Lust Front

"GET DOWN"

It's been like 5 whole mugs of beer at this point, and I'm more than halfway to passing out.

Meanwhile, Emilia here is going out soon. Every time she sits up straight she ends up slumping over left, right or all the way back into the seat... cause that's how lazy you want to be when you're about to go black out drunk.

"Emilia, you gonna finish your beer?"

She weakly laughs and tries to pick up the mug. I stop her before she does something stupid.

"Don't pick that up..."

"Why?! I'm not even that drunk... actually, GET ME A LITTLE MORE!"

I slap my hand on her mouth before she orders even more alcohol because she can't even finish her own. I take the final mug from her hands and chug the entire contents of the beer down my throat - it hurts and isn't forgiving to my stomach.

"Conner... you drank too much haven't you?"

"No, get up... I'm taking you home and then I'm going to get some rest."

"Help me up..."

I throw her backpack over my shoulder and pick Emilia off the seats and get her up in a piggyback ride.

"Okay, let's go home..."

Taking her over my back, it's a good thing her apartment isn't far away from the bar. When I reach the lobby, everything seems pretty normal and chill. However, when I get up the elevator to her floor (I remember which one it is by heart), I discover the complete opposite of what the lobby looked like.

I take Emilia's house key out of her bag and unlock the door, and I walk into a GARBAGE DUMP.

Her shoes are littering the floor like they're landmines. Which I never understood why women had so many shoes cause I just need one pair.

There are empty cans of either sodas or alcohol on the tables everywhere taking up space. The garbage can in the corner is literally overflowing.

I hit the lights and it's even WORSE. I can see dirty clothes all over the place it's unbelievable. Finally I find the room with her mattress and it seems sterile compared to the rest of the place.

"This is it... go to sleep..."

I turn around and let her fall onto the mattress, but it seems like the impact was much louder than I thought.

"Oops."

I turn around and she's bumped her head on the ground - apparently it was a really thin mattress.

"Uhm, I'm gonna get this place cleaned up a little and then I'll get out of here."

"Thanks, bro."

I leave the room and hastily pick up the cans, throwing them into a garbage bag one by one.Even though I'm drunk, justice is always sober. With all the energy I have left I put everything back where I think it should be and return to Emilia.

"Hey, I finished the job. I hope I didn't misplace anything important, remember to take out the trash, the two bags at the door."

I get closer and see Emilia with one arm covering her eyes. She's down to her nightwear and all her clothes are on the floor.

"Might wanna pick these up and hang them..."

I take her tank top and shorts and leave them hanging on the hook on the door.

"I know you're really, really, tired so you might wanna jump in the shower after I leave."

Without warning, she gets up and brings her arms around me.

"Wha? What's up?"

"D-Don't leave... I don't want you to go..."

"Every time I'm in your house you want me to get the hell out as soon as possible. Do you need me to do more chores?"

"I want you to stay with me, I don't wanna be alone when I'm on the verge on getting kicked out..."

"You hungry? I can make you something if..."

"Y-You bastard! How can you not understand when I need you for what I want?!"

"You... want...?"

She throws herself back on the mattress again with me altogether and now I'm lying beside her.

"I don't --"

She brings my head closer and presses her lips onto mine in a smooth but violent motion.

"Jesus, what was that for?"

"Your first kiss was me, remember?"

"It wasn't on the lips, I kissed you on the hand as a JOKE back then!"

"Don't you like my mouth more?"

"Sheesh, don't be..."

"Shush. You act so dumb in these situations. You don't need to think about anything, alright?"

"...I trust you."

"Good..."

She puts her hand on my belt and tries to wiggle it off.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"You've done it before. What's the big deal?"

"You're too drunk! I've never done it with you before."

"Relax... you talk about this kinda stuff all the time. If it's big, there's nothing to be afraid of, right? C'mon, let's see what hides in here."

I've never seen this side of Emilia before but I think this is more than just her being drunk.

But one thing I can confirm for sure.

She wants to get down.