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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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"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.

She was again face down in the bed, sprawled and perfectly happy. Though it could be a tad warmer in here. She could put clothes on to combat that but it would mean she would have to get up. So, no. Instead she will lay there and not quite doze off.

She had no idea how long it had been before Hesher showed up. She vaguely made out him shuffling into the room. Felix made just enough effort to roll onto her side and hold out her hand and whine, "Open it..."

He handed her the already open and slightly over half-full bottle he had already started on. After all, she was piss-drunk, and he wasn't, so he'd get the unopened bottle. It was only logical that he'd get more beer than her at this point.

He settled on the other side of the bed with his back against the headboard as he finished eating his sandwich. "So. You gonna be all boring and pass out?" he wondered between bites.

She whined again, but didn't even notice that he handed her the half drunken one. She sighed softly and made a face up at him. This was really just ridiculous. She was this drunk and he was here and gah, who cared.

"What do you mean boring? I'm not boring..." and another gulp from the beer.

He toed off his boots and they fell to the floor with a clunking sound.

"If you pass out then yeah, you're fuckin' boring. And by the looks of things, you can barely lift your head off the pillow."

He popped the last of the sandwich into his mouth and proceeded o lick some smeared mayo off his fingers.

"I ain't gonna fuck you if you pass out."

"I not that bad, I'm comfy," she mumbled before she finally rolled onto her back as he commented on not fucking her if she passed out. "I should be grateful you won't," she giggled and then was tugging off the strapless bra she was wearing.

See, Felix already had no shame. She had no shame as a drunk either. It was probably worse. She stretched out, hands over her head. Her beer had ended up on the night stand. "If I promise not to pass out will you?"

"Yeah. Sure." He wasn't really in a risk to, though. Yeah, he was kinda drunk. Over tipsy, at least. But he wasn't that drunk.

Heh. Boobs. But also, beer. He twisted off the cap of the new bottle and drank deeply.

He was still thinking she woudl pass out.

He made it sound like such a burden. If he didn't et to it she would really pass out. She wasnt quite at that point yet, but you never know. Then there was the fact that yeah, she really was fucking cold. "Nn..." she whined again, this time curling over into her side and getting into the fetal position.

Hesher might not be the nicest guy around. But that said, he was still thinking that Felix might not be up for sex at the moment. He did have his principles, and fucking a girl this drunk? He wasn't too sure if he should.

"Hey. If you're gonna puke then turn the other way," he said when she whined and curled up. "Don't puke on me. Puke on the floor."

"I'm not! 'S cooold...." another whine. She poked him in the hip. It was a signal that wasn't clarified. She then snuggled up, shoving herself under the blankets. Okay, maybe she was planning on sleeping instead.

"Either get in bed and keep me warm or go away," she snorted a laugh at the end if that.