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WHO: demelza robins, jack sloper (mentions andrew kirke, avery spinks)
WHEN: tuesday evening.
WHERE: on the streets.
WHAT: demelza and jack walk home from a night out.
RATING: xxx for creating porno.
STATUS: in progress



What had started out as a quiet, lone night in had turned into a nightly outing in a club where the music was blearing too high and the alcohol was too tasty to refuse. Demelza would have been perfectly happy just sitting at home, eating some popcorn and perched in front of the television, but Avery had told her to dress nice and come with her because they hadn’t gone out since last week. After whining and complaining and telling her she didn’t want to go, she eventually ended up going. At that exact moment, Andrew had called to inform how she was doing and to finish his stupid blonde joke, and to shush him she’d invited him and Jack along. She had thought about inviting Terry and James too, but didn’t want to disturb the two from not having sex. And thus, the foursome had gone on their way. And it’d been fun, for a while, to dance with Avery, Jack, Andrew, people she didn’t know but ended up giving her their numbers which she thanked them for with a smile that plainly said she never would. But, around twelve-ish, she had just had enough of it.

So when she’d told Avery that she was tired and was going to go home, it came to no surprise that the other girl wasn’t as willing to go and asked her to stay. After telling her no and having to withstand and not cave into the pleads and the pouting, she’d told Avery to go on and stay without her and that she’d be fine going off on her own. After a couple are you sure’s, the Spinks went on with her dancing and mingled back into the crowd. Taking her things, she’d gone to look for Jack, only to notice him approach her seconds later. He’d told her that he didn’t feel like staying either after she’d told him she was tired and offered to walk her back home like the gentleman she knew he was on the odd occasions, which she’d gladly accepted. After telling Andrew, whom decided to stay to ‘watch after Boozy over there’, they’d gone on their way. After the fresh air had hit her gently into the face, she’d waited until Jack was a couple steps ahead of her before taking a leap on his back, arms entwining around his neck as she demanded a piggy back ride.

And that’s how she was now, seated on Jack’s back as he carried her home, her head comfortably sat on his shoulder. It was dark, the skies having turned pitch black, but due to the street lights she could still see him and have her hands mess with his hair to entertain her. They were about halfway home, still had about fifteen minutes to walk, and she vaguely wondered whether his feet weren’t tired from carrying her weight but thought he’d tell her if he was. Their conversation, which had been about Andrew tripping over his own feet when he danced, had come to a halt and she looked ahead of them, seemingly endless streets going on and on. Her legs were cold and she wondered why she didn’t take a coat or something else or hell, even worn something that covered them up but no, she didn’t, and now Avery was going to pay.

“I’m not really tired,” she confessed all of a sudden, even though if she was being honest she could fall asleep if she wanted to. “I just wanted to get out of there.” Her fingers tugged at his hair, placing a kiss on top of it afterwards with a loud mwuah. “Besides, now I get to spend some quality time with you,” and that was always a good thing. Her lips curled into a smile before minutes later it turned into a frown. “I hope Ave’s all right, though. Andrew’s known for getting distracted by something pretty.”