After work and dealing with the bimbo fish I was in need of a drink. I went to my room to shower and change before going to the bar. On my way to the bar I met up with Chief and went in with him.

I went straight to the bar and saw Demon swaying in his seat, "Hey Rip, you look sexy as hell in those jeans." he slurred still swaying in his seat.

"I haven't had enough to drink for that kinda talk, David." Why is it that drunk guys think they can hit on you and you will just go along?

"You know my name, so why do you call me David?" he questioned looking a little jealous.

"I call you David because the only David I know is an asshole, like you." I said before taking my shot and walking away with my beer.

A few beers and a few shots later and I'm bacck at the bar getting more even though I'm more than a little drunk. I felt a pair of hands on my hips and a voice whispered in my ear, "Your room or mine?"

"Mine, baby follow me." I slurred, grabbing his hand and leading him to my room.

When we got to my room we quickly removed our clothes and got down to business. I fell asleep wrapped in a strangers arms.

~~$~~

The next morning I felt like I was being moved and I could hear somebody moving around my room. I sat up and looked around instantly regretting the action as my head started protesting. I lay back and groaned before looking around my room and seeing none other than Demon pulling his shirt over his head.

Damn, I guess I know where I stand now. Just another whore he will fuck and walk away from. Funny thing is I was drinking lastnight to forget that I like him and I end up fucking him.

"So that's it huh? I'm just another fucken whore?" I asked slightly upset that he could cast me aside so easily.

He looked at me with cold, hard eyes, "What, did you think I would stay and take you out for breakfast or something?" he sneered.

I'm not going to lie, his words hurt me but I forced myself to laugh and say, "I'm fucken with you David now get out of my room."

He scowled but did as I asked. Once he had left I locked my door and cried. Damn, why am I so stupid? He hates me, why would he want anything more than just a drunken fuck from me?

I cried myself back to sleep and stayed in my room the rest of the day with one thought running through my mind. What the hell happened lastnight?