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Tweak says, "I've had better reasons..."

Abrianna Conti (abrianna_conti) wrote in vivaitalia,
@ 2008-08-23 23:22:00

Fancy meeting you here ..
WHO: Abrianna & Andrew
WHAT: Running into each other off-duty.
WHERE: Some club in town.
WHEN: About 1am.
RATING: R
OPEN? Nope, AIM log!

ANDREW: It was his first night off in weeks. Usually, he'd get two days, and it made his job pretty tolerable. But lately, things had seemed more nervous around the Marino camp, and Andrew was on protection duty at Charlie's house more often. He'd been there, every night, for 2 weeks, just watching and making sure order was upkept. Nothing had happened, not that Andrew had seen. Beyond the random encounter with Abrianna the other night, nothing exciting had occurred.

So, when he was finally told to take the night off, Andrew did just that. He headed out to a small club he frequented, taking a seat at the bar and only half-way listening to the band on stage. It seemed that they were trying to pull off an L7 type thing, but the lead singer sounded like someone was strangling a cat. Not pleasant, but better than being in a suit sitting in a car all night.

3 shots and 4 beers later, he was feeling no pain. In fact, the band seemed to have gotten better. Maybe they just needed warm up time. Or maybe he'd put on the beer headphones. Who knew? After taking another shot, Andrew spun on his stool, leaning his elbows into the bar top and taking in the room. No one had caught his eye just yet, but he might as well look. Since, y'know, Racky McNanny was off limits.

ABRIANNA: Normally, Abrianna didn’t mind staying home and hanging out with the kids once Charlie relieved her of her duties. She would lay on the living room floor with Anna and color in a coloring book, or she’d play video games with Felix. But tonight, after being cooped up in the house with the kids all summer, Abri needed a night off. She loved those kids, she really did, but she just needed some grown-up time. She was positive that nobody could fault her for that … everyone needed time away. It was just the way the world worked. She needed time to hang out with some friends, and just enjoy herself.

Her friends were intent on going to this club in town, and though Abrianna wasn’t in the mood for really loud music, shitty loud music at that, she decided ‘what the hell?’ and went with them. As soon as she walked in, she scrunched her face up, looking around. Seriously? Oh well, at least she could get a beer and have a good time. Or, at least try to have a good time. Pushing through the crowd, Abri spotted a booth that was open in the back, and she headed in that direction, towing her friends behind her. She wasn’t twenty-one yet (only a month left), but that didn’t stop her from ordering alcohol. She was never questioned, since she looked like she could be twenty-one.

A few beers later, Abri was feeling pretty good. She and her friends decided to join the small group of people that had gotten up and started dancing on the floor, and she made her way over there, running her hands through her hair. She closed her eyes and moved her body to the beat of the music, dancing with one of her friends. She was pretty good at moving her body while she danced, and within a few minutes had turned down about five different offers from guys to dance. She knew of one guy that she wouldn’t turn down if he were to ask, but he was probably back at her house, watching the house from his car. Boring.

ANDREW: His eyes roamed the crowd, still searching for something to peak his interest. Andrew was sick of being the guy that took care of people. With too much booze working it's way through his system, adding in the fact that the greasy onion rings he'd eaten when he'd arrived didn't seem to be sopping anything up worth a damn, it seemed liquid courage seemed to be his wingman for the night.

Sliding from the stool, Andrew pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and headed for the back door. He'd smoke a butt, then maybe circle the dance floor and see if he could get a closer look on something passable enough to come home with him. If not home, then at least to the back seat of his car. If not even that, maybe the alley. His standards were not especially high right then.

As he pulled a cigarette from the pack, a familiar looking face passed him in the crowd, headed for the dance floor. He spun on the spot, watching the brunette walk away surrounded by a few friends. He moved forward, pushing up onto his toes to get a better look, but she seemed to have vanished.

Nah, he slurred to himself. "Couldn't be. She's not even 21, anyway. That girl had a wristband. Naaaaaah. Andrew made a slightly tipsy turn and headed to the back door, finding a cheap plastic lawn chair and parking it, taking a very long drag from his cigarette. His eyes looked over the people outside, and he was disappointed. No one was catching his eye tonight. He damned well knew why, but someone who didn't look like they'd give him something if he poked them would've been awesome.

ABRIANNA: After a few moments on the dance floor, Abri had found someone that she didn't mind dancing with. it wasn't who she had been thinking of, but he wasn't hideous, either. She slid her arms around the guy's neck, dancing right up next to him. Her friends were encouraging her to continue dancing with him, of course. They were horrible friends, encouraging her to do whatever they thought would be the best thing, which never really is the best thing. But she kept them around anyway.

