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up. I try everything – slamming on the brakes, opening the window more, blasting the a/c, blasting the radio. Finally, she wakes up when I make a sharp turn around a corner.
    “Where am I?”
    “You passed out in the back of my grandmother’s car.”
    “I need to get laid,” she whines.
    “You need to get showered.”
    “Fine. Showered, then laid.”
    “I can’t bring you home like this,” I tell her.
    “Here.” She reaches forward and shoves a wad of money at me. It falls onto the passenger seat and a couple bills blow out the damn window before I shut it. I don’t know what the money’s for or where it’s from, but its existence makes me angry.
    “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?” I ask.
    “Get a motel room. I’ll shower there and then you can fuck me.”
    “I don’t want to fuck you. You’re a fucking mess right now.”
    “Fuck you.”
    “Yeah, of course.”
    I keep driving, but she leans forward again and smacks the back of my head.
    “Get a fucking room,” she demands. “I can take a shower and we can go to the bar. Someone will want to fuck me.”
    She’s right. Someone will definitely want to fuck her, but it’s stupid. Still, I listen and find a cheap motel nearby so she can shower. I don’t even go in. I’m so pissed at her right now. I don’t know why I don’t just bring her home. I guess I figure the shit she’ll deal with from her mom if I do isn’t worth avoiding what I have to deal with right now.
    She doesn’t take long to shower and she’s more alert, although still pretty drunk, when she comes back outside.
    “Bar. Now.”
    She’s going to get a lot of attention tonight, dressed like she is. Her black pants are skintight and her silvery pink tank top shows off her bare belly and clings to her tits. She doesn’t even have a jacket and her tattooed arms make her look both tough and sexy. She’ll have no problem finding what she’s after, especially at the shitty bar nearby.
    They always serve us, even though they have to know we’re underage. We started coming here when I was a freshman, because I’d heard they would serve anyone. I guess it was true and although the thrill apparently wore off for most of my peers, it never stops me from coming here. Some nights, it’s busier than others. Tonight is one of those nights.
    Alana walks in and strolls right up to the bar, putting herself between two guys who must be at least 35. They both check out her ass and I walk forward, annoyed that I’m the one who has to do something if they go further than she’d like. She orders shots for herself and the two guys and leans against the one on the left, a guy who looks like he’s spent a lot of time here. He wraps an arm around her and I tense, but when she goes for his crotch, I guess there’s no point in fighting. I sit at one of the tables by the wall and watch her get these two guys horny over her.
    It’s got to be less than thirty minutes before she takes the guy whose crotch she was massaging over to where I’m sitting.
    She smiles. “This is Aaron. We want to go back to the motel.”
    “You’re being an idiot,” I say.
    “Hey, buddy-” Aaron starts, but he’s out for one thing, which Alana is happy to give. The problem is, he won’t be the one dealing with the fallout in the morning.
    “Alana, you don’t want to do this.”
    She rubs herself against Aaron and grins, sliding a hand up under his shirt. “Yes, I do. Bring us to the motel, Jackie.”
    “You’re not proving anything.”
    “I don’t want to prove anything. I want to get laid and Aaron had kindly offered to fuck me.”
    “You know what? Fine. Whatever.”
    I drive them back to the motel, which is thankfully not far, because she’s all over him in the backseat. If it was any farther away, she’d probably have already slept with him before we made it. When we get there, I wait for them to get out, but Alana runs her hand through my hair from the back.
    “Don’t you wanna