Chapter 4- I Kissed A Drunk Girl
A/N: I know Roger has a wicked short point of view, but he's really not all that important in this chapter. Actually, this chapter is a lot shorter than the last one, but I promise it will deliver as much as the last three have! Also, I do have SoCo's song, "Drunk Girl" in here, but the chapter wasn't long enough to include the whole song-sorry!
(April's POV)
A couple hours after I had gotten high, I realized that I was running out of stash. I needed more. I was going to need another fix before the day was over. My high was starting to run low.
"Way to spend the day, April.drowning your sorrows in heroin and alcohol." I muttered.
I went back into Roger's room and raided the special drawer where we kept the drug money. There was five hundred in twenties and a few tens. I took three hundred, and then closed the door tightly. Then, I slipped on my coat, grabbed my purse, and went quietly out of the loft. Once outside, I went through all the back alleys that I knew of before I finally found who I was looking for.
"Hey there sugar-come back for more?" The Man asked me.
I nodded. "As much as you can give me with three hundred dollars."
The Man raised an eyebrow. "That's quite a bit of fixing there. You must need it badly."
"I do. Let me have it."
He sidled over to me and wrapped a thin arm about my waist. I tried to pull away, but he held me fast.
"I'll tell you what, cupcake. I've got enough that you could buy with four hundred. It's a pity you don't have that extra hundred to buy it off of me. But I'll tell you what-I'll make a deal. I'll give you the extra hundred for free if you," he gazed lingeringly at my breasts, "give me what I want."
I pushed his arm away roughly. "I don't think so."
The Man sighed. "Pity. And you were always so willing too."
"Willing my ass. I never fucked you, and I never will. I'll never be that desperate to get a fix." I snarled as I snatched my three hundred's worth from him, pushed the money into his palm, and stormed out of the alley.
"That's what they all say sweetheart-then they come running back for more with less to give-and then that's when they get desperate.when they don't think they can get a fix." The Man called after me.
I walked quickly back to the loft, hoping that The Man wouldn't follow me. He was a creepy guy, and his only purpose in my life was to serve me my fixes. I snuck back into the loft, trying not to disturb Mark and have him ask questions. I wasn't in the mood to be fucking psychoanalyzed. Quickly, nearly perspiring with the anticipation of getting high again, I locked myself in Roger's room. I opened the drawer, and found the needle I had just used. Quickly, I filled up the needle, and then used the elastic to find a vein. I held my shaking hand over my arm, needle poised. But then, as I went to inject it into my veins, the needle snapped in half, squirting heroin everywhere and ridding me of my last needle.
"Motherfuck it!" I screamed.
I had been too hasty, I hadn't been careful. Without the proper angle and the right amount of pressure, there was a chance that I would mess up.and I did. I threw the remnants of the needle across the room and it landed in a corner.
"Shit." I said as I fell backward on the floor.
What the fuck could I do? Without a needle, my three hundred dollars were wasted! Suddenly, I remembered seeing a needle stuck in the pocket of The Man's jacket. If I could get close enough to snag it.then the idea struck. Hurriedly, I grabbed my jacket again and raced out of the loft and back to the alley where The Man resided.
"Changed your mind, hot stuff?" he asked, leering at me.
I shuddered inwardly, but instead purred, "You bet."
Bravely, I tossed my head and went toward him. His arms encircled my waist again and pulled me close. Our lips were almost touching, and I could smell beer on his breath. I nearly gagged, but instead whispered silkily,
"So, do I get my other hundred's worth?"
"You're gonna have a whole hell of a lot more than that when I'm through with you." The Man said greasily.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me. It was sloppy and wet, and his tongue was everywhere. However, I made little happy noises and let my hands roam. He pulled me in even closer and I could feel his hardness through my jeans. His hands wandered everywhere-my breasts, my ass.everywhere. I had the urge to shoot up so bad, but I had to lead him on, get the needle, and then run my ass home.
"You wanna shoot up first?" he suddenly asked me.
Overcome with the overwhelming desire to shoot up, I nodded. Then, I let him take a clean needle out of a packet of needles from his jeans, and give me my fix. He took his after me, and then the rest of a swirl of highness and fucking. He took me down to the ground with him and lay on top of me, lifting my shirt above my head. A small part inside of me wanted to run, told me that I should run and forget about the needle, to have Roger get another one tomorrow.but I was high. I didn't care. I was high and now a man was touching in all the right places in all the right ways. Nothing mattered except that I got my brains fucked out. His mouth was on my breasts now, nibbling and licking. His hands found his way down to a wet place, fingers dancing and reveling in the womanly juices.