The longer she danced with him, the more annoyed she got. He wouldn't stop grabbing at her tits, or her ass, and she was starting to be over it. "Okay, grabby-hands ... move on," she told him, patting him on the chest and trying to move away from him. Of course, he wouldn't let her move away from him, and he grabbed her arms, pulling her back to him. She groaned, trying to push him away, but he wouldn't let her do it. She glanced over at her friends, but they had conveniently turned their backs on her.

Trying to push him away yet again, his hands moved down to her ass, pulling her against him again. "Jesus Christ, leave me the fuck alone," she groaned, trying to push him away. He wouldn't let her, and she started getting pissed off. "Okay, you have like five seconds to let me go, or I'm gonna punch you in the fucking face," she said. He pinned her arms to her body, so she couldn't move.

'Come on, baby. You're just asking for it. Don't try to pretend like you don't like it,' he smirked at her. Abrianna groaned, trying to get her arms free. She spit into his face, trying to get him to let her go, to no avail.

ANDREW: He finished his cigarette and headed back inside, his eyes still looking for something, anything worth his time. Sighing and feeling let down at his prospects for the night, he headed back to the bar. A few people bumped into him as they moved away from something, but he ignored it. It was probably some couple stupid enough to come to a club together and he was probably looking at boobs. It was how it went, pretty much every Saturday night around here.

When he heard a woman's voice telling someone to get off her, he turned. A scuffle seemed to be starting in the center of the dance floor, the same brunette he'd seen trying to fend of a guy who seemed to lack the 'get a clue' meter in his brain. From his angle, he could tell the girl had just spit in the guys face. "Nice!" Andrew exclaimed, but when the guy didn't let her go, Andrew's face turned very serious. He moved through the crowd, weaving through bodies until he was behind the guy. He tapped him on the shoulder, and said "Let her go." The guy was taller than the girl, so Andrew couldn't see her face, but knew from how tense the guys hands were that he was hurting her.

The guy chuckled and told him to get lost. When he heard a small whimper from the girl followed by obscenities and further requests that he let her go, Andrew's hand balled into a fist. He drew his arm back, coiling the muscles in his shoulder and chest, turning his body with his arm. He unleashed the full force of the low punch into the guy's left kidney. "Let her go, now." The guy shoved her away, then, slightly bent on the side that had just had a vital organ pretty well bruised, turned on Andrew, swinging wide. Andrew shifted his body and the punch missed, but felt another land hard to his shoulder. Andrew reared back and aimed a shot directly at the guy's nose, satisfied with the sickening crack and the spout of blood that came immediately. The guy stumbled backwards and fell on his ass.

Andrew looked over to see if the girl was okay, and spotted, of all people, Abrianna. His face turned from a satisfied smirk to a narrow scowl, and he stepped over the guy, grabbing Abrianna by the elbow and dragging her behind him outside. "What the fuck???" He turned and looked at her, his eyebrows so high they could've been in his hairline.

ABRIANNA: She was really starting to get frustrated with the guy, since he wouldn't let her go, and she was just about to knee him in the balls, when someone came up behind him and requested that he leave her alone. The asshole had her arms pinned to her sides, he wasn't planning on leaving her alone anytime soon. Rolling her eyes, Abri stood there, still wriggling, trying to get herself free. Before she knew what was happening, she had been pushed to the ground, landing on her ass and hitting her head against the ground. Her friends had long since disappeared ... well, fuck. Some friends. Now she'd have to find another way to get home. This was why Abrianna rarely came out.

Sitting there on the ground, afraid to get up since the douchebag who had previously been holding her was flailing his arms around like a fish out of water, Abrianna rose a hand to the back of her head, pretty sure they'd be a small bump there when she woke up tomorrow. Wonderful. Turning her attention to the fight going on above her, Abrianna tried to get a good look at the guy who had helped her out, wondering what he looked like. He definitely knew how to fight, that much she could tell.

She made a face as she heard the crack, even over the music, of the other guy's nose breaking, and she shook her head. Disgusting. Well, the asshole deserved it. If he hadn't been so insistant upon holding her fucking hostage, maybe he wouldn't have a broken nose right about now. Just about to get up and make her way outside, Abrianna couldn't even get a hand on the ground before someone had grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her outside. Jesus Christ, here we go again. Did the other guy think that she required 'payment' for helping her? Fuck that, she hadn't asked him to step in.

