Who? River and Kayla What? Fall out When? Sunday, after Kayla comes back from playing Nurse Where? Their apartment Warnings Alcohol, mentions of sex, and foul language. NSFW
River could remember most of last night, but not all of it. The sex stood out plain and clear in her mind. If it was perhaps a bit more muddled, than she would not have given it a second thought. River, after all, found sex just as easy as breathing, and engaged in the activity nearly as often. Despite what many people thought of her, and whatever they may say about her, she did not intend for the night to turn out the way it did. One corruption was supposed to be enough for the evening. Alcohol for the underaged boy was enough. She surprised him earlier that night, dropping off vodka and rum for consumption, and stayed around to teach him her ways. No, not those ways, but how to mix a few simple drinks and the best way to get a shot over and done with.
Of course, River had started long before she delivered the drinks. In fact, the rum was broken open right outside the liquor store. River did even need to pause her walking while she did so, so used to the pattern of knocking back the drink straight from the bottle and walking to break her stride. A poor reflection on her character, perhaps, but damned if she cared. The taste of the fermented sugar danced over her tongue and burned down her throat. To her, it was the caress of an old friend. So when she dropped it off at Elliot’s, there was already a fair portion rum gone.
Everything was going along well, Elliot turned out to be a fun drunk and River always was, when it suddenly took a turn. She was not sure how it started, exactly, but knew that he was the one who came on to her. River was not one to pass on a fuck, even when she knew she should. Then, clothes were off or mostly off and he was going for the goods like a novice. As she learned later, he was indeed a virgin. He was not her first virgin though, but the first one she had done for free. The ones that were virgins were also usually kids that could not get any ass on their own, so they scrounged up enough money and paid her for a good time. Even she did not like being treated like a common whore at times, especially when her client is turning over sofa cushions looking for that final quarter. After that, she raised her price.
Now, though, the deed was done so to speak. River was a realist; she knew there was no way to turn back time. It would be foolish to wish for it and only a waste of it in the long run. Now there was only time to plan for the fall out and repercussions. She knew there would be some, it was practically inevitable. From what she knew of Kayla, and her prudish streak wider than River could spread her legs, River was going to be into the fire this time. She prepared, knocking back the last drop of rum. Even though she wanted to swirl her tongue around the inside of the bottle, tasting the lingering liquor that clung to the glass, she held back.
Judging by the way that the door slammed and the floor shook, River hazarded a guess that Kayla was back from playing nurse with Elliot. Had it not been for the sex, River would have stayed to take care of the man-boy through his grand hangover. However, years of one night stands had hammered a pattern of rising early and leaving into her. She followed this before she was fully aware of it, and, in a rare show of tact or perhaps an unusually strong showing of self-preservation, decided to not return to Elliot’s bedside. River set out two shot glasses, filling them a bit generously with the remaining vodka, and waited. Why go rushing to your damnation when it was just as hellbound to come rushing to you?