A/N: I'm really really really sorry I haven't updated in a few days... My computer decided to be really stupid and not work so my dad had to take it in to be fixed. I really hope you guys aren't too mad at me. I would've updated sooner if I could've. Maybe I'll post two chapters to make up for it :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Richelle Mead. Hmm... I wonder if I have enough money to buy Dimitri... or Christian... sigh... A girl can dream!

-Sarah

Chapter Thirteen: Tipsy

The entire way to The Witching Hour, Dimitri and I struggled to come up with fake names. We finally decided on Jenni for me and Alex for him. We laughed a little, and it was hard to get used to calling eachother those names.

I absolutely adore my new phone. It's a white Blackberry Bold and I'm like in love with it!

We arrived at The Witching Hour, and I went straight to the bar. I figured the manager would be around there again since that's where he was last time. I ordered a drink, which earned me a disapproving look from Dimitri.

"Oh Alex," I giggled, "loosen up! I need to make it look like I'm here to have fun." I stated.

"I know Jenni. Just don't get completely smashed!" he replied. I got a Smirnoff Ice. As I drank it, I scanned around the room for the manager guy. For a few minutes, he was nowhere to be seen. Then he seemed to appear right in front of me. Weird!

"Hey beautiful. Can I get you a drink?" he asked me. Dimitri's eyes narrowed at him but he didn't say anything. I just played along.

"Sure. I'll take some vodka. Give me the hardest stuff you got." I replied. He obeyed, and placed in front of me was some Russian vodka, or as I like to call it, rocket fuel. "Thanks babe." I said.

"No problem gorgeous." he replied.

"Do you know anything about Eric Dragomir possibly having another child?" I asked. I took a sip of my vodka.

"What's it to you?" he replied.

"Oh, just wondering." I replied. I gave him my man-eating smile, and he became putty.

"All I know is that he liked to spend some time with the dancers." he said. I knew he wasn't lying by the look on his face. I gulped down the rest of my vodka, and he got me another one. Not wanting to be rude, I drank that one too. God this stuff was strong! Dimitri must've saw that I'd drank to much so he came up and grabbed my arm.

"Excuse me? I'm talking to her right now." the manager guy said, annoyance written all over his face.

"Chills! It's just my boyfriend." I told him, giggling a little.

"Boyfriend?" the manager guy asked, incredulous.

"Yes, boyfriend. Come on Jenni, I think you've had a little too much." Dimitri said.

"Okay Alex. Let's go back to the hotel room and have some fun." I replied suggestively. He took my hand and guided me out the door.

"I thought I told you not to get totally smashed." Dimitri said.

"Who? Me? I'm perfectly fine, Comrade." as I said that, I stumbled and almost fell.

"Sure you are. Come on." he lifted me up into his arms, probably afraid that I'd fall and crack my head open.

"Easy tiger." I said with a grin. He just chuckled and kept walking. A few minutes later, we arrived back at the hotel. He set me down, hoping I could walk without falling over. Luckily, I made it up to the room without any accidents. Once we were in the room, it was a whole different story. I was walking over to the bed, and I didn't notice the pile of clothes on the floor until it was too late. I tumbled over and landed on my face.

"Roza? Are you okay?" Dimitri asked. He walked over to me and pulled me up.

"I'm fine. My face broke my fall." I replied with a smile.

"Oh Roza . . . you worry me. I'm going to go prematurely gray from worrying about you." he said, exasperated.

"Oh Dimitri . . . you're such a worry wart." I replied, then I poked him on the nose.

He sighed, then said "Come on. I think it's bedtime for the drunk girl."

"Bedtime, eh? Sure. Let's get ready for bed." I replied. I reached my hand up to touch his cheek. Electricity crackled between us, and he leaned down to kiss me. It was a hungry kiss, filled with love and passion. He tangled his hands in my hair, and started kissing a trail from my lips to my neck. I started pulling his shirt off, his lips only leaving my skin so I could pull it over his head. He did the same with me, and soon we had both lost our pants. He pulled me to the bed, and I felt like I was on fire. Everywhere he touched me smoldered. This time was much sweeter and more passionate than our time at the cabin, if it's even possible.

When we finished, I laid back against his perfect chest. His arms encircled me, and I was content.

"Well that was great!" I said.

He chuckled, and smiled a beautiful smile at me. "I couldn't agree more." he replied.

"I'm totally smashed. Sorry for doubting your judgement." I said with a smile.

He laughed, and said, "Доброй ночи, мой красивый Roza. Вы - владелец моего сердца. Сон, и мечтает счастливые мечты. Я люблю Вас со всем моим сердцем."

"What in the world does that mean?" I asked.

"It means, good night, my beautiful Roza. You are the owner of my heart. Sleep, and dream happy dreams. I love you with all my heart." he replied.

"Aww. I love you too!" I said. He smiled, and lulled me to sleep singing beautiful Russian lullabies.

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