"Ooohhh." I moaned insatiably.
"You like that, dontcha? You wanna be fucked. Say it!" he ordered.
"I want to be fucked!" I cried out in a burst of orgasm.
"You'll do anything for a fix, won't you?" he said as he crawled out of his jeans and undid mine.
"Anything, just please give it to me!" cried the fucked up voice that was mine.
And he did. He gave it to me the way a man knew how. We were pushed up low on the ground against the corner and he fucked me. His breathing became harsh and gravelly; my moans went higher in my heightened pleasure. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my prize-the needle. In the fuzziness of the world, I still remembered what I was here for. Pulling his body closer to mine and deeper into mine, I was able to grab the needle out of his pocket and toss it over my head onto my shirt in the corner. He never saw it-my pulling him deeper resulted in his orgasm. Now he was collapsed on top of me, sweat trickling down his face.
"Damn you're a good fuck. Why don't you go professional? I'd sure as hell pay you for be mine for a night." he asked me lewdly.
I had come right before he did, and realization sent me hurtling back to reality and the meaning of his words.
"Wha...what?" I gasped.
"Fucking. I'd pay you to do it." The Man repeated.
I was still wicked fucked up, but I knew what he was saying.and became aware of his body on top of me.
"Oh God! Get off!" I yelled and thrust him off of me.
"What the fuck, you little bitch?" he cried angrily.
"Just give me the extra hundred and let me go!" I yelled as reality sunk in. I had fucked a drug dealer for a little extra heroin. I was a slut. I hadn't meant for it go that far.I was just gonna kiss him to get him closer to steal the needle and then leave. But then he asked me if I wanted to shoot up.and my hunger overtook me.
The Man grudgingly gave me the extra hundred dollar's worth.
"Here, you ungrateful slut. Don't get all pious on me now, I heard you screaming and wailing. You'll be back," he said as I grabbed my shirt, put it on, and escaped with my needle.
(Roger's POV)
I limped out of Jack's house and into the street. My ankle hurt like a bitch, and I had a throbbing pain in my chest. Suddenly, I heard Ernie calling my name.
"Roger! Dude, hold up a second!"
I stopped and shifted my weight to my other ankle. Ernie was rushing after me and putting on his coat in the process.
"Yeah?" I asked acidly.
"Oh man, don't take this out on me. What the fuck did you want us to do-get cuffed a few times for getting into something that had nothing to do with us?' Ernie complained.
I stayed silent.
"We think you broke Jack's jaw."
"Good. I think he broke my rib."
Ernie shook his head. "That's fucked up, Roger. He could press charges."
"Aw, for Christ's sakes! I could too dammit- he attacked me first! Besides, it's my word against his." I said angrily.
Ernie shrugged. "Whatever. I didn't want you walking home like that by yourself. Josh is taking care of Jack."
I nodded and then said, "Thanks.man, April's gonna freak."
"Don't go home right away. Come to the Life Café with me, and we'll grab a bite to eat and then maybe chill at my place for a bit. Stay as long as you want-I don't have a girl to go home to, ya know."
"Oh, well I'm flattered Ernie, really." I joked.
"Shut the fuck up you dumbfuck." Ernie returned laughingly.
"Anyway, seriously, thanks for the offer, but I really gotta get home."
"And face all of April's questions? Besides, I think that you guys need a bit more time to cool off. Come on, when was the last time that you and I just hung around?"
I thought about it. I really didn't feel like going home at the moment. All that waited for me there was the things I wasn't ready to face.
"Um.sure, I guess."
"Don't sound so enthusiastic, dude." Ernie said sourly.
"I'm sorry, Ernie, but I really just feel like being by myself at the moment. I need to sort some things out and it's not gonna happen if we're hanging around. Another time?" I asked, trying not to hurt his feelings.
Ernie nodded and thumped me on the shoulder.
"Yeah. I'll give you a call and let you know what the hell's up with Jack. Catch ya later, man."
Then he walked away back toward Jack's apartment. I didn't look back, but just kept walking the other way- away from the band, and away from April. It must been two hours of alternately limping and sitting down on the side of the road to rest before I realized it was dark and cold. I was near the edge of Central Park, and there was no one around. I found a park bench, and lay down on it. I tucked myself deep into my jacket, and then pressed my forehead up against the coolness of the metal on the bench. Then, as the darkness and the pain enveloped me, I fell asleep; unaware of the fact that April would wonder where I was.