Once outside, Abrianna turned and got a good look at who it was, and she rose her brows into the air. PERFECT. "Don't 'what the fuck' me," she said, reaching into her pocket for her cigarettes and pulling one out, lighting it. She was preparing herself for the tongue-lashing that she as about to get ... she'd need nicotine for that. "Hello to you, too," she said, giving him a smartassed grin.

ANDREW: He stared at her, his jaw slightly gaping. She didn't seem at all concerned that she'd just nearly been assaulted inside a club that she shouldn't have been in anyway, and it looked like she was drunk (though, not as far gone as he was), and what the fucking fuck. "Don't." He put up a hand at her sarcastic bullshit, shaking his head. "You seriously are a fucking idiot.

After a few moments, Andrew got his temper under control. His adrenaline had just spiked some, so he had to stop himself from really railing on her. She might've been acting like a fucking idiot, but he didn't want to stand here and insult her. Besides, except for the red marks on her arm where the retard inside had grabbed her, she looked really fucking nice, and it gave him a second to look her over.

"What the hell are you doing here? And why are you here alone? Are you really looking to get yourself hurt?" Sure, he might've been at the same place, alone, but then again he also had a gun strapped to his ankle and the ability to fight. Maybe she had some knowledge of self defense, but... Sighing, he rolled his eyes. "I'm taking you home."

ABRIANNA: Raising a brow as he held a hand up at her, Abri crossed her arms over her chest. "Excuse me? You don't even know me, you don't get to call me a fucking idiot," she said, shaking her head. Unfortunately, she couldn't keep herself from checking him out as he stood in front of her. Stupid alcohol ... she shouldn't have drank. But then again, how was she supposed to know that she'd run into him here? She didn't know his schedule, she thought he was sitting in front of her house in his car, chain-smoking like he did every night. Not that Abri watched him every night or anything ...

She wasn't exactly very aware of what was going on, she was kind of drunk. So she wasn't aware of it at all when his eyes looked her over. Shaking her head a little, she reached a hand up and patted his chest, groaning softly. She wasn't sure what to say, so she just listened to him, rolling her eyes. Once he finished yelling at her, she rose a brow at him and rose a hand up at him.

"Okay, first of all? I didn't come here alone. My friends came here with me, but I'm just not 100% sure where they are right now," she said, shrugging. "And second of all, I'm not getting myself hurt. That guy in there, that was just a pervert who didn't know what the word 'no' means," she added. She watched as he thought, and then he told her he was going to take her home. "Um, no. I don't think so. I'm a big girl, Andrew, I can stay out if I want to stay out," she said, pulling her arm out of his grasp and taking a step away from him. She took a drag off of her cigarette, shaking her head as she blew the smoke out of her lungs.

ANDREW: Andrew scoffed and shook his head. "Wow, can you hear yourself right now? 'I'm not sure where my friends are', 'I can stay out if I want to stay out', blah blah blah. You sound like a 5 year old. Seriously, what the hell are you doing here? You aren't even of age." His voice lowered, his eyes drifting to the nearby bouncer, making sure he hadn't heard anything. While Andrew was irritated that Abrianna was here, he was going to make sure he took her out of here, and that she got home safe. Getting thrown out could lead to something bad.

She wrenched her arm from his grasp, and he rolled his eyes. "You are a pain in the ass. Fine, if you want to pull this bullshit, I'm pulling some even better bullshit." Andrew took his cell phone out of his pocket, scrolling through the phone book until he came across an entry that said "Marino-Fletcher (House)", then he held the phone out just far enough that Abrianna could see it. "If you're not going to let me take you home in one piece and make sure you make it into the house without getting caught, fuck it. I'll call Charlie and ask her to come pick up her nearly assaulted, shitfaced nanny. Should go over awesome."

It was a bluff for now, but if necessary, he would call her.

ABRIANNA: Rolling her eyes as he threatened to call Charlie and have her come pick her up, Abrianna reached out to grab his phone from him, missing it of course. Andrew's reflexes were much faster than her own, and it wasn't even the fact that she was a little toasted that had him faster than her. It just seemed to be a natural ability when it came to him. Which didn't really surprise her ... he worked for the Marinos for fuck sake, he had to be fast and good with his reflexes.

Taking another drag off her cigarette, she blew the smoke out of her lungs and tossed the cigarette away, crossing her arms over her chest and turning to face him. "Fine. I'll compromise with you," she said, reaching one hand up to run through her hair before she tucked some of it behind her ear. "I'll let you take me home, 'make sure I get there safely'," she added, lifting her hands in the air and doing air quotes. "But, I want to stay for a little bit longer. I'll stay away from creep boy on the dance floor, that's fine. Whatever. But this is my first night off in a long time, and I want to have fun," she said, about two steps away from pouting.

