Milkshake •Eddie Munson

Chapter Five: Drunk

Desiree pressed a kiss on Mark's temple, he groaned and placed his hand where she had kissed him, she turned on her heel, sighing as she walked away. She snuck out of his room, not wanting to wake him from his sleep. As she quietly opens and closes the front door, finally not having to sneak anymore, she shakes her head and replays everything that just happened between her and Mark.

She takes the elevator down to the floor she lived on and walks to her apartment. She unlocks her door and sees Neil and Dawn cuddling on her couch as they watched tv. She smiles and walks past them to her room. She grabs a pillow from her bed and slammed it on her face, "THAT WAS THE WORST SEX EVER!" She screamed into the pillow.

From the living room, Neil and Dawn share a look when they hear Desiree's muffled scream. Dawn gets up and walks over to Desiree's bedroom door. She knocks, "Sweet pea, you okay?" She asks, and Desiree sighs before turning around to face her. Desiree shakes her head, "No." She replies curtly, and Dawn raises a brow, "What happened?" She asks while crossing her arms. Desiree pokes her tongue inside her cheek before she huffs, "I just had the worst sex in all my life." She openly admits, and Neil screeches when he hears her, "EW! I didn't need to know that!" He shouts, "But honestly, what happened?" He asks while running over to join the girls and slipping on his sock-covered feet.

Desiree pats the sides of her bed for her two friends to join her, and they all sit down. She explains what happened after she and Mark left the diner and then what happened when they got back to his apartment. "While we were having sex, he kept repeating 'You like that, babe?' I said 'Yeah, it feels so good.' When in fact, I didn't feel a fucking thing!" She explains then remembers something else, "Oh! I forgot to mention, he finished in ten seconds!" She adds, and Dawn's and Neil's jaws drop. "Are you serious?" Neil asks with a chuckle.

Desiree shakes her head, "I'm being serious. I think I need to take a long hot shower, down a bottle of wine or a beer to mourn the loss of the most unsatisfying hour of my life." She jokes, and her friends laugh. Neil pats Desiree's lap, "Well, we do have a beer in the fridge. So, there's that." He reassures before getting up to get the beer for Desiree. Dawn giggles as she watches Neil slip again as he runs to the fridge, "You okay, Pumpkin?" She calls out, and Neil gives her a thumbs-up, "Just peachy, Sunshine." He replies before walking back to the bedroom.

Desiree doesn't waste any time by popping the cap off and downing the beer. She puts the now empty bottle on her nightstand and sighs, "Step One. Done. