"This is the worst fucking idea you've ever had." Sarah mumbled as she rubbed more hair dye into her hair.
"It's gonna be like I traded you in for your twin." Chuck said as he sat on the bed smoking a cigarette.
"Gee thanks, you fucking nerf hearder."
He placed a hand over his heart. "Oh shit, oh shit." He then looked down at his lap. "I just came in my pants."
She rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you're a nerd too."
"Well, I mean, you're the one who said it."
She glared at his smug smirk. "Touché." She went into the bathroom to throw her gloves in the trash and then washed her hands after smelling them. Placing a clear cap over her dyeing hair, she walked back into the room. "Can we watch a movie or something?"
"Hell, yeah we can." He smashed his cigarette in the ashtray and got up from his perch on the bed to open the cabinet by the tv, before he re-perched himself on the bed. "Take your pick."
She grinned, wiggling her fingers as she crouched in front of all the movie choices. "Hallelujah."
He studied her as she searched through his movies. He wondered a few things about her, some things he could probably ask her but some things he probably shouldn't yet. He knew that he was falling for her, but he had to wonder if she was feeling the same. He couldn't imagine not being around her at this point, just the thought of her being gone hurt his soul. "Hey, Sarah?"
"Hmm?" She hummed absentmindedly as she was reading the back of a movie called Wrist cutters. It sounded like her kind of movie.
"There are things I wanna ask you."
"Oh, goodie." She grumbled back to the couch.
"No, I'm serious."
Sighing, she looked back at him, taking into account the pensive look on his face. It seemed like a rare emotion for him, so she supposed she could indulge it. "Can we make a game out of it?"
He tilted his head with a smile, completely surprised that she was actually gonna let him ask questions. "How?"
"Drinks!" She jumped up with a grin.
Getting up and walking towards the stairs to go to the kitchen, he shook his head with a smile. "I should've known."
"Yes, you should have." She followed him into his kitchen. "I thought you were getting to know me."
He grabbed a bottle of tequila out of a cabinet and two shot glass out of another. "That's what I'm trying to do, my unicorn." When he turned around, he almost dropped everything in his hands letting it all shatter to the floor, and he wouldn't have given a flying shit. Sarah was blushing. Sarah...was blu-
"Well, shit. If you're going to just stare at me then give me the whole damn bottle." And the blush was gone right as she grabbed the bottle out of his hands and retreated into the living room.
He sighed and looked at the ceiling. "I can never win with her, man."
"That's life, dumbass!"
"Fuck, do you have supersonic hearing?" He grumbled as he plopped down next to her on the couch.
She giggles at him. "Absofuckinglutely." Rolling his eyes, he grabbed a glass after she filled it up. "That was mine, dipshit."
He smirked as he downed it, wiping his mouth with a satisfied groan. "God, I love lapping up your liquids."
"Very funny." She mumbled as she poured herself a glass. "Fuck you and everyone you love."
He tilted his head back with a laugh. "Alright, snappy. How do we play this game."
"Whoever asks a question takes a shot, eliminating the want to ask too many questions."
He glared at her. "I see what you did there."
She hummed as she downed what was now her glass. "Ugh." After she shivered, she motioned for him to take the floor. "Ask away, fuckface."
He grinned and grabbed the bottle, filling his glass for his question. "How many guys have you been with?"
She rolled her eyes. "Not nearly as many as the girls you've been with."
"Wasn't the question." He downed the shot with a grimace.
She huffed. "Well, including you...three."
His eyebrows rose. "That's it?"
She rolled her eyes again and filled her glass. "Not everyone is a slut like you."
He grinned and held up his hands in surrender. "No judgement. Your turn."
She hummed as she thought. She didn't really care about most things, but one thing did come to mind. "What happened to your mom?"
His face fell, clearly not expecting that question, but he was starting to feel a buzz so what the hell. "She left when I was too young to remember."
"Do you know why?" She immediately asked after downing the shot.
"Yes, and you have to take another shot for asking."
She rolled her eyes but grabbed the bottle anyways, cursing herself for her own rules.
"My dad says she left cuz he cheated on her." He grabbed the bottle even though he didn't ask a question.
"I hope that's not an inherited trait." She grumbled.
"Trust me." He sighed. "That's one thing I truly hate."
She held her glass out letting him fill it for her. "Have you ever thought about finding her?"
"I've thought about." He mumbled before he downed another shot. "Ugh. I might one day." After a pregnant minute, he breathed in through his nose. "What about your mom?"
"My mom died when I was five." Sarah mumbled; she was definitely getting drunk. She wasn't gonna ask any more questions.
"Damn." He mumbled as he grabbed the now almost empty bottle. "So, what's your favorite color?"
She looked at him with a smile. "Fucking blue...I bet in snow what yours is."
He didn't think he heard that right. "...what?"
"I bet I know what yours is!" She said much louder.
He grinned. "Ah yeah? Impress me then!"
"It's red!"
"Well shit. It's almost like you've been stalking me or something." They both started laughing at.
Sarah went to scratch an itch on her head, but her fingers met plastic. "Oh shit, my hair!" She jumped up but fell right back down.
Chuck laughed. "What the hell was that?"
She looked at her offending legs. "Motherfuckers didn't work...lemme try that again." This time she actually stayed upright. She let out a breath. "Okay, time to paint your bathtub."
Chuck grinned as he got up the follow her, the room slightly moving and he almost tripped up the stairs. He laughed when she did trip though.
"Why the fuck do rich people always have fucking stairs?! I wanna kill whoever invented them...oh let's build a room on top of a room! What a fucking douchebag."
Chuck laughed during their journey up the stairs, it took a good ten minutes to get up that bitch, but he enjoys every step of the way. Her ass was the best view on the planet.
When they got to the bathroom, she ripped the cap off and dipped her head down as she turned the water on. "Hold me so I don't fall."
He didn't hesitate to do exactly as asked as he grabbed her hips and pushed his dick right up against her.
"I didn't say fondle me, you big bag of perv!"
He laughed and pushed harder. "I'm holding you the best way I know how."
Suddenly she lost balance and he did nothing but fall with her into the tub.
"Ouch! What the fuck! You were supposed to hold me! Fuck you!"
"I am." He chuckled before he bent down and kissed her. He was way too drunk to care about the water soaking them both, and with the way she was kissing him back, he doubted she cared either. He might have been drunk, but right then he knew he would never let this bitch go.