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Q-P-Doll
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Evan tossed back his sixth shot of the hour and leaned back in his chair. His lips were numb. The room had begun to sway. Music washed over him and pounded mildly at his ears. He didn’t remember renting a table, nor did he remember how he came to find himself sitting at one.
That didn’t make it any less comfortable, though…
He took a deep breath and sighed, shutting his eyes against the sea of club-goers in front of him, and rested his head against the torn leather of the armchair. Hands cradled his face. A tongue parted his lips.
His hands wrapped themselves instinctively around her waist and pulled her closer, whoever she was. She straddled him. Her hands left his face and tugged at his belt. Knives and guns clattered to the floor. Evan grabbed at her shirt and pulled it over her head, palms immediately groping at her chest…
Her flat, stubbly chest…
He shoved her away from him and moved to stand up, but was shoved back into his seat by an unseen someone standing behind him.
That didn’t make it any less comfortable, though…
He took a deep breath and sighed, shutting his eyes against the sea of club-goers in front of him, and rested his head against the torn leather of the armchair. Hands cradled his face. A tongue parted his lips.
His hands wrapped themselves instinctively around her waist and pulled her closer, whoever she was. She straddled him. Her hands left his face and tugged at his belt. Knives and guns clattered to the floor. Evan grabbed at her shirt and pulled it over her head, palms immediately groping at her chest…
Her flat, stubbly chest…
He shoved her away from him and moved to stand up, but was shoved back into his seat by an unseen someone standing behind him.