Eh, adult themes. this stuff's pretty tame i think but i thought I'd throw in the warning anyway. I didn't really describe anything so whatever. Also, so short. I think this story is ending soon bc i don't see where else this could possibly go. that and I want to write something else for me. either way, enjoy.

While it was true that she'd been invited earlier in the evening, the fact that she had failed to respond to his text had annoyed him. He waited all of 10 minutes before deciding to look for entertainment elsewhere.

Not that he'd ever tried anything with Teresa before, but he'd always been hopeful she'd let her guard down enough to make a move on him. The two had been getting progressively more permissive with each other in terms of sharing personal space. 'It was only a matter of time,' he thought.

Currently however, Murdoc was coming to grips with the fact that Teresa had brought his night to a screeching halt. He tried to ignore his unexplained embarrassment and carry on with the evening's plans but felt too distracted to do so.

'She is pretty drunk and just walked in on you having sex with a groupie; That wasn't too bad,' Murdoc thought as he attempted to calm down. Then he thought of how she laughed at him and found that he couldn't go on with the night without addressing the issue.

Murdoc had sent away the groupie when he realized he wasn't going to be able to perform any more. The woman initially protested but was then pacified with a promise that he'd give her a call the next day.

Murdoc knew he wouldn't do that, but none of it mattered anyway. He threw on a pair of jeans and made his way to Teresa's room. He didn't bother to knock on her door and entered her room just as abruptly as she'd entered his Winnebago.

Teresa was standing at her open window wearing a satin robe and leaning out to smoke. She turned with a start, surprised by the bang made by the door. Her eyes were wide, lit cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth. She crossed her arms and closed her robe tighter.

"What do you want?" she asked, slurring.

"What the hell was that?" Murdoc exclaimed, he stormed in and stopped about a foot short of her.

"Jeez, sorry, just thought you were alone..." Teresa said, taking a draft from her cigarette. The two stared at each other for a bit before Murdoc noticed that her robe was not only very thin but also inside out.

"I'm not even going to attempt to reason with you right now, you're obviously drunk beyond comprehension," Murdoc said incredulously.

"It's not a big fucking deal Murdoc, you've seen me drunk plenty of times."

"You DID just walk in on me having sex."

"Who the fuck cares? It's not like your dick fell off because of it or something..."

"It may as well have, the way you fucking laughed."

"Why are we even talking about this? Isn't that girl waiting for you?"

"She's gone, you killed the mood walking in on me like that."

Teresa had been somewhat calm, if not amused up until this point. Murdoc watched her face tighten and her eyes narrow.

"Oh fuck off, what do you want me to do about it? I was about to go to bed after this cigarette but apparently you're upset with me and we HAVE to do this right now," Teresa snapped, apparently having had her fill of the conversation.

"So you're not apologizing..." Murdoc said, trying to keep his anger in check at her belligerence.

"Am I supposed to?"

"I'd say a fucking apology is in order for invading someone's privacy."

Teresa rolled her eyes and turned away from Murdoc to her window. She put out her cigarette on the windowsill and threw it out of her window before closing it, much to Murdoc's annoyance. Murdoc glared at her as she went to close her bedroom door. He was angry at her for being dismissive of him and wanted nothing more than to berate her. At least until he noticed that her robe had become loose again and this time he could see her breasts peeking out from underneath. He could think of more entertaining things to subject her to...

"Love, you know your tits are out, right?" He asked, all the while keeping focus on them.

Teresa seemingly ignored him and simply took her robe off altogether. Murdoc could only stand there and stare at her as she made her way back to him. He could feel his anger slowly beginning to wane in favor of arousal.

'Not a bad turnout for the night, all things considered,' Murdoc thought as he felt Teresa undo his fly.