"Okay, Andrew, think about this," she said, bringing her hands in front of her and pressing them together, the tips of her fingers resting on her mouth for a moment before she continued talking. "I am with two little kids all day long. Every day, all day long, it's kid stuff. Morning to night. Now, I love those little kids with all of my heart, but sometimes I want to get out and do my own thing. You can understand that, right?" she asked, basically pleading with him to let her stay out. Which pissed her off, she shouldn't have to plead with him for anything.

But she also didn't want him calling Charlie and giving her up.

ANDREW: He did get that she needed time away from the kids. He needed time away from sitting outside a fucking house all night long. Andrew understood. But he didn't like the fact that she was here, getting felt up by some random guy who couldn't take no for an answer, and she was drunk. It wasn't a good situation, and the job side of him was telling him to get her the fuck out of there.

But he wasn't working, right? And she wasn't the nanny for the night, right?

Andrew studied her for a long moment, chewing the inside of his lip. His toe tapped on the ground while he considered Abrianna staying there. If she was careful, and he stayed near her to give Handsy another punch in the kidneys, she'd be okay...

"Fine. But don't expect me to leave you alone, and you'd better not throw some kind of 10 year old hissyfit because I'm here, and you'd damned well better come with me when it's time to go. Another hour." He felt like a tool, laying down rules like he was a parent, but she was playing the role of spoiled child pretty well. "1 more hour, then we're out of here. And no more drinking."

ABRIANNA: She watched as he deliberated over whether he should let her stay, or take her home, and she rolled her eyes as he seemed to be having a hard time making that decison. She was just about to give him more reasons that she should be allowed to stay, but then he told her that they were going to stay. She almost threw her arms around him and hugged him, but figured that would be a bad idea. She lit another cigarette and watched him as he talked, laying down ground rules for their time there, and she rolled her eyes.

He really was so damn hot, she couldn't help but just stare as he talked. Sure, she had been seeing him from afar for about five months, but now that she had seen him up close, she couldn't stop looking at his face. She rose a brow and held her hand up. "No more drinking?" she asked, then sighed, running her hand over her face. "Fine, fine. No more drinking," she agreed, holding both her hands in the air, as if she were surrendering. She saluted him after he finished talking, a small smile on her face. "Yes, dad," she said, her smile growing a little bit as she looked at him.

Finishing her cigarette, she flicked it away and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the club with her. "Then, since I'm not allowed to drink, and you don't want to let me out of your sight apparently, we're going to dance," she told him, leading the way towards the dance floor.

ANDREW: "Ech," he made a noise of disgust as she called him dad, and shook his head. "If you wanna leave now, keep it up. Ass." He couldn't help the small smile that twitched at the corners of his mouth. That smile drifted away immediately as she said they were going to dance.

He tried to stall his steps as she tugged him along, but he was 8 drinks in at that point, and while the whole jackass situation had sobered him some, he was still drunk. Instead of stopping, he stumbled forward and caught himself before he knocked the both of them down. "No. No." His voice was slightly panicked. Dancing was bad. Dancing was clumsy, scene from Angel bad. No, no. "I don't dance," he said in a raised voice as they made their way closer to the speakers.

Soon, he was standing in the middle of a crowd who were all dancing, looking like an idiot, watching the brunette in front of him swinging her hips. God dammit, this is going to be embarrassing, he said to himself. He could move, somewhat, but if anyone asked him to do anything besides sway or turn in a circle, it was going to end in someone losing an eye. And it's all fun and games...

Then, before he knew it, his hands were on her sides, and his ass was a-shakin'.

ABRIANNA: She laughed as he made the 'ech' noise when she called him dad, and then shook her head. "No, I don't wanna leave. I'm sorry, I won't ever call you dad again," she said, smiling up at him. She was kinda drunk, and he was so hot ... she should really make him take her home now before she did something stupid. He was her bodyguard, for Christ sake. But, no. She wasn't going to be smart tonight. She didn't feel she needed to be. She would go with the flow, and have a good time.

Laughing again as he protested dancing, Abri grabbed both of his hands and pulled him towards the dance floor, walking backwards. "Come on! Please?" she asked, giving him her puppydog face. She was drunk, so she wasn't sure it would work on him, because it might not really look like a puppydog face. She rolled her eyes as he told her that he didn't dance, and was about to comment on that statement. But, as she was walking backwards, she bumped into someone and was pushed closer to him, her chest bumping against his. Glancing up at him, she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and smiled. "See? It's fated - you are supposed to dance with me," she said, nodding.

