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Her cigarette hung from her lips as she tried to light it. The music was loud, ringing her eardrums. She raked her fingers through her hair, letting herself blend in with the crowd. Her body sweating, her clothes sticking to her skin. Her feet barely standing in the heels that are covering them. Her mind was swimming, not really remembering what number she was on with drinks. She really didn't care. That was the only reason why she was there in the first place. To forget everything that was going on in her life. To try to rid herself of her demons, but of course, nothing really is that easy. Her body pushing through the crowd and making her way back to the bar. She licked her lips, finally pulling her cigarettes from her lips, taking a drag. Her eyes wandering around before coming back to the bartender in front of her.
<p> She ordered herself another jack and coke and a shot of tequila. She wanted to forget tonight and hopefully, what was most of her life. Her elbow rested on the counter, letting her hand rest under her chin. Her eyes closing, nodding her head to the beat that boomed throughout the speakers. She opened her eyes, seeing her drinks placed in front of her. She threw a guy some money, telling him to keep the change, not even knowing what the fuck she gave him. She grabbed her shot glass, throwing the liquor back. She cringed a bit, sighing heavily before going for her other drink. She could feel eyes on her, but it didn't bother her none. If they wanted to come up to her, be her guest. She was up for anything tonight.

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Off-duty now, Ethan made his way towards the bar to spend some quality time to himself. He had a lot on his mind. Like, for example, he was recalling memories of his late brother and the damn voices in his head just wouldn’t shut up. It’s been over a year since he had last drunk. Now, he wanted to pick up from where he left off and drink away this self-pity, and hopefully these voices as well.<p>
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Lyric wanted to forget everything. She was in one of her moods where no one else fuckin' mattered, it was all about her. She inhaled, trying to stand on her own two feet without wobbling. It was becoming hard. Her eyes were blurred, and she was starting to see double. She took another drink from her glass, already noticing it was empty. "Fuck." She muttered lowly, rolling her eyes. She tossed the glass on the counter, ordering another one. "Wanna open a tab?" She looked the bartender speaking to her, nodding. She ran her fingers over her hair, looking to her right. Someone she never saw before. She licked her lips, before taking a drag of her cigarette only to notice it went out.
<p> She fished for her lighter, smiling as she found it. She lit her cigarette once more and blowing out the smoke. She took a long drag, exhaling slowly. She smirked, seeing the glass placed in front of her. She reached for it, taking a long swig before making her way to the stranger. She leaned against the counter, her eyes wandering, checking him out from head to toe. She bit down on her bottom lip before finally opening her lips. "Doesn't look like your type of crowd. Lost?"

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Ethan took the next shot straight to the head and slammed it down onto the table, requesting the bartender to go fetch him another. He wiped a hand over his face as the burning sensation in his throat grew intense from that last shot. As it worn off, he cleared his throat and looked at the people around him. He could hear a male voice in his head, telling him to go find some random girl to fuck around with. Ethan played it smart and ignored the voice. <p>
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She cocked her eyebrow at him saying that he didn't think so. He was definitely a type of guy she wouldn't really see at a place like this. To her, it was for all the freaks to come out at night and play in this seedy establishment. It didn't even look like his place. She looked him up and down, bringing her cigarette to her lips. She exhaled the smoke slowly, watching it disappear above her.
<p>"Something smaller, quieter. Like a bar." She brought her glass to her lips, taking another swig. She smirked, getting a little closer to him. She rested her hand near his, her eyes staying on him. "Out looking for a good time or just looking to get wasted?"Hell, she was all about a good time and getting drunk. She wouldn't mind taking him home tonight.

