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It took two pots of coffee to finally get my roommate sober. I think she may have puked up the first pot, but I got her to hold the second one down by using one of my less than favorite, but very reliable hang over remedies. I put about three tea spoons of pepto in to a cup of steaming hot coffee and that seemed to do the trick. Her face scrunched up at the bitter taste, but she hadn't thrown up since. She refused the raw egg I offered to mix in with her drink by flipping me off and so I figured her to be feeling loads better.

"So are you going to tell me what got in to you tonight?" I asked as I sat down on the couch next to her propping my booted feet on the coffee table. Usually Leah would smack me for putting my feet on the table, but she looked like she felt as if she had been eaten by a bear who then hit by a bus and so I figured I could get away with it this one time.

"Obviously not you." She bit back harshly before cringing and bringing her hand up so she could rest it against her for-head.

I smirked and did a half shrug. "Well I think we can take it as a good sign that you remember coming on to me. It would have been kind of hard for me to tease you if you didn't remember coming on to me in the first place."

My Quilette roommate leaned back against the couch and let out a sigh. "I was drunk and that does not count."

"Oh it totally counts." I counted quickly deciding that if she felt well enough to argue with me that I was allowed to my usual ass like self. I placed my hand on her thigh and sent her a lecherous grin. "Now that you are sober want to give it a go? I'm up for it if you are. Isn't that what you said to me earlier?"

Dark eyes narrowed in irritation as he pushed my hand off of her thigh. "Then you quickly reminded that I didn't have a dick and therefore I could not be up for it. I have to say the same words apply to this situation only directed at you."

She was taking a stab at my manhood was she? Well if she wanted to play dirty then we could do that. I knew for a fact that when suffering from a hangover Leah had a very weak stomach. I would just have to target that since had felt the need to issue a blow to my ego. "You are looking a little pale Leah, would you like a raw egg mixed a dirty ashtray? If you ask real nicely then maybe I will give you some dirty toilet water to wash it down with."

"You're an ass!" The russet skinned female snapped before her hand flew to her mouth and she rushed to the bathroom. I could hear her dispelling the contents of her stomach in to the toilet.

I could be a mean fucker when I wanted to be, but she had totally deserved it. I mean I could have been a selfish dick and took advantage of her in her drunken stated, but had I? No, I didn't do it because even I had known it would be wrong. I will admit that I wanted to, god had I wanted to, but it wouldn't have been right. Plus, like I told her earlier I wanted her to remember when I fucked her. This may sound strange, yet when I was with a woman I put all my effort in to sex because there was no point if they didn't enjoy it as well. If I had fucked Leah like she practically begged me then it would have been a waste of my effort and I do not like to waste my time.

She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later after brushing her teeth. She flopped down on the couch next to me. For a few tense moments she did not say anything at all and when she finally did speak it did not make much sense. "My mom called me a traitor. She says that I shamed our bloodline or some shit like that."

I did not understand why she was talking about her mother until I remembered Alice saying she thought Leah and her mother had a fight on the phone. "Because she thinks you are marrying me right? That is why she called you a traitor?"

My roomie seemed to ignore my comment as she continued babbling as if I had never spoken in the first place. "Like she has any right to tell me that I shamed the family. I mean my cousin fucked my ex when we were still together, got pregnant, and then got engaged to the same man and nobody ever says anything to her. I am pretty sure having a baby before being married is a bigger shame than me being with a white man. Sometimes I fucking hate her pretty boy. I really hate my mother for treating me as if I am the biggest mistake she made. Then she has the audacity to accuse me of being pregnant? So what if I was? She was pregnant with me before she married dad and we aren't even sure Seth is really his anyways."

Pulling my feet from the table I lit a cigarette and handed it to her after I had taken a drag. "You never struck me as the type to care what people think of you."

"Usually what people think doesn't bother me." She replied taking a drag before handing it back to me.

"What changed?" I questioned raising an eyebrow in question.

"I'm not sure." She muttered standing up and running her hands in her hair. "Look I need to get some sleep. We have that dinner tomorrow and if I show up looking like I drank a liquor store the night before it will just give my mother something else to talk about. I expect you to look all refreshed in the AM as well alright? Oh and um…your hangover cure worked so I just thought you may want to know that."

I smiled knowing that was the closest she would ever get to saying thank you. "You're welcome, but don't be giving out my hangover cure recipe before I have a chance to patent that shit and sell it."

TBC…

AN: A short chapter before the dinner. I kind of wanted to show that Leah is changing well sort of and she is not sure why. Do any of you have ideas as to why she all of a sudden cares what people think? Let me know if you all liked this chapter or not.

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