Pairing: Paul/Mystery Woman

Genre: Adult

Rating: M

Word Count: 100 (My first true 100-word drabble!)

Babe

Cherry Coke.

Jack Daniels.

Modern Muse.

The scents were new to him, but problematic, too. He relied on scent to trigger the memory of hearing the chick's name, but this time—nothing.

Shit.

He turned over in bed—her bed.

Taking girls home was not an option. Fuck that shit. He'd never get rid of 'em.

Blonde hair fanned across the pillows—didn't look familiar.

He didn't risk the double-tap often. Not worth that clingy shit.

"Hey … babe?" he tried.

"Mmf!" she twisted in the sheets, slitting one eye open. "I have a name. You don't remember, do you?"

"Does it matter?"

~C