(Mark's POV)
I heard the door slam and I knew that Roger had left. The sound of April's muffled cries drifted from the living room, but I resisted the urge to go to her. Maybe later, when my head didn't hurt so much and when she seemed to be in better shape. Besides, I didn't want to take the chance that she'd castrate the first male that she saw after that.
I woke up a couple hours later with my headache still there and with my mouth still really dry.
"Fucking hangovers." I muttered bitterly.
The TV was blaring in the living room. There was no way I was going to get anymore sleep. I had slept most of the day away. Slowly, I crawled out of bed and went into the living room, ignoring the dull throb of pain in my head. When I reached the living room, I saw April sprawled in the center of the floor, with a new Absolut bottle by her side. It was dark outside now, and the light from the TV was the only thing lighting up the room.
I kissed a drunk girl
I kissed a drunk girl, yes I did
Kissed a drunk girl on the lips.
"April?" I asked, not sure whether she was asleep or passed out.
She turned her head slowly in my direction.
"Hey.Marky." she slurred softly.
Marky? What the fuck.I knelt down beside her and slowly pried the Absolut bottle from her fingertips.
I let my guard down
How could I have been so dumb
Her eyes were open.
"Didn't we just go through the whole 'let's go get smashed' thing last night?" I asked her gently.
"Yeah.but when you have a boyfriend like Roger Davis, it tends to happen a lot.oh wait.fiancée.that dickweed!" she slurred angrily.
I sighed. If only there were some way that he could see April like this- maybe this would be enough to make him change. If this wasn't, then what the fuck would be?
I sat down beside her, and propped her up against my chest. She snuggled in close, and I felt my heart go out to this girl. But at the same time, as her hair fell into my face and I breathed in its scent, I was intoxicated with caring for her. God, why me?
"April, he loves you, whatever his faults are. And you love him too. Just." I trailed off, and rubbed my head.
I felt like I needed another drink. I didn't want to become an alcoholic, but dammit if I didn't need another drink.
I know I am not the one
I know I am not the one
I know I am not the one.
"Marky.?" April asked me, straining to turn around and look at me.
"Yes?"
"Wanna have a drink with me?"
"April, you're already trashed. It's probably not the best idea." I said, thought I was yearning for a drink deep down.
"Big deal. Come on.besides, drinking alone ruins the reputation." she slurred.
I looked at the bottle on the floor, and then back at her. Oh, fuck it.
"I guess." I mumbled, raising the bottle to my lips, but relishing the feeling as it all went down.
I kissed a drunk girl
Why do I do these things I do to myself
I kissed a drunk girl
And I'm sure I could've been anybody else.
After a little while, I felt the welcome buzz coming on. April was drunker still, and I intended on getting drunker still. April was full on in my lap now, and I had my arms around her waist. Any other night, I had wanted her. Tonight, I needed her.
"Should I really marry Roger?" she asked me suddenly.
I was stunned, but replied, "Only you can answer that. If you're having doubts though, maybe now's not the time."
April took another large gulp of Absolut.
"I know.but I trust you Mark. I value your opinion."
I flushed and said, "Well, thank you."
I drained some more vodka. I could get used to this.
After about another half hour, the bottle was running low and we were both trashed out of our minds. Suddenly, April turned to face me and brought her face really close to mine.
I went to her house
And everybody there was gone
Her little cousin just passed out on the lawn
We walked to my car
She mouthed is everything ok
She leaned in slowly so now I can say.
"Mark? How come you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked me, clinging to my shoulders.
I giggled stupidly. "Because. I. Don't."
She laughed drunkenly and then said, "Well then. When was the last time you got laid?"
I murmured sleepily into her hair, "What?"
"Laid," she said, drawing out each letter slowly, "Fucked. Screwed. Banged."
"Ummm.sometime a couple years ago, I guess." I slurred.
Our faces were close, so close.God I wanted her, all of her.but it wasn't right. My hand went instinctively out to her cheek and stroked it softly. At my touch, her eyes went from glassy and drunk to soft, and timid.
And then there was darkness.
I kissed a drunk girl
Why do I do these things to myself
I kissed a drunk girl
And I'm sure I could have been anybody else
Anybody else.
