I can feel you breathe. I can feel your heartbeat faster. Take me home tonight! I don't want to let you go till you see the light! Take me home tonight! Listen honey, just like Ronnie sang, "Be my little baby!" - Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money
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"Damn. You look like shit."
Kia looked up, her eyes red and her face flushed. She had just downed her sixth spiked soda, and was already feeling the effects of it. She was a damn light weight really. She'd never gotten this buzzed, and was beginning to see everything in a slight haze.
Her eyes, glazed slightly, were somehow able to focus in on Ella, as her new friend gave her a smile, swaying as she walked to the seat next to her, stumbling slightly as she plopped down next to Kia. Ella waved to Sasha, hollering for a Salted Margarita.
Kia straightened herself up as best she could, as she nursed her spiked punch in her hands. "Yeah, I'm sure I do." Kia finally answered, shifting around on her stool, as she tried to shake herself awake.
Her vision was blurring, and she felt like she had just went on the Tilt-A-Whirl at the county fair fifty times straight with out a break. In other words, she was dizzy and ready to vomit and pass out.
Ella, having been brought her drink, giggled as Juice suddenly appeared beside her, a toxic grin on his reddening face. By God! It seemed everyone was getting shit-faced here. Kia rolled her eyes at the two, before grunting and turning her attention back to her half-full glass, staring at her distorted reflection.
"Juice!" Kia heard Ella squeal, causing Kia to turn her head at the two. She groaned and slapped her forehead as Juice began nipping at Ella's neck, while Ella had her legs wrapped around Juice's waist, straddling herself on the stool and against him.
Not wanting to watch them continue their tonsil-hockey game from earlier, fearing that they would soon start fucking in front of her, Kia pushed herself from the bar and off her seat, stumbling back slightly as she tried to catch her balance, only to feel her back crash into something hard.
Grunting, Kia mumbled out a line of slurred curses, before pushing away from the bar banister she had backed into. Stumbling through the crowd and around loud mouthed bikers more hammered than she was, Kia finally made it back to the booth her and Ella had first taken when they'd arrived.
Hitting her head on the low lamp, again, Kia threw herself into the booth and laughed for no reason, as she rubbed her throbbing head. With a sloppy smile, Kia laid her head on the table, and stared out at the bar, chuckling stupidly as she watched Bobby and a hooker fall off the pool table they'd been practically fucking on.
"What the matter, kid? Don't cha know how ta have fun?" Lifting her head up, Kia snorted at the two males who plopped down in-front of her, ignoring the third who climbed over her and plopped down in the seat next to her.
Clay Morrow, even when she was light-weight drunk, was still one helluva scary looking guy. However the guy next to him gave her even more of the creeps. Especially the way he was leering at her like a piece of meat, ogling her legs and chest since he'd first called out to her at the stop light. Ella had told his name was Tig Trager. It sounded fitting for a guy who smiled like a demented Tigger doll.
"Oh I know how to have fun, pops," Kia laughed, her red face pulled into a goofy grin. "This just isn't my scene, ya know." Kia waved her right hand with over exaggeration at the bar dwellers, almost hitting Half-Sack in the face, who had jumped in the seat beside her.
Clay raised a brow at her, as he chomped down on the cigar that hung from his lips. Half-Sack, who seemed to be plastered himself, stared with a wobbling head at her, while Tig chugged down more of his bottle Michelob Ultra.
A puff of smoke was blown her way, as Sasha came forward, handing Kia a Strawberry Margarita. At the questioning, well attempted, look Kia gave her, Sasha pointed to Ella, who waved at her with a thumbs up, before letting Juice go back to nipping at her.
Grunting, Kia thanked Sasha, before staring at the drink. She'd never had a Margarita before, and had no idea of what the damn thing was going to taste like, as she brought the glass to her lips and let herself swallow it. One word came to her dim and drunk mind; yum!
"Are you bothering my girl, Kia, Clay?!" Kia's head tittered back slightly, as Ella suddenly appeared next to her, Juice latched to her hip. Her face and eyes were red, and Kia could smell the alcohol on her friend's breath and clothing, as she was pushed up against Half-Sack by Juice, who had Ella on his lap.
Clay gave a surprisingly charming smile, as he held up his hands in mock defense. "Nah! We were just givin' the out of townie a little company." Kia felt a shiver run up her spine as Clay's eyes landed on her, before they turned to Tig. Images of her mother's funeral flickered through her mind randomly, as she slowly straightened herself.
