I jugged the last of my beer, and relaxed my feet on the diner table. On nights like this I usually find someone to fuck, but instead I rolled my head back and thought of life.
In the corner of my eye, I could see a pair of green eyes resting on mine. I turned to him and smiled slyly. He walked over to me and slid next to me with his beer-coated breath and whispered," I'm right across the street, in that apartment, room 310." He didn't take one glance at me as he left for home.
I smiled and sprang up, following behind him closely. I met him outside the apartments. "So, I some $2 whore in youur mind, aye?" I yelled.
He laughed," Pretty much."
I gritted my teeth, but looking at his drunk face made me smile. "Fuck you," I laughed and walked over to kiss him. His tongue tasted of whiskey and scotch, bad combo although very interesting journey.
Faster than I knew it, we were on his couch, making out. I pulled away," I say this to dudes everyday: Where's your fucking condomn?" He grinned.
"Slut," He joked placing on the birth protection.
"Damn right," I replied.
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