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Chapter 3: The Bar

Taylor felt so free as they sped down the highway. The irony, he scolded her for speeding when they first met now he was going as fast as the bike would let him through a traffic jam.

They stopped at a bar and Taylor got off the bike first. "That was a rush," she commented as she set the helmet on the back of the bike.

"Wes let me borrow it," he answered, "Think it got to your mom?"

"Well at least she didn't try to chase us in her Louboutin heels," Taylor commented.

Eric grinned at her and walked into the bar. He waved at the bartender as he was making his way up to the bar and gestured for him to pour two shots. By the time they settled themselves on two barstools, the drinks were waiting for them with the bottle to refill them. Eric saluted the bartender with his drink and poured it down. Taylor followed suit.

"How did you manage him to trust you with the bottle?" Taylor asked and Eric filled up their glasses again.

"The bar is right on the edge of Silver Gardians' patrol area. We keep trouble off his doorstep and in return, the first drink is on the house," Eric shrugged. "Plus, he knows I'm good for it or he just sends the bill to Wes."

Taylor laughed and she downed another shot. "And Wes doesn't complain?"

"After the times I hauled his drunk ass home from here? Nah, he owes me."

"Wes? Really? He doesn't seem the type."

"Only on the anniversaries of his goodbyes to Jen."

"Falling in love sucks. It only brings pain. I think I'm better off alone," Taylor grinned.

"I'll drink to that," Eric laughed.

Halfway through the bottle, Eric and Taylor were crying from laughing so hard at the people using the karaoke machine. The bartender walked over and held out his hand. Without much thought Eric handed over the keys to Wes's bike. Taylor gave him a look. "He'll call us a cab when we're ready to leave," Eric explained. From the corner of his eye he noticed the karaoke machine being vacated and wiggled his eyebrows at Taylor. "Bet ya a hundred you don't have the balls to sing a song to the crowd."

Taylor's eyes shone, the alcohol in her system blocking all sensible thoughts. "You're on, Myers."

She hopped off the barstool and walked over to the machine, swaying her hips for good measure. Grinning when the perfect song caught her eye; Sit still, Look Pretty by Daya. Men at the bar started howling at her as she made a show of it, still in her bridesmaid's dress. When she looked over at her companion, she noticed his eyes had darkened.

The song finished and the men at the bar were yelling for more, but she purposely made her way over to the bar again. "Cough up, Myers," she grinned, holding out her hand. To her surprise, Eric dug the money out of his wallet and it was far from left empty.

They both downed two more shots without a word. Then Taylor looked over at the man sitting next to her. "So, Myers, I couldn't help but notice that look in your eyes just now. Liked what you see?" she teased.

As she was watching, his eyes darkened again and a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. He took a quick look around the bar and she followed his example. No one was paying them much attention. Her eyes fell on the bathrooms in the back. When she looked back at Eric, she noticed he was having the same train of thoughts.

They didn't know who had taken who's hand, but suddenly Eric was pulling her to the back of the bar and she let out an uncharacteristic giggle. The bathroom smelled of urine, vomit and stale beer, but neither of them cared. Eric had Taylor pressed up against the wall, pinning her there with his body flush against hers. His lips left a hot trail down her neck. She buried one hand in his hair, gripping it tightly, while the other travelled down his back to cup his butt.

His arousal pressed against her and she ground her hips against him. It had been a while and she really wanted to feel him now. The sounds coming from Eric's throat only had her more turned on. "What are you waiting for, Myers?" she complained.

Eric pulled away from her and she was about to protest when she spotted the small vending machine on the wall. Eric fumbled with it for a moment, but then held up a condom triumphantly.

"Good thinking."

He was all over her again a moment later. Taylor struggled with his belt and fly, the alcohol having taken much of her coordination in her inebriated state. His pants and boxers dropped to the floor. When he got the condom rolled on, Eric hitched her up against the wall. Taylor felt his slide her panties aside, not having the patience to even take them off.

She cried out as he slammed into her. Eric grunted in her ear with every thrust and she continued to cry out her pleasure. At one point her dress caught on something and Taylor heard it tear. A small thought in the back of her mind cried out in triumph over her mother, a tear was the perfect reason she would never have to wiggle back into this dress again. It was pretty, but not for her.