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The bartender returned back with another shot and a bottle to sat in front of Ethan. ”Knock yourself out.” The bartender said, moving over to attend to his other customers. Ethan dug into his pockets, grabbing a couple of bills, and throwing it onto the table for the bartender. ”Thanks you,” Ethan nodded at the young man. He grabbed his shot and downed the alcohol substance in seconds, before slamming it back down on the counter. ”Ugh.” He groaned at the burning sensation in his throat. He was becoming a drunken mess right now, but that was his goal.<p>
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She watched him, letting himself go for drink after drink as she stood there. She shook her head, looking away before turning her eyes back at him. For what she could see, he was definitely something to look at. She was wonder what else he could be good at. She bit down on her lip, smirking. He wanted to go to the bar but ended up at that counter and around her. She nodded, bringing her cigarette to her lips. She exhaled slowly, bringing herself closer, basically closing the space between them.
<p>"Maybe this was where you were coming to in the first place." Her fingers ran up his arm. She shrugged her shoulders, her eyes never leaving his. "Maybe I'm looking for a little bit of both." She leaned in, her breath against his neck. "Are you up for that?"

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Grabbing the bottle of liquor, Ethan took a small swig out of it before directing his eyes onto Lyric, who moved closer towards him. ”Aren’t you too close for comfort,” Ethan commented, giving a small laughter to let her know he was just joking with her. He really didn’t mind her being this close to him.<p>
”Perhaps,” He took another swig out of his liquor and set it down onto the counter. He looked at her, questionably, tilting his head to the side to admire her beauty in the face more than her other asset. She was indeed cute. ”Maybe I am.”

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She laughed lightly, before biting down on her lip. She leaned in a bit more, her breath against his ear once again. "I can get closer." Her lips grazed his ear as she pulled away, letting herself enjoy the time she was having. She brought her glass back to her lips, finishing what was left of it. She whistled for the bartender, ordering herself another one. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the loud boom. Her head was pounding but she wasn't let it stop her night. She could handle it until the next morning came.
<p>She smiled at him, watching his head tilt, looking at her. She looked down coyly, before bringing her eyes back to him. Running her tongue over her top lip, her attention remained on him. "Well tonight is your lucky night."

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At the feeling of a tingling chills moving down his spine, Ethan tilted his head lightly away from her breath out of instinct, taking a swig out of his bottle. ”Says who?” He looked over with his left eyebrow perked up at her. The male voice in his mind was telling him to just cut to the chase and fuck the bitch, but Ethan didn’t want to go down that route… just yet. He wanted to at least have some respect – get to know her on a decent level, maybe a little dance, and then it could lead up to that point. However, this voice was really tempting him otherwise, thanks to the liquor.<p>
”Oh, it is? Usually my lucky nights fall on a Thursday.” He took another swig out of his bottle and set the bottle down on the counter. It didn’t take long for the small buzz to fall over his conscious mind. ”So, what’s first? A dance? More drinks?” He asked, placing his elbows onto his knees and hutched forward into her direction, awaiting her answer.


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She smirked, biting down on her bottom lip. She raked her fingers through her hair, still close to him. "Says me sweetheart." She enjoyed this. She knew that tonight was going to get better. Hopefully, she would be taking this one home with her. She brought her new glass back to her lips, taking a quick swig.
<p> She smiled, looking away. Her eyes went back onto him before coming closer. She rested her hands against his arms, leaning forward. "We can drink a bit more and then show me what you got stranger." She leaned in closely, her tugging on his bottom lip. She was definitely going to show him a good time tonight.

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”I still don’t have the slightest idea on you are, yet. I don’t think I want to listen to someone that’s a complete stranger.” Ethan looked at her with a smirk as he took another swig out of his liquor. He was only teasing her, but he would love to get to know the name of the person that stood in front of him.<p>
A female voice started to pop into his head, convincing him to push this girl back and create some space between them. These voices were going to be the death of him. Eventually, this was a voice he listened to a little bit more than the other. He placed his index finger against her chest and lightly pushed her back after she tugged onto his lips. ”Too soon, babe. Too soon.” He chuckled, taking another swig out of his drink. "A few more drinks it is."



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"Lyric." She finally introduced herself to him finally. She was done being a stranger. She needed to know his name before the night was over. She brought her glass to her lips, finishing it off. She sighed heavily, feeling the burning sensation in her chest. She ordered another, knowing that she was not going to remember anything about this damn night.
<p> She chuckled lightly, feeling his finger come against her chest. "It's never too soon.." She smirked, throwing him a wink. "But yes, more drinks." She beamed at the thought of having more liquor in her system. She already knew that she was going to be friends with her porcelain in the morning.

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Finally, he was able to put the name to the face of the person that stood before him. ”Nice to meet you, Lyric.” He grabbed a hold of his bottle and took a bigger swig out of it. Closing his eyes, he cleared his throat and rubbed his hand over his chest from the burning sensation. He needed to stop taking long breaks from drinking. Every time he did, he felt like a rookie when he started up again. ”Oh, excuse my manners, I’m Ethan.” He introduced in return. <p>
Only reason he gave her his middle name was for his own purposes. Close friends knew him by Ryder, whilst the criminals and others knew him by Ethan or Officer Owens. It was just a good way to put a gap between the friends and associates. And depending on how Lyric plays her cards tonight, she might be able to be the first person he would allow sharing his first name with and giving her his information to keep in touch. Maybe.<p>
”I’ll be the judge of that,” Ethan winked back. He needed to stop drinking before he gets too drunk and speaks with sober heart. To share information with a complete stranger, Ethan would never forgive himself. He’d live in fear that she could use that against him at some point. And that, he didn’t need. He sat his bottle off to the side, shaking his head to indicate he was done drinking for now. ”I need a break before I get too messed up in the head.” He laughed, even though he was already messed up in the head.



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"Nice to meet you Ethan." She smiled, repeating his name.
<p> She was surprised at how he was taking his time with her. He wasn't rushing, and he wasn't an asshole. That was a plus for her, but she liked assholes. Maybe this time around it didn't hurt to have someone who wasn't a total ass and didn't rush it. It didn't hurt to take things slow, if that's what you wanted to call it. Her lips came across her glass, eyes scanning the floor before turning her attention back to him. He didn't bore her, which was another good thing. She would have been long gone if he didn't spark her interest. Even if he gave her little about himself, she was still intrigued by the man in front of her.
<p>She bit down on her bottom lip, just watching him. A few thoughts ran in her mind on what she wanted to do with him, but that was for later. She nodded, hearing him say he wanted to take a break from the drinking. Her eyes went to the bottle that he was drinking from and smirked. "You sure about that? You almost polished the fuckin thing all by yourself."

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Ethan looked over at his half-way empty bottle of liquor after her comment and laughed. Okay, maybe he still had a little bit of his alcohol ways of drinking a whole bottle on his own still left in him. ”Just catching up with old times,” He smirked. The voices in his head had finally stopped. Now, Ethan should be able to do things and think on his own will without being told otherwise. He could hope the voices return when he starts giving up too much information than needed, which he doubted it would a lot. <p>
”I suppose I can say the same about you. You drunk far more than me, I’m sure.” He said, softly. He figured Lyric was either half-way drunk or close near there by the way she was pushing up on him. The only girls that pushed up on him at Sin City were usually drunk and not able to hold their liquor. Maybe he could be wrong about Lyric, but for the time being, he was placing in the crowd with the females that was drunk and couldn’t hold their liquor until proven wrong.<p>

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She smiled at him, raking her fingers through her hair. Her head was starting to swimming. After all that drinking she was doing, she was starting to feel it. She licked her lips, keeping them wet before turning her attention back to the crowd. Her eyes went back to him.
<p>"I'm just now starting to feel it." she shrugged. She could easily drink men under the table. It wasn't something to be proud of, but it was something that she does. She loves to drink, get high and be naked. It was in her nature. She could still stand on her two feet, could see straight. The bitch could function even with a few drinks in her.
<p>She smiled at him. "Yeah." She finished the rest of her drink, placing the glass on the counter. "C'mon," she held out her hand for him to take. "I'll show you what I've got." She threw him a wink.

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Ethan shook his head. ”You just now starting to feel it? You must be drinking something lighter than me.” He said with a small slur in his speech. The alcohol was starting to take toll on him gradually. Although he still had his sense of awareness, he was losing pieces of reality around him. He ran a hand across his hair and stared out towards the dance floor. He really lacked the ability to dance. It doesn’t hurt to at least try to dance, right? Not like he was going to be doing most of the work with the music playing anyway.<p>
Once she finished her drink, Ethan grabbed onto her hand and stood to his feet, being led onto the dance floor. The floor was crowded with other dancers. Some were drunk, some were sober, and some were just in their own little world – in a way, you would assume some of them had some PCP in their system. But since Ethan was off-duty and drunk half of his life away, he couldn’t do anything about that.<p>
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She smiled, shrugging. "I like drinking the hard stuff. It's just taking its slow sweet time with me tonight." She could hear a small slur in his speech, shaking her head. Yep, the alcohol was getting to him. Perfect. She followed his eyes to the dance floor before he reached for her hand.
<p> She guided them out onto the floor. She watched the drunks of the night having the time of their lives or so they thought. She brought her tongue across her lips, turning her attention to the man in front of her. She looked up at him, feeling his hands against her waist. She inhaled sharply, feeling his lips close to her ear. She smirked, pulling away a bit.
<p> She turned her body, her back pressed against him. She smiled, listening to the beat, letting her hips take care of everything else. She let herself get lost in the music, doing what he wanted her to do. He wanted to be impress. He was gonna get just that.

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”Slow sweet time?” Ethan repeated with another small slur in his tone. ”I think it’s some weak stuff that just isn’t working right. You need to drink…” He paused to look over at the bottle, forgetting what he had already. ”I forgot what I was drinking already.” Ethan tapped his index finger on his chin. It was one of his thinking habits he does. Of course there were more, but that was for later. His failure to remember left him shrugging it off and returning his attention back onto her. ”Can’t remember.”<p>
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Her hips continued to roll against him, her fingers running across her hair. She was starting to feel the alcohol swim through her body, setting in on fire. Her mind was scattered, not even able to focus right but she went on to give him what he wanted. Her hand reached back, running it over his neck and going up to his hair. She gripped it slightly, letting herself rest against his body.
<p>She licked her lips, grabbing his hand and lacing it with her. She placed it against her bare stomach, running it across and slowly down a ways close between her thighs. She looked up at him, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. No one else mattered at that moment. She wanted him. Hell, only if it was just for one night, she doesn't care. She didn't want to leave that place empty-handed.

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His center of attention was focused solely on Lyric. Nobody else around him played as a factor. It was like one of those dancing movies, where the camera focuses more on the main characters dancing close against each other in the club, like nobody else was there. The liquor was starting to fuck more and more with his mind. He might have to leave this club soon, just to avoid having to get into small altercations with another fellow drunk person.<p>
Lyric had tempted him into wanting to take her home for a talk and allow a late night session with her. What can you say? The man had his needs like every other man -- except like others, Ethan still wanted to know more before jumping straight into having sex with her.




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Lyric pulled her hands away from him before letting herself bend over. She bit down on her bottom lip, letting her hips wind up against him. She pushed her hair back before looking back at him, feeling his friend getting a little excited. She smiled, looking back at him before bringing herself back. She reached for one of his hand, lacing it with hers. She had the urge to kiss him, wanting to know what his lips taste like. She turned, her chest resting against his. There was no space in between the two of them.
<p> She wrapped her arms around his neck, rolling her hips. Her eyes glanced up to his, before lowering to his lips. She felt her head leaning more and more in before her lips were inching away from his. She let hers graze his before pulling away a bit. She wanted to tease a bit just to see what he would do. Her fingers running over the back of his neck, leaning in, her lips coming across his earlobe. She latched her lips around his skin, tugging on his lobe. She giggled softly, placing her lips against his neck as she continue to impress him.

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Ethan was lightly impressed with her moves and dances, even the developing erection in his jeans could speak on that. He so caught up into the spur of the moment that he didn’t care what were to happen anymore. No voices, no problems. He watched her turn around and pressed her chest against his. With no space in between them, Ethan glanced into her eyes and smiled softly, keeping his hands positioned around her and his hips moving with the slow music that started to play.<p>
Seeing her head gravitate towards his, Ethan was tempted to play the “hard-to-get” role and push her back with his index finger again, but he didn’t. He was going to allow her to have some play actions, at least to let her know she was getting somewhere with him. Not too much fun, though. He chuckled lowly at their grazing over one another, before she started to go after his ears. His body started to grow hot immediately at the small chill that went down his spine. Before long, Ethan lightly pulled his head away and glanced over at her, with a small smirk. ”Do you do this with all the men, or just me?” He asked, actually curious to know.



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She watched him as he pulled away. She laughed softly, shaking her head. Was he the only guy? No, but he didn't have to know that. She bit down on her bottom lip, her fingers still playing around the back of his neck, keeping herself close to him. "No," she leaned in a bit closer. "You're the first sweetheart." Licking her lips, her thighs trembled a bit. She was holding out longer than expected, but right now, he was a bit worth it.
<p>She continued to dance to the music, rolling her hips against him. Her head was swimming, it was shocking that she still holding her ground in those heels. She leaned in, her lips close to his ear once more. "Enjoying yourself?"

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Ethan raised a brown at her comment about him being the first. Was that her comment to all the dudes or was that a sincere answer? Being under the influence, Ethan was going to believe her. He was going to end up forgetting by the next day anyway. ”Really now? You seem like you have a grip on what you’re doing to be a first. The first I meet are usually boring and don’t have no idea on what they’re doing.” He replied with a small chuckle.<p>
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She smirked, her eyes staying on him. Yeah she knew what she wanted, she wanted him. No one else had her attention like he did. Even if it was just for the night, she was good with that. That's all she wanted anyways. She licked her lips, still rocking her hips to the music.
<p>She pouted, watching him pull away from her. "Aw, it's like that. I thought we were having fun." She looked him over before placing her hands on her hips. she took a step towards him, her fingers gripping his shirt. "Can I join you tonight?" Her tongue came across her lips, giving him a smile. "What do you say?"

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Her words temporarily went in one ear and right out of the other, focusing more on trying to cease the aching in his head, but the loud music and the crowd around him wasn’t really helping much in that area. It was time to go, and he knew it. The headache had subsided, only for a second, for him to hear her question and leave him to think about that. Should he allow this stranger back to his home? He felt he had nothing to lose.<p>
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Was he really up for it? Was all that she did was just a waste of her time? Because if it was, she was gonna be gone a just call it a night. She will enjoy herself with a few friends. Hopefully, her batteries didn't die out on her. But if he was going to be up for what was going to happen for tonight, then she was all for it. Only if he knew what she was up to. She licked her lips, pulling herself away from him. She ran her fingers through her hair, keeping herself steady.
<p>"I'll can do that for you." She smiled, running her hand down his arm. "Lets go get a cab."

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”Let’s go then.” He staggered his way towards the entrance, carefully trying not to lose too much of his balance and bump into someone. He wanted to get out of here in one piece without getting into an altercation. Sounds like a easy task, but Ethan, under the influence, could do some careless, clumsy things. On accident, of course. And with his voice not guiding them right, Ethan was on his own.<p>
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She stayed with him, making their way through the crowd. She was pushing, shoving bodies out of the way, trying to make it out of the stiflingly establishment. She wanted to feel the cool air hit against her hot, sticky skin. She needed that fresh air, maybe it would wake her ass up. She was surprised that she was still standing on her own two feet. She leaned against him for support, even though it wasn't working out for the two of them.
<p>They finally made their way outside, her body relaxing, the wind hitting against her skin. She felt a slight relief, her holding him up and her own weight as well. She bit down on her lip, smiling up at him trying to make an attempt to whistle for a cab. "I got this." She whistled out into the night, hailing a cab for the two of them. She opened the door and slowly got him into the cab. She slid in next to him, closing the door behind her. "What's your address babe?"

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Being helped into the cab, Ethan scooted over to give her some room to get into the car next to him. ”Thank you.” He said lowly. He needed to thank her for helping him out there, because he was too under the influence to help him out himself.<p>
”What’s your address babe?” To no surprise, the address didn’t pop into his head immediately. Ethan had to rub his temple and think hard about what his address was. It took a minute or two before it finally came to him, informing the driver the address. ”Sorry, I almost forgot there.”