Kia pushed against Juice, who stumbled out of her way as she stumbled out of the booth. "Kia! That was, like, totally rude!" Ella whined, as Kia rubbed her eyes, shaking off the dizziness and sick churns in her stomach she was feeling.
Ella's face formed into a frown, as Kia whipped sweat from her face. "Kia? Like... What's wrong? You look sick?" Kia could feel the color draining from her face, as she gave Ella a lopsided smile. "I'm fine, hun! Just got claustrophobic for a minute is all!" She slurred and giggled, earning a smile from Ella.
"Sit by Clay! That way you're on the outside! Clay, move over!" Ella said in a childish voice, playfully kicking the older male. Clay shrugged, as Tig stood up and exited the booth, passing over Clay to her. Kia felt a chill run up her spine as the man walked by, tripping her as he pushed her towards the booth with his shoulder.
"Tig! You're such an ass!" Ella yelled, as Kia crashed against the table, before stumbling to get her ass into the booth, her shoulder crashing against the SAMCRO King. Attempting to mumble an apology, Kia couldn't help but stare at the man.
His eyes had triggered something. Some memory or thought from her past. She would have loved to ask him why that was so, if she was sober enough to comprehend exactly what she was doing or thinking. Soon, though, her thoughts where blurred again and she found herself chugging down her second Strawberry Margarita.
The room had become a mesh of colors in her eyes, and she couldn't help but let herself be dragged out onto the dance floor by Ella as "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard was blaring throughout the bar. Her shyness forgotten, Kia found herself grinding and twisting up against Ella, as they were sandwiched between Juice and a drunken Chibs, who was laughing and had her by her hips.
Kia herself grinning and laughing along with them, her body feeling loose and her mind to fucking dazed to feel embarrassed as she and Ella jumped on the stage with Cherry, Half-Sacks girlfriend and potential old lady, Sasha, and a now half clothed Salina Foster, dancing like... well, sluts.
Kia could feel herself slipping further and further away from her values and beliefs as the night went on. By almost two in the morning, she was latched onto a man whose face was completely blurred to her.
And, with alcohol influencing her, she soon found herself being dragged away from the party. Ella and Juice had vanished, obvious to everyone in their right mind that the two were off fucking somewhere. Something Kia herself was about to do with a man she didn't know on close enough, or comforting, terms to be in a bed with him in the skimpy outfit she had on, that was soon to disappear off her body to the floor.
So with her mind for reasoning on a drunken vacation, her body was eager to give into her drunken lust and want. Her fingers entwined in the sheets, as his rough to the feel, skilled, hands roamed her softer, smaller, body. Her body arched into the touch, craving more.
Heat began to build, as her clothing was removed, her body being explored in ways she'd never had done to her. Her hands found his shoulder, nails digging in to his rough skin, as he made his way into her, pulling a cry of pain and pleasure from her.
She shook and shuddered, moaning and gasping as she was pushed into. Her body took to it and her mind was only filled with a drunken haze of lust and pleasure. Time slowed down, and Kia felt herself blackening out ever so often, only to be jolted awake as she was moved to a new position.
As she was about to completely pass out, she felt herself cry out as sh was jolted awake, moaning as the two of them climaxed, sending her into a head to toe tingle of pleasure, crying out and digging her nails into his back, only to feel her fingers go weak and fall to her side, letting him roll off of her.
Kia panted as she felt the wetness between her legs. Shaking, she rolled over and let her body relax, before slowly blacking out, the covers pulled up to her waist.
Hey guys. Sorry it took for fuckin' ever to update. I've got work and ALL kinds of shit building up around me. Kind of hard to get some me time these days. But I'm still trying to update, and I figured it was time I did so now.
So if you guys are confused about the part with her stumbling away, that's understandable. It was written kind of sloppily, and I'm not always good at getting down what I'm trying ta get at, so... yeah. The end result isn't ALWAYS pretty.
So please enjoy. Review. Ask me questions. Hell, tell me it sucks for all I care! Just tell me something! Throw me a bone yall!
Note: Hey. I've never been drunk before. I've been tipsy, sure. But I've never drunk. So I have NO clue how a drunk person views or sees the world. So I just went off of how my old man acts when he's drunk, and how my ex tells me he feels, and how I think I would be. Cause I already know Im a light weight! I got fuckin tipsy off of five jello shots! I'm a light weight.
So thanks for bearing with me and I'll try ta update sooner, 'kay?