sinfulbell :
[ The last thing Stella remembered was the frozen strawberry margarita. Oh, and telling the bartender at his restaurant that she knew Nathan Matthews. Of course that hadn‘t been the first drink, maybe not even the last and she’d already been set to crash pretty hard that night. Or morning. God, she couldn’t go back to Brooke’s. Not yet. Not like this. But then the next thing she knew… She was waking up, pulling her face up off the bar top and wondering what the hell had happened last night. When was last night? Either way, she definitely shouldn’t have finished that long-melted margarita. ]
Fuck…
@nympho-nathan
[ Nathan had been working in his office late that night. In all honesty, he couldn’t remember falling asleep at his desk- he couldn’t even remember being tired. Rubbing his eyes, he touched the mouse pad on his laptop- was that really the date? He could have sworn it was Friday... Nathan closed his laptop, neatened up his desk and proceeded to head downstairs. Maybe he would have time to make breakfast before they opened. However, when he reached the bar he was confronted with something he certainly hadn’t expected. ]
Stella?











