And now it's time for your regularly scheduled Monday chapter! Not much to say about this except Alex deserves a reward for being the best boyfriend ever. Hopefully you lovelies enjoy! I don't know if I'll update on Thursday because I actually have something to do on that day, but if I don't, I'll update on Saturday like normal. ~Shaymie

"Are you sure you're okay with this, Lo? We can go back home if you want." I looked down at Lo, who was pressed tightly against my arm as we looked for a less populated area at the park. There were surprisingly more people than I thought would be here on a Thursday night. Lorin shook her head and pointed at a tree near the swings, which had nobody nearby.

"Don't want to go home yet," she muttered, her voice quiet and shaky. "There's not anyone over there. I… I'm fine…"

I nodded and led her underneath the shade of the tree. She grabbed the blanket from the basket and laid it out on the grass, raising an eyebrow when her hand bumped against the wine bottle. She pulled it out and frowned up at me as I sat down. I chuckled nervously.

"Uh, Laf put it in there. We don't have to drink it if you don't want to." Her brows furrowed as she sat down, staring at the bottle that seemed impossibly big for her tiny hands. She was so small, I felt that she'd get drunk from just one sip. What the hell was Laf thinking, giving that to us?

"Fuck it." I stared at her as she tugged the top off of the bottle and chugged for several seconds. She sighed as she finished drinking and handed the bottle to me. It was significantly lighter than it had been a couple seconds ago. How much had she drank? "If I'm going to get yelled at by everyone, I'd better make the best of this date while I can."

"Was that a good idea?" I frowned as she started pulling food out. I feel like Herc would kill me if I brought her back home drunk. Angelica would skin me alive. Laurens would murder me and find a way to make it look like an accident. Maybe I could pin the blame on Laf…

"Who cares if it's a good idea? I'm dead either way," Lorin sighed as she unwrapped a sandwich. She hummed happily as she bit into it and looked up at me, her gray eyes sparkling. "Gil gave it to us, so clearly, he's fine with it. Are you going to drink some, or are you just going to hold it all night?"

"I'd rather stay sober." I set the bottle next to the basket and grabbed a handful of grapes. She shrugged and kept eating, occasionally taking sips of the wine. She glared at me when I tried to take it away from her. I sighed. This was going to be a long night. We ate in silence for about half an hour before Lorin groaned dramatically and flopped backwards. I blushed as I realized I could see right under her dress and looked away. Didn't girls normally wear tights under their dresses or something?

"Alex… I like you a lot," she murmured, reaching for the bottle and taking another long swig. She sighed as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve and hiccuped. "You're really nice, you know. You haven't yelled at me or hit me or anything even though I probably deserve it for being a moody brat all the time."

"I like you too, Lo," I laughed, noticing that her words had started to slur together and her accent had come out. Oh God, how was I going to get a drunk Lorin home? She sat up quickly (perhaps a bit too quickly, based on the way she groaned and gripped her forehead) and smiled crookedly at me as she started to crawl over to me, her dress riding up on her thighs. This girl was going to be the death of me.

"How much do you like me, Alex?" she asked as she climbed on top of me, her face flushed. I cleared my throat and fixed her dress before she exposed herself to the world. I swallowed nervously as her chest pressed up against me. This girl was a damn temptress. I had to put a stop to this before I did something I would regret.

"I like you a lot, too, Lo. C-Can you get u-" She cut me off with a kiss, her hands tangling in my hair. This kiss was far different from the others she had given me, more sloppy and desperate. She smelled heavily of wine and perfume, the scents combining into an intoxicating bouquet, and I could taste her peach lip gloss. I froze as her hands went down to my shirt and unbuttoned the top two buttons, her fingers fumbling slightly. What was she trying to do? We were in public!

"I realllly like you, Alex," she giggled as she pulled back from the kiss, tugging my bottom lip between her teeth. I shuddered as she started planting kisses on my neck and chest. Note to self, Lorin is a horny, flirty drunk. And a pretty sexy one, at that. "And I'd love to have some fun. You know we still haven't actually been together, right? I can make you feel incredible~"

"Not now," I stammered, pushing her away as gently as I could. I couldn't take advantage of her like this, no matter how tempting it was, no matter how much she wanted it. I wouldn't feel comfortable with it.. "We're at a park, Lorin! And you're drunk!"

"I was drunk when me and James did it for the first time," she stated matter-of-factly, twirling a bit of hair around her finger. A wicked grin spread across her face as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting the front of it fall and revealing two of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen, held up by a lacy black bra. There was a splattering of freckles across her chest, and damn, she was so pretty…

No. I couldn't do it. I wanted our first time together to be special, not just something done from drunken lust. I wasn't going to do this to her. I couldn't do this to her. I refused to be anything like her asshole ex.

"I can't do it," I frowned, pulling her dress back over her body and zipping it back up. She pouted as she looked up at me, her gray eyes filling with tears. Shit. I could deal with drunk Lorin. I could deal with drunk, horny Lorin (not in the way she wanted). But drunk, horny, crying Lorin was a bit too much for me to handle.

