For anyone that's keeping up with this story: I apologize for not updating sooner. Hope you enjoy. Also, just a reminder to read at your own discretion. I try not to get too graphic with this story but these days there's no telling who'll get offended at what. i like swear words and i don't like to use euphemisms too much. just sayin'.

The bar was not as busy as Teresa had expected it to be. A part of her saw it as an omen of things to come, but her desperation made her ignore this feeling. She resolved to talk to the first cute guy that offered to buy her a drink.

Ironically, for it not being very busy, it somehow took about an hour but eventually she ordered her first beer. She sat at the bar and read her text messages. She had just received one from Murdoc about hanging out at his Winnebago. Teresa sighed and thought that perhaps her idea to go out had been a mistake.

Just then a man dressed in a crisp suit came up to her while she sat at the bar. He seemed to strut as though he was very important which Teresa found somewhat annoying. Her desperation muted this feeling though, she wasn't in any position to be picky.

The man's name was Robert and he apparently liked talking about himself a lot. Teresa mentally checked out when the subject of his work-out routine came marching in the direction of the conversation.

Five beers and two shots of whiskey later, Teresa had finally felt she'd have enough drinks to justify going back home. Robert had finally gotten around to talking to her and asking her questions.

"So what do you do for a living?" He asked her, apparently oblivious to the fact that she'd taken to putting her head down on the bar slowly rose from her position and sat up.

"I'm a janitor," she said bluntly. She knew it wasn't technically true, but if having to mop up mysterious messes around Kong Studios hadn't earned her that title, she didn't know what would.

"Err, janitor?" Robert asked confused.

"Well, I'm a housemaid but it feels like being a janitor," she answered abruptly. Teresa motioned to the bartender to bring her another shot and the bartender simply nodded.

"Sounds interesting," Robert said, not bothering to disguise the fact that he was staring at Teresa's chest.

"Before you ask, no, I don't have a uniform," Teresa remarked. The bartender handed her her shot and she downed it. As she put her glass down she felt something press up behind her, and then she realized that Robert was there. She felt him sniff at her neck and it made her cringe.

"So how're you feeling?" he whispered in her ear in an attempt to seduce her. Teresa started feeling embarrassed for him.

"I'm..." Teresa started but then felt one of his hands move to cup her right boob. She delicately removed his hand and turned completely around to meet his gaze.

"I have to go pee," she said with an awkward smile. Teresa felt as though the boring night couldn't get any worse but it was sure as hell not going to get any better. She had no intention of coming back for more of whatever this was. She had once again renewed her vow of celibacy. Thank you Robert.

On the other hand, Robert had graciously picked up her tab long ago. Thank you Robert.

Teresa called a taxi home and tried to stay up on the way home. She didn't need to fall asleep in the cab and risk being overcharged for this.

As she stumbled drunkenly into the house, she thought of what drink would be the most suitable to end this miserable night with. Teresa reached the bar in the den and poured herself a cuba libre. This would serve her well as her nightcap, she thought as she sipped.

She was kinda hoping for a distraction and so decided that since Russel and Noodle were probably asleep and 2D was still out, maybe Murdoc would be handy for a chat. Maybe. Sometimes Murdoc would be gone for days before returning. No harm in checking his Winnebago, she thought. He had invited her earlier after all...

Teresa made her way to Murdoc's Winnebago with her drink in hand. She had already checked his room on the way to his Winnebago and hadn't seen him in there. As she came out to the parking garage, she noticed that there was some light coming from his window.

She walked towards the Winnebago, the sound of her drink clinking in her hand meshing with a sound of moaning and groaning coming from inside. Teresa smirked silently and paused to collect herself. Murdoc was probably in there watching some type of porn.

It was at this point that Teresa knew she was drunk since she found herself thinking how hilarious it would be to surprise him mid-wank. She thought of the look on his face that he'd probably get and how, knowing Murdoc, he'd completely be shameless enough to laugh with her afterwards. Of course, part of her was just horny as fuck and was just looking for an excuse to see him naked again.

Teresa stealthily creeped up to the Winnebago and tried her best to reduce the clinking noise of her drink. As she neared the door, she saw that it was slightly ajar. She could still hear all the sex sounds from the porn that was playing inside. For a moment she furrowed her brow when they sounded very lifelike, that is to say, as if it were live and not being played back. She shrugged this thought off and decided that when she heard the girl fake her orgasm, she'd make her move.

As soon as she heard her cue, Teresa violently kicked open the door and stepped in.

Teresa's initial reaction was shock. She simply stood there and watched him go at it with some random woman for what seemed like ages. Murdoc hadn't stopped what he was doing despite the door flying open. It was only when he looked up that he froze when he figured out who'd been responsible. Teresa was standing there with her eyes wide, taking a sip from her drink.

She saw the porn playing on the laptop screen nearby but she hadn't expected to see him nailing some chick who was on all fours.

Her second reaction was to almost squirt her drink out of her nose when she realized he still had his socks on.

Murdoc glared at Teresa, who noticed this and decided to retreat. She quickly ran out of the RV, slamming the door behind her.

Teresa walked towards her room drunkenly, the image of Murdoc fucking some groupie now tattooed into her mind's eye.

This was the dumbest night ever.