reunion (Blaze)

[David Blaze]

David stumbled from the car, letting her carry him partway before tripping and falling, landing harshly on the ground. He rolled onto his back, looking up at the sky and laughing a little.

"Ten...Ten shots...I won ret? Ret...ret...right. Right?"

He was having trouble speaking- again, David was a large person, but having never in his life drank before he was doing pretty good. Ten shots of hard A was something to be proud of as far as he was concerned. He sighed, suddenly feeling very calm. He was mentally combatting the drinks, trying his best to stay in control...but it didn't happen. At least not for a long time. He used the sudden opportunity to speak.

"Bastille, i think i need sleep."

Of course, what he said was different then he felt. There was no way he would be sleeping anytime soon. He wondered how much Bastille had to drink, and if he looked as truly rediculous as he felt.

Probably worse, as was his luck.

'Make your first date memorable David, way to go...'

[Bastille]

Instead of helping him up she knelt down to hang over top of him. She poked his nose and smirked. Forgive her for being a girl, but right now he looked good. She pouted and frowned at herself. This was shameful behavior, but she kept going. She leaned down to kiss his lips right there on the side walk. After a minute she pulled him to his feet with little to no effort and pushed him inside laying him on the couch. She then came back in a big t-shirt and shorts while she brought him water and some greasy looking burgers.

“get these down and you wont have a hang over in the morning…Homi keeps them stocked”…

She smirked and sat beside him with a grin.

“you drank a lot for your first time Blaze…but I don’t want to force you ok…so ill help you get better and make sure its affects don’t kill you with pain” she smiled at the chance to repent for making him drink. He probably felt awkward.

[David Blaze]

David kissed her back, letting his tongue slide over hers smoothely. He thought about the feel of it more then he would have normally, of the texture and taste- it was so exotic for some reason. He opened his eyes, suddenly finding himself on the couch, looking up at a gorgeous young thang with some food and water. He took a couple bites before laying back down, swallowing and gasping. He chuckled. "Man...i don't think i'll be doing that again...at least not for a few days..." He felt dizzy, and unable to control his motor functions.

"You know, i have a very violent urge to pick you up and see how many places in this house we can fuck in or on before dawn..."

What the hell?

Oh god...the booze was getting to his speech...now he was just speaking his mind without a filter...shit.

Lets see how this goes down...