Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Piper laid her head on his shoulder and would close her eyes briefly; it was only when she opened them and saw they were in a different place that she knew he was carrying her. "I know. I had a good time...too much good time. Some of it was not good though. Bad." Shaking her head and pressing her lips together so her drunken state wouldn't blurt out the wrong thing to him.
"No," the brunette couldn't quite look at him until she took a deep breath and held his jaw in her hand and kissed him sweetly like it might soften the blow. "Don't be mad...it hurts," and started to point out the various scratches, cuts and bruises forming on her body. Her buzz must have been wearing off because it seemed like every minute that passed another part of her body started to ache. "I was bad..."