Before he could give her an answer on that, she started moving her hips, swaying to the music. She figured, maybe if she got dancing, then he'd start dancing too. At least, she hoped he would. It would just make things so much more fun if he danced with her. She rolled her eyes as he just stood there, wondering what exactly the two of them looked like. It probably looked like she was trying to seduce him ... which, if she were honest with herself, wasn't too far from the truth. "Come on, Andrew. Don't be a spoilsport," she smirked up at him, giving him one of her rarely used wide-mouth smiles.

She turned so her back faced him and moved up against him, reaching behind her and grabbing his hands, placing them on her sides and moving with the music. Before she knew it, she had dropped her hands, but his remained on her, and he was moving with the music against her. She closed her eyes and smirked to herself, raising one of her arms up to wrap around his neck behind her, not really sure what the hell she was doing.

ANDREW: Getting into the music wasn't that difficult, aided by the fact that if he just matched the pace of Abrianna's hips, which were very much on beat, it appeared that Andrew could, in fact, dance. Which wasn't the truth. If he made an attempt at moving his feet, the Carlton Banks-esque quality of his dancing would appear, and reveal him for the rhythmless white boy that he was. Instead, his hands remained on her hips, swaying with the music.

However, when her arm wrapped around his neck, Andrew was suddenly not paying attention to the music at all. Instead, he found himself burying his face into her hair, taking in her scent, floral mixed with stale cigarette smoke and beer. Sure, the last two weren't that appetizing, but what the hell. They were in a club, after all. Without thinking, his fingertips slid across her stomach, Andrew's hips swaying with hers a little more quickly.

God she smells ni- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?? Andrew jerked his head out of her hair and placed his hands lightly on her hips again, clearing his throat. No. Bad. Stop it. Dance, don't poke her in the ass. Andrew focused. Baseball, grandmothers with cookies, kittens, that 'horrors' part of 4chan, those two guys who you had to beat the fuck out of last month, mowing the lawn in 90% humidity... He took a deep breath, his hips slowing down, Andrew trying like hell to ignore the urge to nip her earlobe.

ABRIANNA: The music was pretty crappy, she had to admit. But there was really nothing that Abri could do to change that, so she just closed her eyes and let herself feel the rhythm. That was something she'd always been good at ... feeling the rhythm of something and going with it. She couldn't help but love the feel of Andrew's hands on her hips, moving along with the music ... it was something she could definitely get used to. Wait, what was she thinking? He was just doing his job, just keeping an eye on her. Even though he was off duty. He could have told her to shove it, left her there with that other prick who didn't know how to say no, but he didn't. And he could have left her here to fend for herself, but he didn't. He was working, while off the clock.

Oh well, she'd still have her fun. Abri felt it when his face buried into her hair, and she closed her eyes, tightening her grip around his neck and pushing herself more against him. To an outsider, she was sure it probably looked like they were going to end up horizontal later, which wouldn't be something Abri would mind. And it would probably look even better when the two of them left together. But she could really give a shit what other people thought. She was having fun, and she enjoyed dancing with Andrew. For what he said about not dancing, he wasn't doing a bad job. But then again, all they were basically doing was grinding with each other, honestly. Feeling his fingertips on her stomach, Abri sucked in a breath, her head leaning back against his shoulder. His hips moved against hers quicker, and she pushed herself more against him.

As quick as his fingers appeared on her skin, they were gone, and her eyes opened again. The alcohol in her system was telling her what to do at the moment, she couldn't stop herself from turning her head to run her nose along his neck. God, he smelled good. Fuck. She grabbed one of his hands from her side and moved it to her stomach again, the hand around his neck moving back to run her fingers through his hair. She didn't know where the feeling came from, but she wanted him really badly. This was not good. This was not good at all.

ANDREW: Resist. Resist. Resist. It was his silent mantra as he tried to ignore that she'd started grinding her hips back into his, that her nose was rubbing along his neck, that her hand had brought his back to where it had strayed before. Andrew was trying like hell to ignore it, but was finding it impossible. His fingertips trailed over her skin, feeling a thin sheet of sweat. The club was warm, and they were dancing, and she had been drinking... That's all it was, right?