A/N: I know Roger has a wicked short point of view, but he's really not all that important in this chapter. Actually, this chapter is a lot shorter than the last one, but I promise it will deliver as much as the last three have! Also, I do have SoCo's song, "Drunk Girl" in here, but the chapter wasn't long enough to include the whole song-sorry!
(April's POV)
A couple hours after I had gotten high, I realized that I was running out of stash. I needed more. I was going to need another fix before the day was over. My high was starting to run low.
"Way to spend the day, April.drowning your sorrows in heroin and alcohol." I muttered.
I went back into Roger's room and raided the special drawer where we kept the drug money. There was five hundred in twenties and a few tens. I took three hundred, and then closed the door tightly. Then, I slipped on my coat, grabbed my purse, and went quietly out of the loft. Once outside, I went through all the back alleys that I knew of before I finally found who I was looking for.
"Hey there sugar-come back for more?" The Man asked me.
I nodded. "As much as you can give me with three hundred dollars."
The Man raised an eyebrow. "That's quite a bit of fixing there. You must need it badly."
"I do. Let me have it."
He sidled over to me and wrapped a thin arm about my waist. I tried to pull away, but he held me fast.
"I'll tell you what, cupcake. I've got enough that you could buy with four hundred. It's a pity you don't have that extra hundred to buy it off of me. But I'll tell you what-I'll make a deal. I'll give you the extra hundred for free if you," he gazed lingeringly at my breasts, "give me what I want."
I pushed his arm away roughly. "I don't think so."
The Man sighed. "Pity. And you were always so willing too."
"Willing my ass. I never fucked you, and I never will. I'll never be that desperate to get a fix." I snarled as I snatched my three hundred's worth from him, pushed the money into his palm, and stormed out of the alley.
"That's what they all say sweetheart-then they come running back for more with less to give-and then that's when they get desperate.when they don't think they can get a fix." The Man called after me.
I walked quickly back to the loft, hoping that The Man wouldn't follow me. He was a creepy guy, and his only purpose in my life was to serve me my fixes. I snuck back into the loft, trying not to disturb Mark and have him ask questions. I wasn't in the mood to be fucking psychoanalyzed. Quickly, nearly perspiring with the anticipation of getting high again, I locked myself in Roger's room. I opened the drawer, and found the needle I had just used. Quickly, I filled up the needle, and then used the elastic to find a vein. I held my shaking hand over my arm, needle poised. But then, as I went to inject it into my veins, the needle snapped in half, squirting heroin everywhere and ridding me of my last needle.
"Motherfuck it!" I screamed.
I had been too hasty, I hadn't been careful. Without the proper angle and the right amount of pressure, there was a chance that I would mess up.and I did. I threw the remnants of the needle across the room and it landed in a corner.
"Shit." I said as I fell backward on the floor.
What the fuck could I do? Without a needle, my three hundred dollars were wasted! Suddenly, I remembered seeing a needle stuck in the pocket of The Man's jacket. If I could get close enough to snag it.then the idea struck. Hurriedly, I grabbed my jacket again and raced out of the loft and back to the alley where The Man resided.
"Changed your mind, hot stuff?" he asked, leering at me.
I shuddered inwardly, but instead purred, "You bet."
Bravely, I tossed my head and went toward him. His arms encircled my waist again and pulled me close. Our lips were almost touching, and I could smell beer on his breath. I nearly gagged, but instead whispered silkily,
"So, do I get my other hundred's worth?"
"You're gonna have a whole hell of a lot more than that when I'm through with you." The Man said greasily.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me. It was sloppy and wet, and his tongue was everywhere. However, I made little happy noises and let my hands roam. He pulled me in even closer and I could feel his hardness through my jeans. His hands wandered everywhere-my breasts, my ass.everywhere. I had the urge to shoot up so bad, but I had to lead him on, get the needle, and then run my ass home.
"You wanna shoot up first?" he suddenly asked me.
Overcome with the overwhelming desire to shoot up, I nodded. Then, I let him take a clean needle out of a packet of needles from his jeans, and give me my fix. He took his after me, and then the rest of a swirl of highness and fucking. He took me down to the ground with him and lay on top of me, lifting my shirt above my head. A small part inside of me wanted to run, told me that I should run and forget about the needle, to have Roger get another one tomorrow.but I was high. I didn't care. I was high and now a man was touching in all the right places in all the right ways. Nothing mattered except that I got my brains fucked out. His mouth was on my breasts now, nibbling and licking. His hands found his way down to a wet place, fingers dancing and reveling in the womanly juices.
