Post by lina on May 29, 2012 13:52:27 GMT -8
December 23rd, 2011, 10:45 PM
What night was it again? Lina couldn't exactly remember. You see the red head had managed to get herself heavily smashed before 10 PM. Well, maybe not as heavily as you're thinking, but she was sure laughing pretty loudly as she walked arm in arm with the bloke she was going home from. What was his name again? T... T something. Tom? Thomas? Trevor? No, none of those sounded right. Tim? Tony? Yeah, that was it. Tony. Tony something or other. Who only knew her as Lee, like all the boys she went home with did. The young woman had even managed to pick some pockets at the bar before she picked Tony up for a night of fun.
How many shots had she done? Double digits at least. Lina was good at kicking back the vodka, and Tony was far worse for wear than she was. The red head was hoping to at least get a bit of fun out of him before he passed out, but at least she'd have a warm place to lay her head for the night. She continued to put one foot in front of the other, helping Tony along as they made their way to his flat. The snow, god it reminded her of Russia sometimes. Those faint childhood memories of snow floating from the sky. Why was she thinking about that? Oh yes, she was drunk. She always got sentimental when she got knackered.
They managed to find his place pretty easily, and he only dropped his keys twice before they were through the door. Of course Lina was dressed as normal. Black leather jacket, thick dark blue scarf, white tank top, tight jeans, and black combat boots. Her scarf and jacket hit the floor almost instantly, and her combat boots were working their way off as she pressed her lips to Tony's. He tasted like beer and cig smoke. He was a bit over six foot, so Lina had to pull him down to properly kiss him. Blonde, hair a bit longer than she liked, and clean shaven. He was a nice enough bloke, but her thoughts were wandering even as she pressed her lips to his. Now why was she thinking about someone else while this was going on? Drunk. She was drunk, and the bloke she was thinking about had made a bit of an impression on her or something. She was just curious, that was all.
Of course, sadly for the duo planning on a night of good carnal fun, they weren't alone in Tony's flat. They just hadn't noticed yet in their drunken, laughing state. Tony's jacket came off, as well as his shirt and shoes, and that was when a chill went up Lina's spine. Someone was watching her. Something felt wrong. She pushed against Tony, shoving him away from her in a sharp move that suggested that maybe she wasn't as drunk as she was hoping for. Then again that chill was helping her sober up. Just who the hell was here anyways. The red head looked around, her blue-green gaze fell on her and only one word left her mouth. "SHIT!" This wasn't going to be good in the least bit.
What night was it again? Lina couldn't exactly remember. You see the red head had managed to get herself heavily smashed before 10 PM. Well, maybe not as heavily as you're thinking, but she was sure laughing pretty loudly as she walked arm in arm with the bloke she was going home from. What was his name again? T... T something. Tom? Thomas? Trevor? No, none of those sounded right. Tim? Tony? Yeah, that was it. Tony. Tony something or other. Who only knew her as Lee, like all the boys she went home with did. The young woman had even managed to pick some pockets at the bar before she picked Tony up for a night of fun.
How many shots had she done? Double digits at least. Lina was good at kicking back the vodka, and Tony was far worse for wear than she was. The red head was hoping to at least get a bit of fun out of him before he passed out, but at least she'd have a warm place to lay her head for the night. She continued to put one foot in front of the other, helping Tony along as they made their way to his flat. The snow, god it reminded her of Russia sometimes. Those faint childhood memories of snow floating from the sky. Why was she thinking about that? Oh yes, she was drunk. She always got sentimental when she got knackered.
They managed to find his place pretty easily, and he only dropped his keys twice before they were through the door. Of course Lina was dressed as normal. Black leather jacket, thick dark blue scarf, white tank top, tight jeans, and black combat boots. Her scarf and jacket hit the floor almost instantly, and her combat boots were working their way off as she pressed her lips to Tony's. He tasted like beer and cig smoke. He was a bit over six foot, so Lina had to pull him down to properly kiss him. Blonde, hair a bit longer than she liked, and clean shaven. He was a nice enough bloke, but her thoughts were wandering even as she pressed her lips to his. Now why was she thinking about someone else while this was going on? Drunk. She was drunk, and the bloke she was thinking about had made a bit of an impression on her or something. She was just curious, that was all.
Of course, sadly for the duo planning on a night of good carnal fun, they weren't alone in Tony's flat. They just hadn't noticed yet in their drunken, laughing state. Tony's jacket came off, as well as his shirt and shoes, and that was when a chill went up Lina's spine. Someone was watching her. Something felt wrong. She pushed against Tony, shoving him away from her in a sharp move that suggested that maybe she wasn't as drunk as she was hoping for. Then again that chill was helping her sober up. Just who the hell was here anyways. The red head looked around, her blue-green gaze fell on her and only one word left her mouth. "SHIT!" This wasn't going to be good in the least bit.