Kira Ford (
melodiousyellow) wrote2009-05-29 02:08 am
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just_1_word :: 18.7 Intoxicated
"Conner?"
No answer.
"Conner."
"Hm?"
"Get off me."
It was her twenty first birthday. She'd come home to visit, like she tried to every year, and to her surprise, Conner was in town. He said he wouldn't miss this birthday because it meant they could drink together, which is what they did. She'd preferred staying in over going to a bar on her first go around, so he bought a few options and they rented a room, just to stay out of their parents' way.
The thing she didn't know about Conner? He was a drunken cuddler.
"Dun' wanna get off," he told her as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"Why the hell not?"
"Cause yer pretty an' smell good."
"...oh."
She didn't quite know how else to respond, so she just let him lay there while she stroked his hair with one hand and lifted her beer to her lips with the other.
No answer.
"Conner."
"Hm?"
"Get off me."
It was her twenty first birthday. She'd come home to visit, like she tried to every year, and to her surprise, Conner was in town. He said he wouldn't miss this birthday because it meant they could drink together, which is what they did. She'd preferred staying in over going to a bar on her first go around, so he bought a few options and they rented a room, just to stay out of their parents' way.
The thing she didn't know about Conner? He was a drunken cuddler.
"Dun' wanna get off," he told her as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"Why the hell not?"
"Cause yer pretty an' smell good."
"...oh."
She didn't quite know how else to respond, so she just let him lay there while she stroked his hair with one hand and lifted her beer to her lips with the other.