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Caria

"Whiskey sour, Johnathon. Extra lemon wedge."

Amar slaps his hand against the bar. "No, no. Two shots of tequila."

"I want whiskey-"

"You get mean when you drink whiskey-"

"And I get naked when I drink tequila which is why I-"

"Should drink tequila tonight," Amar finishes, grinning at the bartender, Johnathon.

I scowl as Johnathon slides a shot glass of tequila my way, along with the salt shaker and a bowl of lime wedges.

"You're an ass," I grumble while sprinkling salt onto the back of my hand. In unison we lick the salt from our hands, throw back our shots, and then shove lime wedges into our mouths. I feel my face screw up and I shake my head to try and get the flavor out of my mouth.

We each take two more shots before I can order a whiskey sour without Amar throwing a fit. I take slow sips of my drink while Amar starts on a rum and coke.

"So what made you want to get drunk tonight?" I ask him.

He shrugs and takes another swallow of his drink.

"Bullshit."

Amar licks his lips and frowns in my direction. "You don't think I just wanted to drink?"

"Nope," I answer, kicking my shoes off and finishing my whiskey sour.

He huffs and runs a hand through his hair. "I think I might-"

"Is that Thompson?" I ask, and he follows my line of sight.

Thompson moves awkwardly through a crowd of people dancing and sits down at the end of the bar opposite of Amar and me. He orders a drink and then looks around the room. Our eyes meet for a moment before he sees I'm sitting with Amar. He scowls, shakes his head, and looks away. I can see him clenching and unclenching his fists and I can see his jaw working.

"He's pissed," I whisper at Amar.

"He thinks we're sleeping together," he mutters in response.

I grab onto Amar's arm and haul him to his feet.

"What are you doing?" he hisses as I pull him away from the bar.

"Let's dance."

"Okay, now you're just trying to piss him off."

"Well he shouldn't be so stupid."

I turn and wrap my arms around Amar's neck so that we're flush together. Without my shoes the height difference is incredibly awkward, but I stand up on my toes so that I can bury my nose in his neck. I look over his shoulder at Thompson, who's scowling in our direction.

"Put your hands on my hips," I murmur.

Amar complies but grumbles, "Just don't kiss me."

I snort, which turns into laughter. I stumble back onto the flat of my feet and lean my head against Amar's chest. After a moment he starts to laugh as well, and the two of us have to hold each other up so we don't fall down.

"Why would I kiss you?" I ask while wiping the tears from my eyes.

"I don't know," he replies. He pulls me against him and wraps his arms around me. We sway slowly despite the fast paced song and I hear him mutter, "I don't like when you use me to make people jealous."

I pull away and look up at him. The hurt look on his face makes me start to blubber. "I'm- I'm sorry, Amar."

He grabs my face in his hands and shakes my head back and forth until I start to laugh instead. He crouches down and wraps his arms around my thighs and lifts me up into the air. I steady myself with a hand on the top of his head, and I hear him say "Let's get you another drink," before he heads back in the direction of the bar.

Amar orders another two shots of tequila, and before we knock them back he nods over his shoulder toward Thompson and tells me, "Don't let him bother you tonight."

I nod and clink my glass against his.


Eric

The hallway is empty, which is good because it's long past curfew. I rub a thumb over my knuckles to clear away some dried blood, only to break the skin open and cause new blood to well up. I sigh and stuff my knuckle in my mouth to slow the bleeding. I round a corner and freeze up when I hear voices. I have no idea what the punishment is for being out after curfew, and I also don't want to stick around to find out.

I turn around to go the other way when I hear: "Hey. Isn't that an initiate?"

"Hold up, initiate!"

I clench my fists and taste new blood on my tongue. I turn back around slowly, and the sight coming toward me makes me think I might be hallucinating.

Amar's face is flushed, his hair is disheveled, and in his hand is a pair of red high heels and what looks like a shirt. There's no question as to why he's holding them, either, because next to him is a barefoot, shirtless Caria. Her brows furrow and she nudges Amar to ask, "Is that Eric?"

