Every so often she would glance towards the spot where he sat, but he remained standing and looking into the crowd of people, and not looking at her, even if she had sworn that he had stolen many glances her way. After her forth drink and the third guy of the evening telling her various pickup lines she was ready for another and to her luck the next guy that came by did just that. With the mild conversation Eliza waved goodbye to the random guy. The beat of the music caught up with her and slowly she began to sway her hips from side to side as she stood at the bar. Closing her eyes she finished off her drink and continued to dance. Clearly feeling the alcohol she smiled, this was exactly what she needed.

The beat of the music had enthralled her; it wasn't until she felt a pair of strong hands rest on her hips. Licking her lips before opening her eyes and glancing over her shoulder she was greeted by a husky whisper "Well Hello Darlin'."

That voice should have made her skin crawl, but it didn't. Instead she smiled "Hello indeed Dean." Leaning her back into his chest the alcohol clearly taking affect, he smiled brighter as her butt grinded into his pelvis "Never thought I would see you here…Are you by yourself?" his lips were close enough to her ear that it actually caused her to moan softly.

"Of course not, my friend is here as well." She slurred slightly as she continued to dance to the beat of the music.

"It's a shame she left you here all by yourself at the bar as she, I can only assume dancing with someone else." His voice was smooth as his hands moved up and down her hips.

Another soft drunken moan escaped her lips, he was only rubbing her hips and yet she felt like putty in his hands "Well, I can't really complain, now can I?" even to her that seemed a little off but at this point she didn't care.

He chuckled softly causing his chest to bounce off her back "I guess not. What would you say if I asked you to dance?" stepping back he took a hold of her hand before she could answer and led her towards the crowded dance floor. The mixture of the entrancing music, with the crowded dance floor and Dean behind her with his hand holding onto her waist and his hips grinding into her as he whispered in her ear made for an interesting time.

Mariana and her mystery guy danced a few feet away from where they danced, it seemed almost as if she was care free as the smile remained. She noticed Eliza and gave a quick wink and wave in which Eliza did the same.

Song after song had passed, and Dean remained behind her "Fuck you're beautiful Eliza…" he whispered in her ear.

"You're not too bad yourself." Smiling she placed her hands onto his as she swayed her hips back and forth causing Dean to a groan slightly.

Pulling her closer into him so that her back press against his chest "Shit, Eliza…" he moaned. Moving one hand from her hip to move the strands of hair from one shoulder to the other, slowly he bent down so that his lips grazed her neck. Moving his hand back they swayed to the music as Dean kissed and nipped at her neck.

Her eyes closed the moment his lips found her neck, "Dean…" she moaned softly, she heard him 'hmm' in her ear "People are going to see…" her sober self would have pushed him off, while her drunken state loved the feeling.

"Then follow me…" he whispered in her ear before he nipped at it. Taking a hold of her hand he helped guide her through the large crowd that formed. Mariana had watched Eliza and the mystery guy walk out towards the door, and not thinking much of it she smiled proudly that her friend was having fun.

Once outside Dean had guided her towards the darkened alley for some much needed privacy. Once away from the crowd of people who occupied the outdoors he softly pushed her against the wall, he watched as she looked up at him with need.

"Dean…" she began to say but was interrupted when his hand found its place onto her hip, the other rest against the wall next to her leaning in he smashed his lips against hers. The kisses were soft first, as if both exploring each other. Unable to resist Eliza wrapped her arms around his back causing him to step forward breaking the space between them. His tongue ran along her bottom lip as if wanting access, she happily obliged as their tongues mixed together, the taste of the alcohol played against her tongue. It seemed as though hours had passed that they remained in the blackened alley both exploring each other as their hands grazed over each other's bodies.

"Shit, Eliza…" Dean moaned against her lips "You're driving me crazy over here." Resting his forehead against hers as they broke the kiss Dean wanted to do more to her then she could probably handle.

"I'm sorry…" she heaved in a breath "We shouldn't" placing her hands onto his chest to softly push him away revealed a confused look across Dean's perfect face.

"What? Why?" tilting his head he stepped closer so that his hands could rest against her hip "Don't be sorry…"

"But Roman, what would he think?" Lowering her head the name alone caused a small pain.

"Darlin'" moving his hand so that his thumb and index finger rest onto her chin to cause her to look up he looked into her green eyes "I heard about what happened, and trust me Roman fucked up"

"But…" her drunken state couldn't handle the feelings that were playing through her, confusion, anger, and just straight wanting to ravage Dean on the spot.

"But nothing! You Darlin'" he bopped her on the nose "You didn't do anything, Roman fucks everything up. Trust me." Smiling he placed his hand onto her hip once again.

"Thanks…" she whispered before pulling him back into another heated drunken kiss.

Dean melted into her as they kissed just as heavy as before, his hands grazed over her body finally finding its spot onto her chest as she softly needed the large globes. This alone caused her to moan into his mouth, stepping closer so he stood between her legs.

"Dean…" she mewed softly against his lips. Taking the hint he moved his hand from her chest and hooked it under her leg to pull her up so that her legs wrapped against his hips, almost instantly she could feel how hard he was for her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she continued the onslaught of tongued kisses, and hefty moans from each other. Keeping one hand around her waist to hold her up, the other rubbed against her bare thigh, and soon her inner thigh.

He could feel the heat resonate as his hand inched closer and closer "Fuck, Eliza…" he moaned against her lips.

Through groans she managed to moan a simple "please" and that's all he needed. His fingers grazed against her lace underwear, she was already so wet for him. This caused a smile to appear as he did it again, this time slow so that her body reacted to his touch "Fuck you're perfect." He groaned as his fingers moved the cotton to the side to get a better feel the smooth wet flesh against his fingers.

"Oh god, please…" she groaned through clenched teeth as he rubbed her slit.

"Yeah? You want me to continue?" He growled playfully as his fingers began to move away from her core.

"Fuck yes…" she begged in hopes that would work.

"Such language, and you seemed to have forgotten something else." He playfully grinned as he moved his hand away from her to rest onto her hip.

"Anything, just tell me what you want." He had her by a thin thread, at this moment she wanted to forget all the bullshit and just enjoy herself.

Leaning forward so his lips grazed her ear he said "Call me Mr. Ambrose, and I'll give you what you want."