He tried to pull away but found it to be rather impossible. He wasn't sure if it was because her hand was now pushing against the back of his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Maybe it was due to the awkward and cramped position his body was in, wedged in between the toilet and the wash basin. Maybe he just didn't want to pull away.

Jaina, however stuck-up and bratty she came across to him before, was indeed a beautiful young woman. It didn't take him long to realize he had a physical attraction to her. He just constantly reminded himself that it was purely physical. There was no deeper love there. There could never be. She loved Jag, and he respected that.

'Then why are you kissing her with such fervor when you know her boyfriend is coming right back?' A voice in his head rang out.

Brodey wanted desperately to stop, but the feelings he was experiencing were immune to reason. The internal conflict raged on as he kissed her deeper, reaching out to caress her face. On one hand he was elated that the feeling of attraction was mutual. However, he wished, in the interest of escaping impending doom, that she'd never kissed him in the first place. Kyp would probably give him a good lecture and maybe shove him around a bit just to get the point of it firmly embedded into his thick skull. And Fel?

Jag already didn't care too much for him. To Jag he was just an unrespectable, unredeemable scumbag.

'And if you continue to lock lips with his girlfriend he just might consider you an expendable scumbag,' The voice taunted.

"No!" Brodey insisted, instantly pushing her away. "We can't do this."

"Why?" She gasped, looking dazed.

"Because it's all wrong, that's why!" He exclaimed in a flustered manner.

"Then why does it feel so right?" She asked softly, reaching up to stroke her fingers along his cheek.

"Stop it!" He scolded, batting her hand away. "That's just the alcohol talking, and you know it. You're in love with Jag. Even though he left you still love him. That's why you miss him enough to get drunk over it. Listen, you've got something great here. I couldn't invent a more perfect couple. Don't screw it up because of something you thought you felt when you were drunk."

"All right," Jaina said, shrugging a little. "I just think I have a better understanding of my feelings than you do."

"Oh you do? You, the drunk girl who vomited all over me a little while back?" He said, smirking at her. "I have a few words of advice for you, sweetheart. There are things about us that only other people can decipher accurately. You may feel that 'the two of us' is right, but you shouldn't trust your feelings while intoxicated."

"What about you?" She asked curiously.

"Pardon?"

"Why did you keep on kissing me? You're not intoxicated, so I'll assume you acted upon your own free will. If you knew it was so wrong, why did you continue to kiss me?" She said, casting him an accusatory stare.

He hesitated for only a second before an easy smile came to him.

"I never claimed to be governed by logic," He said, grinning roguishly. "Besides, I was intoxicated, by your beauty."

"Whatever!" Jaina snorted, smacking his shoulder once again.

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