He groaned quietly as her fingers trailed through his hair, his eyes closing and his head tilting into her hand. Soon, the hand on her stomach was acting of it's own accord again, his thumb catching the hem of her shirt. His palm moved across her stomach, fingertips tracing her ribcage. Andrew turned his head into hers, his lips brushing gently across her jaw, taking in her scent again. A low grumble came, and his hips stopped moving side to side, and instead rolled forward slightly, his hand not assaulting her stomach circling her waist and pulling her into him. Again, with actions seemingly out of his control and under the influence of her hips, her scent, and far too much booze, his lips pressed into her jaw, brushing along her throat.

Bad bad bad bad bad badbadbadBADBADBADBADSTOPNOW!!! The voice in his head was shouting, waving big giant 'you're a fucking moron' banners, strobe lights, spot lights, huge red stop signs. Andrew willed himself to stop, but damn she smelled good.

ABRIANNA: The more Abrianna felt his fingertips trailing over her skin, the more her skin felt like it was on fire. It was probably the combination of the alcohol, and the quickened heartbeat his fingers were giving her, but she didn't care. All she knew was that his hands felt so good on her, and she wasn't going to stop him anytime soon. His hand slid further up her stomach, under her shirt, and then she felt his lips against her jaw, and her neck. She closed her eyes again, her tongue moving out to wet her lips as she rested her head against his shoulder. He was about a foot taller than she was, so her head was right at his shoulder, making it very easy for her to reach. A small smirk crossed her lips as she heard his low grumble, and then felt his hips rolling into hers and his arm pulling her back into him. Now, these were arms that she wouldn't try to get out of. At all. She trusted these arms, and fuck, did she want these arms around her.

His hips continued circling around and rolling into her backside, and she turned her head again, pressing her lips to his neck, her fingers in his hair grabbing a small handful and pulling gently to direct his head to the side, giving her more room. The way his hips were moving into her, and his arm around her, it was almost too much for her to handle, and she has to resist from turning around and pushing him against a wall, crushing his lips with hers. She knew that would be bad. But this? This was almost innocent dancing. Abri couldn't help but let a low moan of approval slip between her lips when her mouth was near his ear, and she let go of his hair to run her fingertips along his the back of his neck. Her free hand moved down to run her fingertips along the bare portion of the arm that was wrapped around her, still pulling her against him.

She was about ten more seconds away from just saying 'fuck it' and giving into her desires.

ANDREW: Another groan came as her hips arced back into his and her lips pressed into his neck. The tug of her fingers in his hair sent chills down his spine, and he was having a very, very hard time with cognitive thought processes at the moment. Where were they? Why did he still have pants on? Was that her tongue on his skin? Oh jesus.

A bump to his shoulder brought him partway back around, but the lights coming up in an unceremonious flash brought him back to reality completely, and to the fact that he had his hand up Abrianna's shirt, that she was kissing his neck while stroking his arm, and he had a nice pup tent going on downstairs. Well, that's fucking awesome. Reluctantly he pulled away from her, clearing his throat and taking a step back once he knew she was going to remain upright. "Gonna hit the bathroom, be right back." He took long, loping steps toward the bathroom, turning on the cold tap at the sink and splashing as much cold water as he could handle onto his face. He was tempted to grab a cup and pour some down his pants, but figured the 'oops, I peed' look would be a bad one.

After a quick piss, Andrew washed his hands and jogged out of the bathroom, finding Abrianna waiting for him. He smirked at her sheepishly, then put a hand on her lower back, doing everything in his power to guide her out to the car, instead of into a dark corner where his hands in her pants might go unnoticed.

ABRIANNA: Abrianna's mouth attached itself to his neck, while her hand busied itself with stroking his arm that was wrapped around her. While she sucked on his neck, her tougue moved out every so often to tease the skin there, trying to illicit some kind of reaction ... a moan, a groan ... anything. His hand up her shirt was driving her crazy, she just wanted him to move it up a little bit further, only a tiny little bit, and then his fingers would have reached that rack that he loved oh-so-much. And she would be absolutely done for.

She was getting impatient with his slow-moving hand, and was just about to grab his hand and move it up for him, when he pulled away and cleared his throat, mumbling something about the bathroom. "Wait, what?" she called, but he had already turned and started walking in the direction of the bathrooms. Letting out a soft sigh of disappointment, she crossed her arms over her chest and waited, glancing around at the other people in the club. Her mind was still foggy from the alcohol, and all she knew was that she wanted Andrew ... she wanted him naked, she wanted him thrusting, and just ... fuck. She wanted him. Which was a very, very bad idea. But at the moment, she just didn't give a shit.