Amar waves me over and tries to look intimidating, but he sways slightly on his feet and Caria has to steady him.

"What are you doing out, initiate?" he asks, but he slurs the word 'initiate' and Caria snorts and tries to hide her grin behind her hand. Amar tries to stop the smile spreading on his face. He elbows Caria, and she stumbles into the wall and starts to laugh. It breaks the facade completely and Amar doubles over with laughter.

"Why are you-" Caria breathes deeply and straightens up. "Why are you here, initiate?"

I consider lying and then think better of it. "I was in the training room."

She squints at me and pushes herself off the wall. "Why?"

"I was training," I tell her.

"Why?" she repeats. She comes to stand directly in front of me and stares up into my face.

I scowl at her question.

"He was training, Caria," Amar says from behind her.

She looks back at him and I can't help but quickly look her up and down. She turns back to me and nods. "Okay, gotcha. You were training."

"But he's still out after curfew," Amar reminds her.

"Yeah..."

"I was on my way back-"

"Shhhh," Caria interrupts me and shoves a finger against my lips, nearly into my mouth. "For your punishment I want you..."

A shiver of fear runs through me at the thought of being made Factionless.

"To carry me back to my apartment."

Amar snorts and smothers his grin when Caria turns to glare at him.

"What?" I ask.

"Carry me," she repeats, lifting her arms in the air. "Back to my apartment. I don't wanna walk anymore."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

I sigh in relief.

She stumbles around behind me and wraps her arms around my neck while hoisting one leg up around my thigh. I stumble backwards in surprise and try to correct myself with the added weight. I grab her thigh and pull her upwards. She wraps her other leg around my waist and pushes herself up to settle against me. I can feel her heartbeat against my back and her breath against my neck.

"Amar, lead the way," she calls.

I follow after him.

Amar opens the door of an apartment and waltzes inside, flipping a light on while tossing the shoes and shirt on the ground. He wanders off into what looks like a kitchen and begins filling a glass with water.

"Back there." Caria's voice in my ear makes me tighten my grip on her thighs on reflex.

I find myself in her bedroom and I take the time to look around while walking toward her bed. There's a table by her bed that's cluttered with books and empty glasses, and clothes and shoes litter the floor. A dresser in the corner has unevenly opened drawers and a prickly potted plant on top of it.

I drop Caria backwards onto her bed and move to leave.

"Wait."

I look back at her, and my mouth goes dry when I see that she's unbuttoning her pants.

"Help me," she says and kicks a leg in my direction.

I watch her struggle to push her pants down her hips, and after a moment I grab the ends of her pant legs and pull until she's completely stripped to her underwear. She digs her heels into her mattress and pushes herself up the length of the bed until her head is resting on her pillows and then she relaxes with a sigh.

I don't realize that I've been staring until Amar claps a hand to my shoulder, making me jump. He drinks slowly from a glass of water and studies Caria's body for a moment.

"Help me roll her over," he says quietly. He sets the glass on her bedside table and grabs hold of her shoulder. He nods toward her hips, and I help him roll her over onto her stomach.

Amar directs me back into the living room and out the door.

"Go straight back to your dorm. If anyone else stops you tell them you were helping me," he says.

I nod and he claps me on the back and heads in the opposite direction.

The dorm is quiet except for the sound of the others sleeping. I kick my boots off near my bed, grab a towel, and head for the showers in the back of the room. I turn the water on in a corner stall and strip off the rest of my clothes before stepping into the stream of warming water.

Caria is in my head. I can still feel the warmth of her body against my back and I can see her exposed skin in my mind's eye. I think of her hair up around her head like a halo, the curve of her breasts, the ink in her skin. I think of her legs around my waist and her fingers against my mouth and her breath in my ear. I think of my hands on her and in her and I think of giving her bruises deep enough to rival her tattoos. I think of being so close against her that the sweat on her skin is all I can smell and taste. I think of what it must feel like to be inside her, to fill her, to fuck her until she can't breathe or speak or walk or even move.

I come, pretending my hand is hers, and I stand in the shower until I can think straight again.

It takes longer than I would have thought.


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