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"Fuck you!" Felix screamed back to the bouncer at the door. She was walking backwards in a pair of five inch heels, quite the feat for a girl this drunk. As she finally turned, she flipped her middle finger as a final gesture as she stumbled away. This block had lots of bars she could get into.

Right now, she was all done up for the night, an asymmetrical mini dress with one shoulder strap. She was wearing a suit jacket she'd taken from one of the patrons. She did it to help a friend of hers woo him to bed. It meant he'd have to call her later for the jacket. Felix had no problem being the drunken wingman.

And in her wandering to the next bar she spotted someone she thought she recognized. "Hey, bitch!" really not sure who she was yelling at.

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Hesher wasn't in this area to go on some bar-crawl. Beer in bars cost way too fucking much for him to bother with it. No, he was there to get his hands on some weed. Lost of people milling about, there was sure to be someone holding. But so far any of the ones he recognized and had bought from before were out. So no weed yet. Typical. He was really in the mood for it too.

Say, didn't know that voice from somewhere? He looked around briefly. But there were no shortage of drunken chicks about, screaming on their top of their lungs. Why did women do that?

But then he did spot her. "He-ey! It's you!" What was her name again?

It's okay. She couldn't remember his name either. She stepped closer and narrowed her eyes and realized oh yeah, that guy. "You are the asshole who fucked me that one time," oh how specific. She laughed and threw an arm around his shoulder.

"Here," she stepped back and pulled the coat off and handed it to him. "Put this on, we're going in there," she pointed to a bar near by. Or she pointed at the alley beside it. No, actually the bar.

"Two times!" He jeered back, grinning wide.

Oho? And here he'd thought she didn't want to have anything to do with him ever again, and she was dragging him with her into a bar. Interesting.

Well, the pot could wait for later, or even for another day. He put the jacket on and followed along. He wasn't too sure that they would even be let in. She was drunk as hell, and he was, well... He was himself, and wasn't too sober either. But to give them a fair chance he wrapped his arm around her waist to help her walk straight, and put on his most easy-going and sure face. Attitude really was what it was all about.

Felix smiled at the bouncer as Rey approached. He didn't look too sure about them but with a little support from that one guy from that one time, she was able to smile and fake it. He stepped aside and let them both in and once inside she went straight to the bar.

"I knew they wouldn't let me in without someone else," he said back to him, reaching back and patting his ass. "Good game... you. What the fuck was your name?" She leaned on the bar and ordered a drink that she wouldn't remember later.

"What the fuck was yours?" He countered. She really seemed to be more agreeable when she was drunk. "Some guy's name, wasn't it?"

When the drink arrived he immediately claimed it. She had dragged him in here, so she could keep him with drinks. "It's Hesher."

"It's Felix," she holds out her hand to shake his, "Nice to meet you again Hesher." Yeah, she was just a little different as a drunk. She didn't really care what was going on as long as she had a drink.

She didn't even blink when he stole her drink. She just ordered another one, standing strangely close to her fake date she picked up outside. Her drink finally came and she sucked down half of it first. "How much you wanna bet I'll get us kicked out by hitting on the bartender over there?" it was the female bartender she was pointing to.

"Aw, c'mon. That's way to fuckin' easy. Getting her number without getting kicked out, now that's more worth betting on." Not that he had much to bet with, but that was another matter.

"Another game is to see with how few words you can get thrown out." He was pretty sure he could get it down to one.

Sed forget there was a bet involved by the end of this anyway. "Oh, I could get her number easy. Don't even get me started on the numbers I could. I'd bet you can't get the dude's number," she flails a point that guy's direction.

"That though... I have no doubt you could do. That word shit," she acknowledged, taking another drink... Which nearly finished the glass. She held it up and shook it at the male bartender. He seemed weary of her already.

He was studying the male bartender, and then realized he was in luck. He'd met this guy before, at some party or other. They had mutual acquaintances. Hehe. "I can't? Watch this."

He took a few steps away from her, over to the bartender where he was mixing up the next drink. Then he gestured for him to come closer. What followed was a quick and hushed conversation, completely drowned out by the noise in the bar and only audible to the two. A minute later the bartender drew back, grinned, and scribbled down a number on a piece of paper which he handed over to Hesher. Hesher took a bow and walked back to Felix as he tucked the note into the chest pocket of his shirt. Grinning he set out to lower the volume in his glass.

He had not at all been flirting with the guy. He's just asked him if he knew Stevie, and if he knew that there was a huge party going down in a few days, and that if he gave over his number, Hesher could call with the time and the place. But Felix didn't have to know that.

"Bull-fucking-shit!" she cursed as he walked back over. God damn, she was being shown up by a fucking pothead. Damn. "How the fuck did you pull that off?" she slurred. She was so absolutely surprised.

Felix got her second drink, downed half again and then looked at Hesher. "Alright, fine... you win that one," she bumbled into her glass. She wasn't sober enough to doubt it right now.

He just grinned as he drank from his glass. Sometimes saying nothing could make people make up the most amazing things about you.

"So how come you're out all by your lonesome?" And where had she gotten this jacket that he was wearing. He might even try to hold on to it, just because.

