At this point I was on the road to forgetting all the events that would be taking place tonight. And that's the way I wanted it. My mind was already getting pretty hazy. Everything seemed like it was all a wild dream.

Trevor kept buying me beers and was beyond drunk himself. He got into a few fights with the other fellow wasted customers making Janet very unhappy. But somehow I was able to convince her from kicking him out.

My phone rang and I looked to see that it was Madison for the fourth time tonight. I ignored it with a frown, I'll deal with her in the morning. I gulped down the beer I was currently working on and looked at Trevor who's eyes were glued on me.

"You know, you some got real sexy lips."

"Huh? My lips?" No one had ever said that to me before.

"Yeah. I just wanna kiss em."

"Well what's stopping you?"

I immediately clasped my hand over my mouth. That was definitely the alcohol talking. Of course I was attracted to Trevor but I didn't know him well enough to even think about doing that.

Trevor took the opportunity to get real close to me, so close in fact that I could see the faintest of scratches above his nose.

"Come on don't be like that just...just lemme kiss you. Just a little bit." His speech was slurred but still incredibly sexy.

He licked his lips and cupped my face with his hand. I tore away from him and motioned to the bartender for another beer. I looked back at Trevor who was pouting like a child, but that went away soon enough.

"You ever been with a girl?"

The question caught me off guard, but I wasn't surprised. I've learned to expect the unexpected from Trevor at this point.

"Yeah, you know college can change a girl."

I laughed thinking about all the experimentation I had done at Loyola. Boy had I done a lot. God, I was a slut back then.

"Mmm," he growled at me making me unusually aroused,"that's hot."

I fought every urge to get lost in his voice and rolled my eyes. All straight guys thought that was sexiest thing, some girl on girl action.

"So...you been with a guy?"

I asked warily knowing I was stepping over some boundaries. But Trevor didn't look the least bit taken back by my question. He leaned back a bit and smirked.

"Any hole's a goal." The sensuality practically oozed out of his voice.

The bartender came over with my drink and told me that she wasn't serving either one of us anymore. That clearly made Trevor angry as his face was contorted and his eyes wildly scanned Janet. Trevor slammed his fist against the counter making the both of us jump.

"No more drinks?! If we say we want another fucking beer, you're going give us another fucking beer."

"Trevor, I'm not just a bartender. You know I own the fucking place. I can refuse service to anyone, even you."

This woman was testing Trevor in ways that I thought would endanger her safety. After seeing Trevor beat that guy up I know that he's capable of many things. But this woman wasn't a threat to him at all. He seemed to actually listen to her which I thought was strange. His eyes still held that crazed look in them, but he was behavior changed significantly. He growled under his breath and took a sip of the beer he still had.

For a while the two of us sat in silence, I was too afraid to say anything. It was better to just let him calm down. I tried to get up my ended up getting my foot caught behind my ankle and headed straight for the ground. Trevor tried to catch me, but he was so filled up on beer that we both fell to the ground in a heap. I started giggling like an idiot and almost couldn't stop until I felt a pair of lips roughly collide with mine.

I think it happened too fast for my clouded judgement to react because I just let him do it, he was the one that pulled away. When he did we both just looked at each other before Trevor cleared his throat.

"What's the matter sugar, wasn't good enough for ya?"

He winked and headed towards the bathroom.

"This beer is going right through me." He muttered as he slipped through the door.

I on the other hand just sat on the floor staring at nothing in particular. For some reason thinking about what happened made me burst into another fit of laughter. Some of the people in the bar looked at me like I was crazy while someone told me to shut up.

I was able to stop and managed to get myself up from the floor. I stumbled over to the jukebox across from the bar and decided that I wanted to dance. As soon as I picked a song Trevor came out of the bathroom and sauntered over to me with a grin.

I could see his bulge through his pants making him unbearably alluring. What is wrong with me? I tried to push away this feeling as he inched closer to me not once taking his gaze off me. He was undressing me with his eyes. Trevor started dancing behind me pushing himself up against me. I could fee his mound rubbing up against my butt. I would've normally reacted by pushing him off me but I was so drunk at this point that I didn't even care.

Suddenly he grabbed my arm and pulled me close so he could whisper in my ear. His lips brushed up against my earlobe sending shivers down my spine. The hoarseness of his voice made me weak.

"Come with me."

I half expected him to take me outside or something but instead Trevor forcibly dragged me back over to the bar. He put a finger to his lips telling me to be quiet as he looked to see if Janet was anywhere in sight. He then leaned over the counter and strategically snatched two bottles of liquor. He slid one over to me and let out a roaring laugh that rang in my ears.

A soft moan came from my mouth as I rolled over over from the throbbing headache that greeted me this morning. How long had I been sleeping? I sat up slowly and stretched my achy muscles from last night's unfolding of events. I looked around realizing that I had no idea where I was. The bed I was laying in was definitely not mine. Around me was dirty clothes, empty beer bottles, and condoms in various places. Nope, definitely not my room. That's when panic started to set in, my heart pounded wildly as I scrambled out of bed.

A quick brush of air ticked my thighs making me look down to see that all I was wearing was an unwashed t-shirt two sizes too big. Oh God, I didn't. I hopped over a sticky pile of an unknown substance and pushed through the door to see Trevor sitting on the his raggedy couch with a cup of coffee in his hand. Aware of my presence, he turned his head to me and smirked.

"Mornin' princess, get enough sleep?"