The sound of Eric's grunts changed and Taylor felt her own pleasure mounting. After a few more trusts she felt her orgasm hit and bit down on Eric's neck to muffle the sounds of her ecstasy. Eric continued thrusting into her and growled his own release a minute later.

They allowed a few moments of close embrace to linger while they caught their breath. Then Eric pulled away to dispose of the condom. Taylor fixed her clothes as best as she could. She caught Eric's eye again while he pulled his boxers and pants back up. For a second they stood frozen.

Eric continued to fix his clothes and grabbed Taylor's hand again. "Let's call that cab."

The next morning, Taylor groaned as the world started to return to her. Her head was pounding and the light burned her eyes even through closed eyelids. The sound of retching reached her ears. It took a few long moments for it to come to mind that meant she wasn't alone. Only then did her state of undress register. She went to sit up but then she realized her head was still throbbing and laid back down with her hands over her eyes. "Shit," she grunted. She felt around for anything to pull on than just lying in bed completely naked. "I wanna die," she muttered. She heard the toilet flush and someone walked out.

"Well, I think I'm a step closer to death," Eric's voice answered as he walked pulled the blinds closed.

She had her hands over her eyes. "Myers, what the hell did we do?!" she exclaimed. Eric covered his ears.

"Fuck, not so loud Earhardt," he answered, "You're going to kill me. From our state of undress and the way this room looks like a war zone, I'd say we got drunk and had wild sex."

Taylor cracked open an eye and got a good look at Eric's bare asscheeks as he was fishing around for his boxers. "Oh God…" she muttered.

"I'm sure that was said a few times," he commented as he pulled his boxers on and stood up.

She threw his pillow at his head and he easily caught it. "Well, looks like this dress has seen better days," he commented. Taylor opened her eyes and she saw that the entire side of the dress was torn. "I've got something you can wear," he informed her, tossing one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants on the bed. Taylor grabbed the shirt and quickly pulled it on.

"Do you remember anything?" she asked.

"Arriving at the bar, it's blank after the first few shots." He replied.

"Great," she said with a sigh.

She started searching the floor for her underwear. Eric, now fully dressed, held them up to her and she snatched them back. "Thanks," she muttered as she pulled them on.

"Come on, let's eat," he answered.

"No thank you," she told him.

"If you want to get rid of the hangover quicker, food is the best medicine," he called out before going down the hall.

Taylor glared in his direction but sighed as she got out of bed.

Reaching the kitchen, Eric was already cooking what she could only describe was a big greaseball. "I'm gonna puke," she muttered.

"The only bathroom is the one in my room," he answered.

"Why do you only have one bathroom?" she asked.

"Because I'm only one person," he replied.

Taylor rubbed her head and Eric placed water and Excedrin on the counter. "Wanna go for round two?" he quipped. Her answer was throwing the bottle at his head.

"Not. Funny," she answered.

They were silent as he placed the plates on the counter and started eating. The silence was deafening and he glanced at her. "Look, Earhardt..." he started to say.

"No, I get it, Myers. You showed up at my brother's wedding and helped me piss off my mom and you actually got something out of it too. We're even and it's not happening again." She said angrily.

Now he was frowning by what she was accusing him of. "I didn't come to your brother's wedding with any intention of waking up with you in the morning, Earhardt. And indeed, it won't happen again. This was a monumental bad idea fueled by too much alcohol." He agreed. Taylor's eyes grew wide.

"Shit!" she exclaimed.

"What?" he asked.

Taylor looked at him. "I'm not on any birth control," she replied, "Oh God what if we didn't use anything?"

"Don't worry, I spotted used condoms in the bathroom's trash." He replied.

"Condoms?! As in more than one?" she asked.

"Looks like we've gone around more than a few times," he replied simply.

Taylor cringed. "How many did you find?" she asked.

"Three. Since it's not happening again, I guess we made the most of it." He replied.

She was silent as Eric took another bite of his food. "I'll bring your clothes back," she assured him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's whatever," he replied simply.

They finished their food in silence.