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Damn Tequila

Chapter O2:
Misplaced Panties and a Walk of Shame

"Like what ya see, sweetheart?"

Lucy's fondness for the man [who was still sprawled on the bed in all his naked glory, by the way] hit rock bottom as those words left his lips. Actually, she felt a strange yearning to knock him over the head with a hard blunt object. She refrained from shooting the man a glare, seeing as the man's...erm, manhood was still visible.

"No! I do not, now no one-" Lucy protested, her ears burning in embarrassment at the man's suggestion.

"You sure did last night-" The man teased, smirking as he pushed himself from the bed to search for his misplaced garments.

"I was drunk, you asswipe!" She howled, fists clenching in rage. Forgetting the sick attraction she felt for the man, her head jerked to face him to award him a much needed glower. "Now, I'm going to find my clothes, leave and, with any luck, never see you again, kapeesh?"

With sheets pulled tightly around her form, the young woman began to scour the room for the previously mentioned clothing. A black dress tossed haphazardly over the lamp on the nightstand, her bra draped over the shower railing, a pair of dangerously high heels kicked under the bed.

Lucy frowned, biting her lip because of the predicament set before her. Glancing over at the man [whose name she still did not know] she mulled over if she should ask him. Lucy decided that she certainly would not leave with the hotel room with the possibly of some random sex-stranger having her much needed intimate things. Or that a maid would find them in the near future - the poor, underpaid woman would freak.

"...Have you seen my panties?"

The man, still rummaging around in search of his shirt, looked up at the woman with a questioningly amused brow raise. Lucy's lips twitched downwards into an irked frown. He gave off that smug, over-confident air that simply aggravated the crap out of her and he knew it.

"You know what, never mind. Let the maid find them." She babbled, her words slurring together out of anger and the fact that the man strangely unsettled her. Mind you, Lucy was not one to be easily intimidated. All the same, it was as if that stupid face of his masked something thoroughly terrifying. And it caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise.

Lucy exhaled sharply, snatching her purse from atop the generic dresser as she opened the door adjacent to it. "May I never have the displeasure of meeting you again." She called over her shoulder, one last jab at him before she left.

"Right back atcha, lady." he shouted back flippantly, as her eyes zeroed in on the pair of black lacy panties dangling from the doorknob. Her undies had been out in the open. She let out an unsteady breath. She was desperately trying to keep down the swelling of mortification, antagonism and utter panic that had been a stone in her stomach since she had woken up. She didn't want to give that crass man the pleasure of seeing her crack. It would hurt her pride too much.

Slamming the door behind her, Lucy hurried away, ready to be away from that horrible nightmare. At least she knew what kind of drunk she was - a loose one. Albeit with good taste, if that man could've kept his trap shut, the rational, sober Lucy would've been enamored with him. But to do that, he would've needed a brain and it seemed he lacked such a thing.

As she wandered into the elevator [and away from that arse] she began wondering if she should get tested. Surely my luck isn't that bad, Lucy assured herself. The thought of having an STD made her cringe and seeing as she planned to marry into money, having to explain an STD would not bode well.

And there's the fact that she wasn't a virgin anymore. She didn't even remember having sex with the man! Lucy had expected her first time to be magical [and probably on the night of her wedding, but that had been negotiable] with fireworks going off in her head. The thought made her almost laugh aloud.

Then her mind moseyed down an even more dangerous path. To get an STD someone had to have unprotected sex. Unprotected sex = Babies. Lucy blanched at the thought.

"HOLY SHIT!" She burst, startling the poor old woman [who Lucy hadn't noticed earlier] standing next to her. "...Erm- sorry."

Running a hand through her messy bedhead, Lucy cursed. She had forgotten about the infamous 'Walk of Shame'. Whenever her friends had mentioned it, she had laughed it off. Yet, here she stood, in an elevator with an old woman looking at her funny, in the same clothes she wore yesterday, with a pair of black panties clenched in her hand. Ah, karma was certainly a big fat bitch.

No, she would go home today, take a long, hot shower, call in sick at work [something she had never done before] and act like none of this drunken-sex-with-a-strange nonsense had ever happened. Life would revert to normal again and she would become a rich business woman that, even though she was comfortable, would keep working. Maybe she would even donate to charity or run in marathons. Ha! Fat chance.

Lucy would not let her mistake [the word made her cringe] affect her whole life.

Smiling as Lucy set her mental world upright, a familiar ringtone sounded from her purse. After a quick bout of digging around in the depths of the bag, Lucy triumphantly pulled out her ringing cellphone. Quickly flipping it open to answer the called, she didn't get the chance to greet the person on the other end before the high-pitched warbling of an acquaintance shattered her happy little world.

"Lulu! How was last night? I really didn't think you had that in ya!"

And with her friend's words Lucy realized that she had been drinking with other people last night and there were witnesses to her indiscretion. And seeing as the chance of her getting away with murdering all of them was slim, Lucy grasped the fact that she was screwed.

Thoroughly and utterly screwed.

Thank you guys so freaking much for all the reviews! Glad you guys liked the first chapter and I hope you enjoyed this one :) Lucy's a bit of a grump, isn't she? I hope Dante was in character enough - I always have trouble writing his type of character.

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