"I… I thought you liked me… You said you liked me!" she sobbed, her flushed face getting even redder. She pushed me away when I put a hand on her shoulder and rubbed at her eyes. I flinched as some people passing by stared at us, some of them glowering at me. Great, now I looked like an asshole.

"No, no, no, Lo, I do like you! I like you enough to not take advantage of you when you're like this! You're clearly not in the right state of mind right now. It'd be a dick move to try to do anything," I rambled, planting several kisses on her face. She whimpered and climbed into my lap, leaning her head onto me.

"I want to go home," she sniffled softly, her hand gripping my shirt tightly. I nodded and started packing up the remains of our picnic. Lorin snatched up the rest of the wine and chugged it before I could even react. Great. Just great. As if she wasn't drunk enough. She burped and stood up on shaky legs as I helped her up. After a few failed attempts to get her to walk (she could barely take two steps, even with me holding her up), I decided to just carry her on my back.

"Wow, you're strong," she hiccuped, her head lolling on my shoulder. She was warm, either from the alcohol or naturally, I didn't know. "Did I ever tell you how nice you are? Because you're reallllly nice. You're so nice, Mr. Alexander needs-a-middle-name Hamilton. You might be the nicest person on the planet…"

"I think Eliza might take offence to that, Lo."

"Elizabeth doesn't give me piggyback rides," she retorted, her breath hot against my ear. She huffed and started kicking her feet. "You do give me piggyback rides. So you're nicer. And you saved me from Lee yesterday. I don't know what he would have done if you hadn't showed up. I wish you had been there to save me from James and Maria."

"Me too, Lo…" I sighed, tightening my grip on her thighs slightly. Her perfectly thick thighs...She didn't deserve what they had done to her. If I could go back in time, I would change it so that she had never met them. It pained me to know that there was some part of her that blamed herself for what had happened, that thought she had deserved it.

"I mean it, Lexy. You're waaaay better than them. You didn't make me sleep with you even though you should have. I mean, James and my dad have both told me that a woman's job is just to pleasure the man in her life. Or I guess woman, if you roll that way." She giggled and hiccuped again. "You know, that time with James and Maria made me realize that I like boys and girls."

"James and your father are idiots. That's not your only purpose in life, Lorin. We can have a normal relationship without sex."

"Are you sure about that? Because I can take a lot in my throat and- hey, we're almost home!" I blushed as I realized what she had been in the middle of saying before she interrupted herself. Fuck, this girl was a tease… I wondered how much of this she would even remember in the morning.

I took a deep breath as I stood outside our front door. How was I going to explain this to everyone? I had told them that we were just going to the park, and I've somehow come home with a drunk, horny Lorin who couldn't stop flirting. It was now or never, I guess. I turned the doorknob and walked in, wincing as I saw Herc and Angelica, the two people I wanted to see least of all. They were stood over Laurens, who was holding an ice pack to his face. What happened to him?

"Heyyyy, guys," Lorin slurred, looking over at our friends with glassy eyes. She probably hadn't noticed Laurens yet, or else she'd be freaking out. Probably. At this point, she was probably so far gone, she didn't care about anything but trying to get in my pants. "What's up?"

"Are you drunk?" Angelica and Herc asked at the same time. Laurens looked over at us, and I noticed for the first time that he had a black eye. Half of his face was bruised, his lip was split, and he was holding his side tightly. There was nothing but pure anger on his face as he walked over to us. Shit.

"Hey, John," Lorin smiled, kicking her feet again.. She put her head on my shoulder and sighed. "You look like shit. Did you walk into a wall again?"

"Lorin, why the hell are you drunk? What the fuck have you two been doing?"

"Nooothing! Lexy's being a spoilsport and doesn't want to do anything fun. I even showed him my boobs and he didn't do anything," Lorin complained, biting my ear. What the hell? I flinched and looked back at her. She grinned cheekily at me and pointed lazily towards the stairs. "I'm tired. I want to go to bed."

I sighed and went upstairs before anyone could kill me. Lorin huffed as I put her on her bed. She scowled as she tried to take her heels off and smiled gratefully at me as I took them off for her. I took her hair down from its braid and looked for the brush. After about five minutes of looking, I finally found it in the bathroom (with no help from Lorin, who had just been cuddling her turtle).

"Lo, I got the brush- holy shit…" In the short time I had been in the bathroom, Lorin had managed to take her dress off, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. My eyes raked over her body, but kept going back to her chest. She had to be at least a C cup... She really was going to be the death of me…

"Lo, I'm not having sex with you tonight," I sighed as I sat next to her. Being drunk magnified her stubbornness and boldness. And most likely everything else about her. "You're way too drunk."

"But I want to," she whined, grabbing my hands and putting them on her breasts. I gave them a squeeze (damn, they were perfect) before remembering that she was drunk and pulled away. We couldn't do this now. "It's been soooo long. Don't you want me?"

"More than you know, Lo. But I can't do this while you're drunk. That wouldn't be right."

"How about on my birthday, then? It's next month." She laid down in bed, putting her head on my lap, and yawned. She was asleep in seconds. I brushed some sweaty hair from her face and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, Lorin."