Chapter 6: Drunk, Frustrated and Angry

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"I can't believe that I've never done this before!" Abby yelled. "This is so much fun!" And I know I'm being an idiot but it's okay because I'm drunk!" She reached out to stroke King's cheek. "Thank you for bringing me here!"

King watched her laugh and sighed inwardly. Three hours later, lots of dancing (which took all his control not to take her right there on the dance floor as she rubbed her gorgeous fucking body against his), and now back to the shots. He was drunk but not drunk enough to merit taking advantage of the beautiful girl in front of him. She was really drunk and even though they say that your innermost desires came out as your inhibition lowered, he didn't want to jeopardize what could be right for what could be right now. Plus, she probably didn't want him to fuck her, just someone to fuck to get the tension out. Which, as much as he didn't want to admit, would break his heart. How much of a pansy did that make him? And if that wasn't the case, and he was wrong and she didn't want any from anyone then he'd just get his head kicked in. "Okay, Whistler, time to hit the pavement."

She stopped and cocked her head to the side. "You never call me Abby. Why?"

He stood up and offered her a hand "Let's go…"

She stood up and allowed him to lead her outside. "Answer my question, King."

He stared distractedly down the street. "Damn, why is it so hard to find a cab when you really want one but when you don't, they're practically running you over…"

She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "It's cold out."

He draped an arm around her, pulling her against his warm body, and finally got a cab with the other hand. "Okay, here we go. In you get." He guided her into the backseat and climbed in after her. "The marina," he told the cabbie then sat back as they started off. He figured they could walk from the marina up to the Honeycomb Hideout without attracting too many suspicions. Just a drunken college guy with his drunken college girlfriend looking for a secluded place to get some. He looked down at Abby, swaying to an imaginary beat in her head, a smile playing on her lips, and groaned. God, he wished it were true. But it wasn't and he didn't want to take advantage of her like that. So, he steeled himself and turned towards the passing scenery as a distraction.

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Abby slitted her eyes to look over at King as he groaned and turned to look out the window. What the fuck was her problem? She was in a cab. With King. And she fucking wanted him. What the fuck was his problem? She knew he wanted her and had been waiting all night for him to lean towards her and growl sexily into her ear, "Let's get out of here" but when he had, it was as if he were holding himself back. As if he didn't want her anymore. Why didn't he want her anymore? Was she just a dumb drunk and he didn't want to take advantage of her? Or was it that she was all wrong and all the sexual innuendoes and the banter was just that and she was imagining the whole thing? Only one way to find out. She leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder.

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King felt the tap and saw her determined face reflected in the window. He set his jaw and turned, determined to keep her from making a huge mistake. He was met with her pushing him up against the door, her lips on his, her hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Whistler, I-"

"Shut up King, and call me Abby," she whispered against his mouth, her other hand sliding under his shirt to feel his abs. She tasted of alcohol and something distinctly Abigail Whistler; smelled of sweat and her lilac body wash that he smelled every fucking time he got in the shower after her which made him either take a really cold shower or take care of himself. Her tight body against his was a dream, made him want to say 'fuck it' and have her in the cab right then and there. But he couldn't. They couldn't. It wasn't right. It took all he had, but he pushed her away. "Abby, I can't, we can't, we just can't… this isn't right. You're drunk and I'm sort of drunk and I don't want to take advantage of you like that…"

She sat back with a thump. "What?"

"I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and be like, this is all a fucking mistake and then we have this whole big fight or not talk to each other or any of the million things that you see in the movies after two people do this because I don't want that to happen to us." He took a breath then pushed ahead as she opened her mouth, "And it's not because I don't want you because goddamn, Abby, I do. I really fucking want you. But I want an 'us' even more and if we're going to have an 'us' then we can't have this right now," he babbled. "Because I need you sober and able to make your own decisions without all the alcohol that I dumped down your throat…"

She stared at him and he stared back, mouth dry. Why didn't she fucking say something. Shit. Even though he'd tried to make it better, he just made it fucking worse. Way fucking worse. Now, she would never talk to him again because he felt rejected.

"The marina," the cab driver announced, breaking the tension.

King reached for his wallet and paid the man as Abby got out the other side.

They walked towards the Hideout in silence. And King was too much of a pussy to break the silence.

He wondered whether he'd made it worse by rejecting her or whether it would have been easier to fix if they had just slept together. He snuck a look at her.

She was walking upright without so much of a stumble so she must be more sober than he'd originally thought. She stalked up the gangplank and inside without even looking at him. Straight to her room and he heard the door slam.

He went to the kitchen and grabbed two one-litre bottles of water.

If she didn't get water into her system, she'd feel like shit the next day.

He'd feel like shit the next day regardless. No amount of water was going to make this better.

He stood in front of her door a long time, wondering whether he should knock and what the fuck he would say if she actually opened the door to him. Finally, with a sigh, he gave up and placed the water bottle gently beside the door and went to his own room, mentally kicking his own ass for being such a pussy.

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More to come really soon!