Drunk Meme
As usual the night was going better than planned as there was laughing, eating, and… drinking. Perhaps a little too much, even. With every story Claire shared, Jai found himself even more captivated by her. She was magnificent and put a permanent smile on his face, especially now when she was being adorably tipsy. “Oh..My little Alcoholic..“ he whispered before giving a few innocent kisses along her cheek to finally finish at her lips. “Tell me another story?”
It wasn’t every night that Claire got to spend her time draped around the arm of a handsome man of the law, though her time with Jai had been more frequently lately. They started with dinner at one of her favorite local haunts where they drank champagne and ate most of a decadent strawberry cheesecake; they took the rest back to her home in a tipsy limousine ride, during which Claire regaled her roguish companion with a few of her funnier experiences. He was a most willing, if captive audience, and Claire drank his attention like the liquor they continued to sip. Well, she was at least. She smiled broadly as he kissed her neck, managing to set her glass down on the little table next to the minibar. “Another story?” she laughed, raising one eyebrow teasingly. “For you, I suppose I could. This story, though,” she began, raising one finger to run it down his cheek, “has no ending yet, for it’s currently taking place, you see. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful…well, not quite a princess….rich woman. And though she had aaaaall the money she wanted, this woman was rather lonely at times,” Claire said, frowning exaggeratedly. “but the powers that be eventually saw fit to send her a delightfully devilish man. This man, he wasn’t like others she had met. This man could keep up with her, in the streets and in the bed. Not to mention he was charming.” She winked and turned for a moment, pausing to have another sip of her drink. As she looked up to Jai, her cheeks were flushed and her smile contagious. “And one night, they had a fabulous night on the town, full of bubbly and laughter. They took a fancy car home, but the rich woman didn’t have any plans beyond that. It seemed the evening was in the hands of the devilish man…” She batted dark lashes coyly up at him, her hand meandering to his tie. “Where does he see the evening going?”