"Ooohhh." I moaned insatiably.
"You like that, dontcha? You wanna be fucked. Say it!" he ordered.
"I want to be fucked!" I cried out in a burst of orgasm.
"You'll do anything for a fix, won't you?" he said as he crawled out of his jeans and undid mine.
"Anything, just please give it to me!" cried the fucked up voice that was mine.
And he did. He gave it to me the way a man knew how. We were pushed up low on the ground against the corner and he fucked me. His breathing became harsh and gravelly; my moans went higher in my heightened pleasure. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my prize-the needle. In the fuzziness of the world, I still remembered what I was here for. Pulling his body closer to mine and deeper into mine, I was able to grab the needle out of his pocket and toss it over my head onto my shirt in the corner. He never saw it-my pulling him deeper resulted in his orgasm. Now he was collapsed on top of me, sweat trickling down his face.
"Damn you're a good fuck. Why don't you go professional? I'd sure as hell pay you for be mine for a night." he asked me lewdly.
I had come right before he did, and realization sent me hurtling back to reality and the meaning of his words.
"Wha...what?" I gasped.
"Fucking. I'd pay you to do it." The Man repeated.
I was still wicked fucked up, but I knew what he was saying.and became aware of his body on top of me.
"Oh God! Get off!" I yelled and thrust him off of me.
"What the fuck, you little bitch?" he cried angrily.
"Just give me the extra hundred and let me go!" I yelled as reality sunk in. I had fucked a drug dealer for a little extra heroin. I was a slut. I hadn't meant for it go that far.I was just gonna kiss him to get him closer to steal the needle and then leave. But then he asked me if I wanted to shoot up.and my hunger overtook me.
The Man grudgingly gave me the extra hundred dollar's worth.
"Here, you ungrateful slut. Don't get all pious on me now, I heard you screaming and wailing. You'll be back," he said as I grabbed my shirt, put it on, and escaped with my needle.
(Roger's POV)
I limped out of Jack's house and into the street. My ankle hurt like a bitch, and I had a throbbing pain in my chest. Suddenly, I heard Ernie calling my name.
"Roger! Dude, hold up a second!"
I stopped and shifted my weight to my other ankle. Ernie was rushing after me and putting on his coat in the process.
"Yeah?" I asked acidly.
"Oh man, don't take this out on me. What the fuck did you want us to do-get cuffed a few times for getting into something that had nothing to do with us?' Ernie complained.
I stayed silent.
"We think you broke Jack's jaw."
"Good. I think he broke my rib."
Ernie shook his head. "That's fucked up, Roger. He could press charges."
"Aw, for Christ's sakes! I could too dammit- he attacked me first! Besides, it's my word against his." I said angrily.
Ernie shrugged. "Whatever. I didn't want you walking home like that by yourself. Josh is taking care of Jack."
I nodded and then said, "Thanks.man, April's gonna freak."
"Don't go home right away. Come to the Life Café with me, and we'll grab a bite to eat and then maybe chill at my place for a bit. Stay as long as you want-I don't have a girl to go home to, ya know."
"Oh, well I'm flattered Ernie, really." I joked.
"Shut the fuck up you dumbfuck." Ernie returned laughingly.
"Anyway, seriously, thanks for the offer, but I really gotta get home."
"And face all of April's questions? Besides, I think that you guys need a bit more time to cool off. Come on, when was the last time that you and I just hung around?"
I thought about it. I really didn't feel like going home at the moment. All that waited for me there was the things I wasn't ready to face.
"Um.sure, I guess."
"Don't sound so enthusiastic, dude." Ernie said sourly.
"I'm sorry, Ernie, but I really just feel like being by myself at the moment. I need to sort some things out and it's not gonna happen if we're hanging around. Another time?" I asked, trying not to hurt his feelings.
Ernie nodded and thumped me on the shoulder.
"Yeah. I'll give you a call and let you know what the hell's up with Jack. Catch ya later, man."
Then he walked away back toward Jack's apartment. I didn't look back, but just kept walking the other way- away from the band, and away from April. It must been two hours of alternately limping and sitting down on the side of the road to rest before I realized it was dark and cold. I was near the edge of Central Park, and there was no one around. I found a park bench, and lay down on it. I tucked myself deep into my jacket, and then pressed my forehead up against the coolness of the metal on the bench. Then, as the darkness and the pain enveloped me, I fell asleep; unaware of the fact that April would wonder where I was.