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“No problem babe.” She rested back in the seat, waiting for him to give the driver his address. She sighed, running her fingers over her hair. She shook her head, smirking. “You're fucked up. It tends to happen.” She turned her head, letting her lips press against his neck. Her hand rested against his thigh, giving it a slight squeeze. <p>
She didn't know what was going to happen when they got to his place. He could either invite her in or just decline her company. She wouldn't want that to happen. She wanted to come in and stay for awhile. Get to know him a little bit more and maybe then some. She brought herself closer to him, snuggling against him. Her fingers messed with the hem of his shirt, letting her fingers trail across his skin.

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”You’re fucked up. It tends to happen.” Ethan took that comment as to him being one fucked up individual overall. Although the voices weren’t bothering him at this time, he still couldn’t rejoice to that because he knew it only going to be a matter of time before it returns. He looked over at Lyric and stared back down at his lap, hoping this taxi cab would move along a little faster into getting to his house. ”Aren’t you touchy…” He muttered sluggishly, chuckling lowly.




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Lyric smirked, hearing his comment. “Well I like what I see, so I want to touch.” Her lips tugged on his earlobe and her hand worked at his belt buckle. She brought her lips back around his neck, letting her tongue flick against his skin. She slowly sucked on his flesh as her hand unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Working her hand in, she moaned against his neck. “Aren't you excited?” She cracked, giggling softly.

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The voices started to speak to him again. This time it was the female voicing her jealousy and wanting Ethan to push her away, doing her best to convince him that she was no good and giving him the wrong type of thoughts. Ethan caressed the left side of his temple, wanting to cease the voice from speaking. Sadly, the voice wasn’t going away that easily. He finally came to his senses in time to feel a small chill moving down his spine and his jeans unbuttoned. The voice continued, but he did his best to ignore it for a greater cause. ”Wha.. huh?” Ethan asked with much confusion, adjusting around to give her more access.



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She felt him move around a bit, letting her hand slip more inside. Her slender fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him up and down. She licked her lips, toying around with him. She sighed softly, feeling the car coming to a stop. She pulled her hand out of his jeans, fixing herself back up. "We're here." She reached over, paying the driver before climbing out the backseat. She leaned down, looking at him. "Getting out or what?" She smiled.
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Still ignoring the voice, Ethan parted his lips lately to pace his breathing as her finger wrapped around his length and stroked him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it until the car came to a stop at the address. So much for that. Ethan drunkenly pulled his pants back up, zipping up the zipper and buckling up his belt before slowly moving his way out of the car. He was so drunk that he couldn’t feel any type of movement in his legs, which would explain small staggering here and there. ”Shit..” He grabbed onto her for support, gesturing her to move forward.



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She smiled a bit, watching him stagger out of the cab. He grabbed a hold of her, and she took a step back. Wrapping her arm around his waist, staggering herself as they made their way to his door. She licked her lips, finally getting him to the door. She sighed softly, pushing her hair back. "Keys?" She went for his pockets, finding a set of keys. She tried other key until she found the right one. She twisted the knob, letting them in. She pushed the door close before placing this guy down on the couch. She sighed heavily, resting next to him. "Heavy fucker." She laughed lightly, leaning over pressing her lips against his neck.
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With half of his weight on her, Ethan was trying not to apply too much weight onto her into making the both of them fall over into the grass. That’d be embarrassing yet funny since he had a crazy sense of humor when he was under the influence. He was helped to the door and pondered over which pockets his keys may be in. ”Left… no, it’s the right pocket… Noo, left. Okay, maybe the right. I’m positive it’s the right pocket. Very positive.” He rambled drunkenly. Once she found the keys, they moved into the living room and he was placed onto the couch. He fell over with his head resting against the armrest, but he pushed himself back up into a seated position. ”I need, uh…” he paused to clear his throat, looking at her when she pressed her lips against his neck. ”aspirins or something. I’m hearing these voices….” He mumbled lowly.

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