off her shoulders, and I start to unzip the back, until she stops me. I look at her confused, and she pulls my shirt above my head before pulling the waist band of my jeans.

"No," I mumble against her lips as her hands find my chest. "Not now." Callie starts to pull off her dress, and I help, throwing it somewhere behind me. I find myself staring before I kiss her again roughly, biting her lower lip as I push her legs apart. My fingers dance along her leg slowly.

"Stop teasing me."

I smirk again, but listen to her and slide two fingers into her, and she rolls her hips against my hand. "No," I growl, sucking on the skin under her ear, not caring if I leave a mark. "Don't do that."

"Then you do something!" Callie whispers, running her nails along my chest.

"With pleasure," I mumble, pumping my fingers into her, causing a loud moan to escape her. "Shh. These walls are like paper. You have to be quiet."

"Fuck, Brandon," She says, her nails digging into my sides. "Oh go-"

I cut her off by kissing her, pulling her body closer to mine. I pump my fingers into her faster, and her arms wrap around my neck as her fingers pull at my hair. I pull my fingers out of her, and lift her up easily, bringing her to my room. At this point, I really could careless about the noise.

Callie pulls me on top of her, and my bare chest comes into contact with fabric. She's still wearing her damn bra. I basically rip the fabric off of her before I kiss her chest, sucking gently. "Brandon, I swear to god if yo-"

I chuckle, looking at her. "Babe, relax. You're gonna get what you want."

"You do this way too slow." Callie says, and I stop, looking up at her.

I don't answer her, instead I push into her slowly, and her nails run down my sides roughly. I thrust into her hard, and a moan escapes her lips. Callie kisses me, her fingers tugging at my hair as I thrust into her again.

When I wake up the next morning, it doesn't surprise me that Callie isn't in my bed next to me. The clothes that I ripped off of her body last night are nowhere to be seen. I don't blame her. Most of the time, this would be a one time stand. The only problem is that she's different.

Like the idiot I am I take a shower and go straight to the bar, in hopes of being able to see her again. I find a dark corner where nobody else is, and scan every single face I can see. After a few hours my phone vibrates and I have to go to work.

The next day I do the same thing. And on Wednesday. The next thing I know is that a week pasts by, and slowly a month of scanning the crowd even though I know that there's no way I'll be to see her again.

It's a Tuesday. Well I think it is when I see it again. The familiar curly shoulder length brown hair and the same solid brown eyes. The next thing I know is that I'm pushing through all of the people trying to get to her, and I do.

"Hey," I say, grabbing her arm roughly, pulling her out of the bar. I plan on making sure that I never go here again with her. I don't want her to get drunk and go off having sex with some other guy. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Brandon, let go of me!" I ignore her as I drag her into a restaurant. "What the hell do you want from me?" She demands as I basically shove her into the chair at an empty table.

"You're not going to that bar ever again."

"So what if we got drunk and had sex? I left you alone that's what you wanted, right?"

I let out a small laugh as I shake my head. "No that not what I wanted. I wanted you to stay."

"Why?"

I just smirk at her, and shrug. "Because there's something different about you," I tell her when I realize what she's wearing. The black dress that started all of this. "I actually like you."

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