woman’s thigh and pushes to his feet. He shrugs, his trademark grin on his face. He’s like a puppy. It shits on the carpet, and you really want to tell it off, but it’s cute, and you can’t.
“Uh, that’s your cue to leave.” Lilly growls at the two girls. Trout pout looks like she might put up a fight, but a quick glare from Lilly silences her. The pair scurry out of the toilet.
“Seriously Hugo. Get some fucking standards.” Lilly sighs, before oh so graciously thrusting her tequila at me and going into one of the toilet cubicles.
Hugo watches me carefully. I shrug and offer him a small smile. It’s Hugo. You expect these things. I suppose it used to bother me when I was sleeping with him, mainly because it’s just gross. I know that the way Hugo is with me is about as close to respect as he’ll ever get with a woman. For a start, he cares if I’m mad at him, which is why he’s looking at me like that puppy that just shat on the carpet.
I take my lip gloss out of my clutch, and start applying it in the mirror. He goes to grab the tequila bottle and I snatch it away from him.
“If you seriously think you are drinking from that bottle after where your lips have just been, you are sadly mistaken.” I snort.
His lips kick up. “Well, as I recall, you don’t mind the taste of pussy.”
I let out an exasperated sigh and glance sideways at him. “See, now you manage to make that sound so dirty, when we both know that my own pussy on your lips is different to that skanky vagina you were just poking around in.”
He laughs, and I’m sure I hear a little giggle from the cubicle.
I turn back to the mirror, and rub my lips together. “I hope you at least got off before we lost you your companions for the night.” I smirk, and meet his eyes in the mirror.
He narrows his eyes. “What do you take me for? I made her blow me first. I don’t eat pussy without getting blown first.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, because I know that’s not true. He points at me in the mirror. “That’s different.” He says defensively.
“What’s different?” Lilly asks innocently as she opens the cubicle door. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she washes her hands.
“Nothing.” I say at the same time as Hugo. I glare at him, and he laughs.
Lilly’s smirk grows into a full blown grin. “You two are so fucking cute.” She says.
“Fuck you.” Hugo grumbles. She laughs as she dries her hands.
By the time we get back to the party, Hugo and Lilly have polished off the bottle of tequila. I made him wash his mouth out first. She’s clinging to his arm now. When it comes to drinking buddies, Hugo is always favourite. No-one parties like he does, and Lilly loves it, even though she likes to pretend she doesn’t like him, it’s all bullshit.
They go straight to the bar and order an unholy amount of vodka, and tequila slammers.
She pushes a double vodka and soda in front of me, along with three shots of tequila. “It is going to take a fuck load of the strong stuff to bleach what I just saw from my mind.” She announces. Hugo laughs. She clinks a shot glass with me, and downs the tequila like water. “Plus, this party sucks. We are going to have our own party.” She grins.
“About fucking time.” Hugo mumbles.
Shit is about to get messy.
I wake up on Sunday morning with a disgusting hang over. That party got crazy. When Lilly said she didn’t want boring, she wasn’t lying. Holy shit. I can’t remember much past the five Jeager bombs that she insisted I do with her. I vaguely recall her vomming in a plant pot somewhere, and Theo holding her hair. Someone carrying me somewhere. Shit. I try to sit up, and my head spins violently.
“Oh fuck.” I moan, pressing my hand over my eyes.
I’m mentally willing myself to just die, and get it over with, when I notice a body in the bed next to me, and I freeze. Please tell me I did not bring home some random guy. Please, please, please. I pray to
“Uh, that’s your cue to leave.” Lilly growls at the two girls. Trout pout looks like she might put up a fight, but a quick glare from Lilly silences her. The pair scurry out of the toilet.
“Seriously Hugo. Get some fucking standards.” Lilly sighs, before oh so graciously thrusting her tequila at me and going into one of the toilet cubicles.
Hugo watches me carefully. I shrug and offer him a small smile. It’s Hugo. You expect these things. I suppose it used to bother me when I was sleeping with him, mainly because it’s just gross. I know that the way Hugo is with me is about as close to respect as he’ll ever get with a woman. For a start, he cares if I’m mad at him, which is why he’s looking at me like that puppy that just shat on the carpet.
I take my lip gloss out of my clutch, and start applying it in the mirror. He goes to grab the tequila bottle and I snatch it away from him.
“If you seriously think you are drinking from that bottle after where your lips have just been, you are sadly mistaken.” I snort.
His lips kick up. “Well, as I recall, you don’t mind the taste of pussy.”
I let out an exasperated sigh and glance sideways at him. “See, now you manage to make that sound so dirty, when we both know that my own pussy on your lips is different to that skanky vagina you were just poking around in.”
He laughs, and I’m sure I hear a little giggle from the cubicle.
I turn back to the mirror, and rub my lips together. “I hope you at least got off before we lost you your companions for the night.” I smirk, and meet his eyes in the mirror.
He narrows his eyes. “What do you take me for? I made her blow me first. I don’t eat pussy without getting blown first.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, because I know that’s not true. He points at me in the mirror. “That’s different.” He says defensively.
“What’s different?” Lilly asks innocently as she opens the cubicle door. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she washes her hands.
“Nothing.” I say at the same time as Hugo. I glare at him, and he laughs.
Lilly’s smirk grows into a full blown grin. “You two are so fucking cute.” She says.
“Fuck you.” Hugo grumbles. She laughs as she dries her hands.
By the time we get back to the party, Hugo and Lilly have polished off the bottle of tequila. I made him wash his mouth out first. She’s clinging to his arm now. When it comes to drinking buddies, Hugo is always favourite. No-one parties like he does, and Lilly loves it, even though she likes to pretend she doesn’t like him, it’s all bullshit.
They go straight to the bar and order an unholy amount of vodka, and tequila slammers.
She pushes a double vodka and soda in front of me, along with three shots of tequila. “It is going to take a fuck load of the strong stuff to bleach what I just saw from my mind.” She announces. Hugo laughs. She clinks a shot glass with me, and downs the tequila like water. “Plus, this party sucks. We are going to have our own party.” She grins.
“About fucking time.” Hugo mumbles.
Shit is about to get messy.
I wake up on Sunday morning with a disgusting hang over. That party got crazy. When Lilly said she didn’t want boring, she wasn’t lying. Holy shit. I can’t remember much past the five Jeager bombs that she insisted I do with her. I vaguely recall her vomming in a plant pot somewhere, and Theo holding her hair. Someone carrying me somewhere. Shit. I try to sit up, and my head spins violently.
“Oh fuck.” I moan, pressing my hand over my eyes.
I’m mentally willing myself to just die, and get it over with, when I notice a body in the bed next to me, and I freeze. Please tell me I did not bring home some random guy. Please, please, please. I pray to
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