She was about to go looking for him in the bathroom when he reappeared, and then his hand was on her back and guiding her outside. That worked for her, she wanted a fucking cigarette anyway. Once outside, she felt around in her pockets for her cigarettes, pulling one out of the pack and then attempting to light it. She got the end lit, but then dropped the lighter. "Fuck," she cursed, bending down to pick it up and then shoved both the cigarettes and her lighter into her pocket. Before she realized what was going on, he had managed to get her into the front seat of his car, and she frowned. He was taking her home? After all that? What the FUCK?

ANDREW: He could read from her body language that she was pissed off that he was taking her home, and that apparently, she hadn't noticed the universal sign for 'club is closed, get the fuck out'. Andrew tried like hell to keep his eyes on the road, but found that he'd wander back to the small bit of skin her could see where her shirt and pants didn't quite meet, or glancing at the lips that had just been on his skin. With an internal groan of frustration, Andrew finally forced himself to ignore her by pressing the gas pedal in and gunning the car to 80. If he didn't pay attention, he'd kill them both.

The drive was silent, as Abrianna seemed pissed off, and Andrew wasn't sure he could say anything other than "the backseat is huge, let's fuck". He chewed on his lips, intent on keeping the car from swaying between the dashed white lines. Soon, they were on the offramp to Charlie's house. A few side streets later, and Andrew put the car into park, letting the engine idle.

He looked over at her, attempting a smile, but managing more of a grimace as he nearly sat on his hands to keep from grabbing her and pulling her to him.

ABRIANNA: The drive back to her house was silent, and yeah ... Abrianna was pretty pissed off. But, she quickly got over it, just staring out the window as she smoked her cigarette, flicking the butt onto the street when she finished it. She didn't know what to say to him, the only things running through her mind were things that would probably make a sailor blush. Resting her elbow on the door as he drove, Abrianna's free hand moved up and twirled strands of her hair, trying to keep her hand busy so it wouldn't grab his crotch or something while he was driving, making him lose control of the car and kill the both of them. She was still pretty drunk, but she was smart enough even drunk to know that grabbing his crotch would be bad.

Before she knew it, he had parked the car in front of Charlie's house, leaving it running. Glancing over at him, she saw him turn to look at her and give her an awkward attempt at a smile, and she snickered a little, shaking her head. "You're a shitty dancer," she managed, and then with absolutely no warning, she sprang out of her seat and climbed over him, straddling his hips and pressing her lips to his. Her hands moved up into his hair, and she wondered if he was going to kiss her back or if he was going to just sit there. She just hoped he didn't push her off of him, because then she might hit the horn, and that would wake Charlie up.

ANDREW: Her crack about his dancing made him smile, and before he could respond, Abrianna was in his lap, her lips against his, her fingers in his hair, and her hips much much much too close to his for safety. Andrew's brain immediately started screaming that this was bad, but his hormones didn't give the tiniest bit of a rats ass. He groaned, his hands sliding up under her shirt and across her back, then down to grab her ass, pulling her into him further.

Deepening the kiss quickly, it seemed downhill for him. He was about done with his self control in the club, and this was not going to end well. Especially in front of the house. He knew the guard, Mario, was watching them. And he'd report back, if he was any good. Lucky for Andrew, Mario sucked at his job, which was why he only worked one night a week. He was a good shot, which was why he was there. But with the general security things, he wasn't too bright. Andrew groaned again, his tongue pushing into her mouth roughly, his hand snaking up her back to grab a handful of hair at the base of her neck, tugging gently. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her...

With his hips rocking up into hers, his hand sliding across her ass, his lips working hard against hers, Andrew's brain wasn't really working outside of calculating how long it would take him to throw her into the back seat and get both of them naked and fucking.

ABRIANNA: She had absolutely no idea what had possessed her to cross over the center console, and land herself in Andrew's lap, but now that her lips were on his, and his hands were on her, she didn't give a shit what it was that possessed her. She thanked whatever it was, and then just moved on. She moaned against his lips as his hands slid along her body, moving down and grabbing her ass to pull her closer, and she ground her hips against his, smirking against his lips as she did so. She wasn't dense, or stupid ... she could feel that he had started to pitch a tent back in the club, and that was probably what had given her the courage to do this here. Well, that, and the liquid courage she had flowing through her veins.

Her hands ran down his chest as he deepened the kiss, and she gave him an appreciative moan. His chest was hard, sculpted. She could feel how amazing his chest felt through his shirt, and she just wanted to run her hands all over him. So, she did. Sliding her hands underneath his shirt, she felt his chest and was unable to hold back another groan against his lips, her tongue pressing against his. His hips rocked up into hers, and she smirked against his lips, grinding down harder against his hips. She wanted to feel him get hard, she wanted to know that she was able to do that to him.