"I was bar hopping with friends. Someone was hitting on a friend of mine and I got in his face. Some bitchy cunt who was with him got in my face, so I threw an elbow to her jaw," there was enough going on that no one could really tell what had happened and now with her gone, what was anyone gonna do?

"Decided to finish out the night alone," she finished her drink this time she didn't ask for another.

Hesher on the other hand did ask for another, signaling that she was paying for it.

But, she'd gotten in a fight? Hesher suddenly got a vision of a wild catfight, though that probably didn't have too much to do with reality.

"And the jacket? Kinda looks a bit big for you." It was too big for him, skinny and borderline malnourished as he was.

She laughed, "I stole it off the back of a guy's chair before I left." No use in explaining the whole thing. After all, he could come up with his own fucking story, she was sure. Besides the fact that she really did like keeping something a mystery.

The bartender wandered back and she threw down her credit card at him to pay for whatever and then she'd be done. So she thought at least. She said something extremely lewd about how she'd be happy to pay him to come to bed with her later. He didn't quite look impressed but charged her card and came back with the receipt.

She stole it? Well, then he was definitely keeping it. Must go through the pockets asap, there might be something fun in there.

He laughed at her harassing the barman. He was assuming that she wasn't seriously trying to flirt with him, but was rather just being obnoxious. Because she couldn't be dumb enough to think that that would work.

"Goin' already? Then who's gonna be paying for my drinks?"

No, she wasn't actually trying. She planned on jut saying something stupid because she could. He wasn't amused with her, especially when she scribbled a picture or girl with her legs open instead of signing it. DW giggled to herself.

"The bartender likes you, ask him," she snarks, standing up and nearly backing up into some guy who shot her a dirty luck and told her to watch out. Felix then shoved him a little, "If you wanna rub up on me, all you gotta do is ask!"

And of course, there's a girl with him. "How man black eyes do I have to give tonight! Step back, whore."

People often asked him what was wrong with him. More accurately, they would yell 'what the fuck in wrong with you?' But now Hesher was sort of absentmindedly wondering what was wrong with Felix. Eh, whatever. She was bitchy when sober, and fun and bitchy when drunk.

He wasn't stepping in to avert the trouble. Oh no, he just turned so he could watch while he was finishing up his drink.

He really couldn't believe she was aggressive? No? It made sense to her. He didn't know much about her but when you grew up playing on a boys hockey team and then eating the shit out of girls on roller skates, yeah, you developed some aggression issues. There was the mixed martial arts but that was a hobby.

The girl didn't back up and oh, this is Felix in your face. It escalated quickly before she could really do anything and the next thing she knew, Felix had thrown a fist at the girl's face, but missed as some guy had yanked her back. She shrieked and was being carried out of the bar.

Hesher laughed to himself, thinking he just might have caught the rerun here, since he missed the event the first time around.

So he could stay and try to weasel drinks out of someone else. It was unlikely by the looks of things right now. And after this the bartenders had their eye on him. Best get out of there.So he finished his drink and set after Felix, guessing he would catch up with her out on the street. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

Damn bar. Couldn't they see she wasnt te problem? Jesus Christ. Felix started off down the street. Only now she didn't have a damned jacket. This was just getting stupid at this point. She figured she may as well hail a cab and go home. Right now she was standing at the curb, not even hailing one, just looking like she was lost.

Hesher was a bit behind her, but following her. She wasn't easy to miss. But he did catch up when she stopped at the curb. Again he did his just-show-up-and-say-nothing thing.

And he wasn't giving up the jacket.

Felix finally thre her hand up as a cab approached. They pulle up to the curb and she stepped down, opening the door and and giving the driving the address. She did finally turn to him and raise an eyebrow. She wasnt asking for the jacket back. Naw, he could keep it. What did she care, but still.

"You coming?" she asked, not totally sure why. She adjusted her dress again, taking of her other shoe.

"Yup." He was quick to get in after her. Standing there he'd decided that he might as well crash at her place, now that she seemed to be more agreeable than last time. Who knew, if he played his cards right, maybe - just maybe - he could get a place to crash at more times. Hmm, he never ever played by anyone else's rules, though, so people tended to think he didn't play his cards right.

She gets in and he follows. It's not to far back to her place and again, there's again the fact that she can't walk straight, but there's no one to impress now. She makes it to the elevator and the into her apartment with him following. Before she is even in her bedroom she has pulled her dress off and dropped it on the floor.

Felix proceeded to collapse onto her bed, and grumble into the pillow. She turned her head so she could yell a second later, "Get me a beer from the fridge!"

Hesher did go to the fridge. There he took out two beers and opened one, but he didn't go into the bedroom after that. See, the thing was that he didn't like it when people ordered him to do things. Ever. Buuuut, there was still a fairly naked girl involved here. Which was a reason to head on in there.

But as if to make a point of not doing as she said, he decided to look through the contents of her fridge first. He was kind of hungry, after all. The big problem with this plan was that she might have fallen asleep once he got into the bedroom, what with her being so drunk and all. Which meant: nookie? No. He wasn't that much of an asshole. But at least it looked like he'd have a warm and comfortable place to sleep, and the possibility of nookie in the morning. Unless she got all pissy again. Although, he had gotten laid last time, even though she was pissy.

And so he made himself a sandwich, and had gotten halfway through that and his own bottle of beer before before he took himself, the food and the beer into the bedroom.