Faites Moi Sortir
In the morning, we ate and got dressed. I didn't tell Sebastian about the whole 'Date with Hunter' thing. I knew he'd get mad. Then again, he was gonna go have sex with another man. I didn't tell him though, and at eight, he left. I waited a while and then left with Hunter.
Hunter took me to a nice fancy restraunt. We ate some really good chicken and talked. I told him about my life in the UCA, while he told me about how he loved hunting animals (which was probably why his name was Hunter).
When we were done, Hunter took me home. I was about to open the door to go in, but Huter touched my hand.
"I had a really nice time," He blushed.
"Umm, yeah," I forced a smile.
"Let's do this again sometime." Hunter said, getting closer.
"Well, I don't know..." I scrunched up my nose. Hunter kissed my cheek and waved good-bye. Once he was gone, I headed inside. Sebastian was laying on the floor with a beer bottle in his hand. "Sebastian! You weren't supposed to be here 'till ten!" I gasped.
He looked up at me with a dizzy look.
"Oh, Alison!" He laughed. "I'm glad you're back... That man did it SOOO hard!"
I walked up to Sebastian. His shirt wasn't buttoned up all the way, he smelt like beer, and his cheeks were pinker than usual, he was drunk.
"Oh, my gosh..." I sighed.
Sebastian got on his knees and wrapped his arms around my legs. "Oh, ma chérie sexy ... Nous allons avoir des rapports sexuels ce soir ... Oh, oui, ma chérie sexy ... ce sexe se transforme en un combat ..." He sang.
"I don't know what you're saying, but it sounds gross. Now get off of me." I demanded him.
Sebastian pushed me to the ground and got on top of me. He started jumping up and down. "This is how that man and I had sex! Giddy up, cowboy!" He yelled.
I shoved Sebastian off. "Wow, ma chérie, pourquoi tant de colère? Si vous voulez, je peux vous faire supplémentaire attends ..." He smiled.
"Stop! I don't even understand you!" I pouted.
I turned off the fire and got into bed.
"Wait for me!" He laughed while getting in next to me.
I lay down and sighed, he did the same thing.
"Sebastian..." I whispered. "Do you like to sing?"
He yawned. "Yes, yes I do..."
"Since when?" I asked.
"Since I started talking..." He answered me. "My mother loved teaching me French songs,"
"Oh, so you were speaking French?" I laughed.
"Mmhmm..." He sighed.
"Can you sing for me?" I smiled.
"Okay..." Sebastian cleared his throat and
started. "Pourquoi dois-je chanter?
Dois-je marcher? Dois-je parler? Ne courons-nous? Nous avons le plaisir? Nous nous amusons. Paradichlorobenzène ...
Parce que je t'aime, tu m'aimes? Parce que je fais. Mais vous n'avez pas. Paradichloro ... ben ... benzène ..." I was about to ask him why he stopped, but he was already asleep.