(Mark's POV)
I heard the door slam and I knew that Roger had left. The sound of April's muffled cries drifted from the living room, but I resisted the urge to go to her. Maybe later, when my head didn't hurt so much and when she seemed to be in better shape. Besides, I didn't want to take the chance that she'd castrate the first male that she saw after that.
I woke up a couple hours later with my headache still there and with my mouth still really dry.
"Fucking hangovers." I muttered bitterly.
The TV was blaring in the living room. There was no way I was going to get anymore sleep. I had slept most of the day away. Slowly, I crawled out of bed and went into the living room, ignoring the dull throb of pain in my head. When I reached the living room, I saw April sprawled in the center of the floor, with a new Absolut bottle by her side. It was dark outside now, and the light from the TV was the only thing lighting up the room.
I kissed a drunk girl
I kissed a drunk girl, yes I did
Kissed a drunk girl on the lips.
"April?" I asked, not sure whether she was asleep or passed out.
She turned her head slowly in my direction.
"Hey.Marky." she slurred softly.
Marky? What the fuck.I knelt down beside her and slowly pried the Absolut bottle from her fingertips.
I let my guard down
How could I have been so dumb
Her eyes were open.
"Didn't we just go through the whole 'let's go get smashed' thing last night?" I asked her gently.
"Yeah.but when you have a boyfriend like Roger Davis, it tends to happen a lot.oh wait.fiancée.that dickweed!" she slurred angrily.
I sighed. If only there were some way that he could see April like this- maybe this would be enough to make him change. If this wasn't, then what the fuck would be?
I sat down beside her, and propped her up against my chest. She snuggled in close, and I felt my heart go out to this girl. But at the same time, as her hair fell into my face and I breathed in its scent, I was intoxicated with caring for her. God, why me?
"April, he loves you, whatever his faults are. And you love him too. Just." I trailed off, and rubbed my head.
I felt like I needed another drink. I didn't want to become an alcoholic, but dammit if I didn't need another drink.
I know I am not the one
I know I am not the one
I know I am not the one.
"Marky.?" April asked me, straining to turn around and look at me.
"Yes?"
"Wanna have a drink with me?"
"April, you're already trashed. It's probably not the best idea." I said, thought I was yearning for a drink deep down.
"Big deal. Come on.besides, drinking alone ruins the reputation." she slurred.
I looked at the bottle on the floor, and then back at her. Oh, fuck it.
"I guess." I mumbled, raising the bottle to my lips, but relishing the feeling as it all went down.
I kissed a drunk girl
Why do I do these things I do to myself
I kissed a drunk girl
And I'm sure I could've been anybody else.
After a little while, I felt the welcome buzz coming on. April was drunker still, and I intended on getting drunker still. April was full on in my lap now, and I had my arms around her waist. Any other night, I had wanted her. Tonight, I needed her.
"Should I really marry Roger?" she asked me suddenly.
I was stunned, but replied, "Only you can answer that. If you're having doubts though, maybe now's not the time."
April took another large gulp of Absolut.
"I know.but I trust you Mark. I value your opinion."
I flushed and said, "Well, thank you."
I drained some more vodka. I could get used to this.
After about another half hour, the bottle was running low and we were both trashed out of our minds. Suddenly, April turned to face me and brought her face really close to mine.
I went to her house
And everybody there was gone
Her little cousin just passed out on the lawn
We walked to my car
She mouthed is everything ok
She leaned in slowly so now I can say.
"Mark? How come you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked me, clinging to my shoulders.
I giggled stupidly. "Because. I. Don't."
She laughed drunkenly and then said, "Well then. When was the last time you got laid?"
I murmured sleepily into her hair, "What?"
"Laid," she said, drawing out each letter slowly, "Fucked. Screwed. Banged."
"Ummm.sometime a couple years ago, I guess." I slurred.
Our faces were close, so close.God I wanted her, all of her.but it wasn't right. My hand went instinctively out to her cheek and stroked it softly. At my touch, her eyes went from glassy and drunk to soft, and timid.
And then there was darkness.
I kissed a drunk girl
Why do I do these things to myself
I kissed a drunk girl
And I'm sure I could have been anybody else
Anybody else.