SLF: I know, I know! I have two other stories I should be updating instead of working on new stuff, but I can't help it! I was reading Tainted by Ellie Slaughter (which you should gander at) and it's an unfinished work. I just love the style! I couldn't get the idea of a dark and sexy DxC story out of my head. I want something where they are both disreputable people but from different sides of the tracks. Because, let's face it, Courtney isn't a pristine little angel anyway. SO I just started typing and this is what came out. Not sure where I'm going but the inspiration was too tangible to pass. Here we go! Fair warning, this will be a backburner story to Princess. Those updates will come first.

Duncan awoke suddenly and with a pounding headache.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered before sitting up slowly and without opening his eyes. His room smelt stale, like he had drenched everything in whiskey and let it sit in the heat for a week. He groaned as his head smacked the headboard. Slowly he opened his eyes and took in the single ray of sunshine that had penetrated his curtain.

A sudden noise beside him surprised him. He looked over dully and saw the shock of red hair. Despite everything, he smirked slowly. Oh yeah, he thought. He had actually gotten lucky last night. After his bitch of an ex-girlfriend dumped he had been on way too long a dry spell. Waiting a week was unacceptable, two weeks was goddamn unheard of.

Vaguely, fuzzy memories trickled back into his brain. She was just some chick he met at a bar, no real connection. Just drunk and hot which made her good enough. He'd never see her again after this morning so it didn't really matter; hell, he didn't even know her name. MIranda? Melissa? Something like that.

With a deep grunt he swung his feet over the edge of his bed and pushed himself up. With great and valiant effort he made his way to the bathroom sink and pulled out an aspirin. He downed it with the tap water. It was a lumpy swallow down the desert of his throat. He grimaced.

Last night had been typical. He went out with his buddies, got blasted, and took some rando home. It was his plan most nights of the week when he wasn't bartending. Or at least, that's how it had been before he got his dumb ass tied down.

He'd forgotten how much a shitfest being in a relationship could be. Chicks used up all your money, time, and god they were so annoying. It felt good to get back up on the saddle of one night stands. Well, he smirked, technically she got up on the saddle. But this was good. This was the Duncan he knew and loved. He looked at himself in the mirror. He might be blurry eyed and have dragon breath but he was still pretty hot. The possibly drug addict, probable criminal look really worked for him. The more strung out he looked the sexier his bad boy image came across. He winked at his reflection. He screamed danger. It's what got him laid so much. Plus, he was fucking amazing in bed.

Ruffling his now limp Mohawk he stepped in the shower. He let the hot water rinse off the sins of last night. His room may smell like ass but Duncan was a bit of a freak for personal hygiene. He excused it by saying that smelly guys aren't bangable guys in a woman's mind. But really, he just hated feeling disgusting. He liked to smell and feel like a Greek god. He lived in a small but pleasant apartment in a quiet building. His party rocker lifestyle was for the outside world. Besides his conquests, of course.

He finished up his routine and slipped on some clean boxers. Now how was he going to get this girl out of his apartment?

"I can't believe I'm socializing with these people," Courtney wrinkled her nose in distaste. The music was loud and booming, sweaty bodies entwined at every inch of space, people making out in dark corners and even plain sight; in other words, Hell.

"Oh c'mon, you need to get out more!" Bridgette laughed.

"I get out plenty." Courtney lifted her nose in the air.

"Work lunches do not count as getting out."

"Well they are a lot more fun than this din of iniquity."

"You are so full of shit and you know it," Bridgette rolled her eyes, "Look how many hot guys there are here!"

"Are boys all you think about?"

"Nope," Bridgette replied cheerfully, "I also think about the environment, and food, and-"

"Okay, we get it!" Courtney laughed, "You know this isn't my thing though."

"And that's exactly why you are here," Bridgette grabbed her shoulders, "I need to get you laid. You are soooo uptight."

"You really think I'll find anyone of merit in this place?"

Bridgette groaned in frustration,

"We aren't looking for future husbands! Just hot, one-night stands. It's not like you've never had a one night stand."

Courtney clamped her mouth shut and blushed. It was true, she had gone home with some stranger one night in college and Bridgette never let her forget it.

"So," Bridgette grinned, satisfied that she had won, "Look around and see if anyone suits your fancy. Like," She spotted a tall guy in a pink shirt and cowboy hat, "that one."

"Ew," Courtney grimaced, "Bridgette, he has a cowboy hat on."

"I know, but," Bridgette twirled her hair, "he's still pretty cute."

"Ugh, I need a drink."

"Now that's the best idea you've had all night," Bridgette grabbed her friend and dragged her through the throng to the bar.

The bar was crowded but they managed to find a space to squeeze in.

"What d'you want?" Bridgette turned to Courtney.

"Oh I can get it."

"Don't be silly, I dragged you out so I'm buying," Bridgette turned towards the bartender, "Two shots of tequila, please."

"Sure thing, sweetheart," The bartender winked and grabbed the requisite bottle.

Courtney raked her eyes along his body. He was tall, built but not overly so; he had the kind of 5 o'clock shadow that was probably permanently there. As she reached his face she noticed his piercing teal eyes boring into hers. He had several piercings, a shocking green mohawk, and tattoos snaking down his arms but it was his eyes that she noticed.

"Something I can do for you, babe?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

Courtney blushed, embarrassed at being caught in her appraisal,

"The tequila?"

He smirked in a knowing way that pissed her off,

"I'll make yours a double."

"Whatever," she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

This entire time Bridgette was grinning from ear to ear looking between the two. Finishing his task, Duncan slid the shots across the table. Courtney's was a double as promised. Feeling like she had something to prove, Courtney downed hers in one go. Duncan's smirk grew,

"Need another?"

"Is there another bartender we could talk to, perhaps?" Courtney gasped from the burn.

"Aw, I'm hurt," Duncan mocked, "You don't want to just hang out with me all night?"

"As if," Courtney pushed the hair behind her shoulders.

"Sorry, Princess, it's just me tonight."

He was lying, but hey, he was having fun rattling her.

"Then yes," Courtney snapped, "I'll take another. And don't call me Princess."

He chuckled to himself as he grabbed the bottle,

"Whatever your majesty desires."