Abrianna moved her fingers to the waistband of his jeans, managing to get the button undone, and the zipper down a little bit, when the nausea hit her. She ignored it at first, trying to get the zipper down more, but then it hit her again. She broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his for a moment, trying to catch her breath. Maybe she just needed some air.

ANDREW: He groaned again as her hands trailed over his chest, then smirked against her mouth as her fingers worked the closure to his jeans. Well, looked like her mind was in the same place as his. The hand that had been grabbing her ass slid along her hip, sliding beneath the hem of her shirt and up her stomach, palming her breast and squeezing gently. That, along with the feeling of her hips grinding against him sent a wave of blood toward his cock, making his jeans slightly more snug.

She broke the kiss, but Andrew didn't care. His lips greedily went for her neck, the tip of his tongue sliding along her skin, his teeth nipping gently. He groaned again, his hand working against her breast, his member growing harder and harder with each second. It was moments like these he wished he wore tear away track pants. It'd just be easier. The hand in her hair dislodged and slid down her body, his fingers and palm sliding along her inner thigh. He wanted her pretty damned quick. He moved to kiss her again, when he felt her body lurch oddly on top of him.

Andrew looked up at her face, and saw she looked incredibly sallow. "You okay?" His brows knit, then he saw her move forward for the door handle.

ABRIANNA: Angry with herself for stopping, Abrianna tried to get back into the mood of everything when Andrew moved his lips to her neck. She closed her eyes and started moving her hips again, grinding herself down onto him, feeling his cock hardening throgh his jeans already. That was a good sign, right? She couldn't think right now. His lips were on her neck, and his tongue was trailing along her skin ... his hand was working her breast, something she'd wanted him to do all night, but she just couldn't concentrate on the way that felt, not when she had this strange vertigo feeling washing through her body.

Abri vaguely felt his hand sliding along her thigh, and then that was it. She reached for the door handle, pulling it and pushing the door open as far as she could. She leaned over and started puking onto the street, all the alcohol she'd consumed that night deciding to rebel against her. She didn't throw up very much, but enough that she was grateful she had managed to open the door. How horrible would it have been if she had puked all over Andrew?

Andrew. Oh, fuck. Without even a glance at him, she climbed off of his lap and out the driver's side door, shutting it behind her as she jogged up the driveway towards the house. She was too embarrassed to look at him ... after she had basically thrown herself at him, she got sick and threw up before they could even do anything more than make out a little bit? That sucked. That sucked hardcore. Digging her keys out of her pocket, she unlocked the door and ran inside, shutting the door quietly behind her. Leaning up against the door, Abri ran one of her hands over her face. After puking, she was a little more sober, and her mind had cleared up on the events of the night. She had just tried to sleep with Andrew. Oh, fuck!

ANDREW: He heard her puking, and his hand went to her back, rubbing gently. Breath mint, she'd be good to go. Instead, she was gone from his lap, and Andrew was suddenly very pissed off. His eyes widened as he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, starting to go after her. His feet luckily avoided the vomit, but he stumbled slightly as he tried to go after her.

She was in the door before he got himself back together, and he stood there, jaw gaping and a painfully hard erection obvious. He glowered at the closed door, then shouted, "It wasn't that bad!!!" Groaning, he kicked the front bumper of the car, then rounded it to the drivers door, sliding back into the car and slamming the door. He threw the car into gear and drove off, tires squealing. He'd have to take care of himself, apparently.

Fucking tease.

ABRIANNA: She heard him shout as she shut the door, and she groaned, leaning against the door. No, it really wasn't that bad. And had she not have gotten sick, she would probably be half-naked, if not completely naked, in the backseat of his car by now. But she did get sick, and now she was absolutely mortified. Why, she had no idea. It wasn't like Andrew had never seen anyone puke before. At least she hoped he had. But ... she couldn't explain it. She just had to get away from him.

Pushing herself off the door, she ran a hand through her hair and then climbed the stairs up to her room, turning on the light and dropping her shit on the floor. Undressing, she dropped onto her bed and groaned once more. She was an idiot. Who tried to sleep with someone who was supposed to be protecting her and her new family? She needed to learn how to keep it in her pants. But she couldn't help herself around him ... he was just so fucking hot, and just ... ugh. Getting up, Abri turned off her light and then crawled into bed, determined to dream about what would have happened, had she not gotten sick.

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