Molly knew she shouldn't have suggested they stop at a pub before heading home, she realised it the second she even offered up the idea; but once Jim agreed to it, it would have been almost impossible for her to change his mind. He had that look in his eye, as he dragged her in after him that let her know that he wasn't going to be the one to catch the cab tonight.
After more rounds than she kept track of, Jim was practically hanging on her, his Irish drawl coming out so slurred that she could barely get the gist of what he was saying.
"Molly darlin', I thin' you're lookin' very fuckable tonigh',"he mumbled, arm snug around her waist and lips moving to her neck before she could even respond to his statement. The other patrons at the bar glanced at him for a moment before returning to their own drinks. Molly let out a sigh, mix of pleasure and annoyance before attempting to slide off his lap and stand up; he'd had enough to drink.
"Uh Jim, we can't do anything here, so-." Jim promptly cut her off, his lips meeting hers in a sloppy and drunken kiss. After letting the kiss continue for a minute, Molly pulled out of it as she managed to wriggle out of his grasp. She lightly gripped the front of his jacket, surprisingly not a suit that night because he wanted to see what Molly claimed was a 'normal night out' which apparently didn't include suits.
Jim let out a groan, hands moving back to her sides to pull her back in, but she stood still, shaking her head at him.
"Home. At home we can continue."
"But Mollyyyyy," he drew out the 'y' sound in her name, head tilting back melodramatically attracting the glances of the bartender who stared at him.
"We can snog in a cab if you're really feeling so-," again, she was cut as Jim stood up and kissed her. Molly immediately pulled out of it, pulling him away from the bar where she'd paid the tab and towards the exit. "No, Jim. I said-," this time he went for the sensitive area of the flesh of her neck, practically hanging off her. She attempted to ignore him for a second but them lightly pushed him off. "Jim I said no so just cut it out."
Jim, even in his drunken state, could tell she was getting annoyed, but he couldn't be bothered to care. He needed to keep his hands on her. Taking a less suggestive route, he wrapped his arm around her waist, setting his head on her shoulder just like a picture-perfect couple.
"Finally," Molly muttered, leading him outside into the fresh air. Standing on the sidewalk, she attempted to hail a cab with one arm, her other lightly wrapped around Jim's waist. After a second she glanced back at Jim and was again assaulted with kisses, though this time along her jaw line since that was all that he could reach at the moment. Soon one of his hands seemed to join the fun, sneaking up under her jumper that she was wearing and began to explore the warm flesh along her side.
Molly jumped at the unexpected touch. "Jesus Jim, your hands are freezing!"
"Why don'cha you warm me up then?" He asked, moving to her kiss her again. Molly rolled her eyes, turning her head so he was left with nothing to kiss… except her neck.
Resolving to ignore him until they were in a cab, she used free arm to try and get someone to pick them up so they wouldn't end up snogging in the middle of the street, though it seemed as if they were already halfway there.
After a few more moments, a cabbie finally stopped for the couple. "Jim, come on, cab's here." She finally turned to face him, met with a very suggestively raised eyebrow. "No, just come on." She led him to the cab, telling the cabbie where to go before letting herself enjoy his touches and enjoying the fact that his wandering hands that were indeed warming up.
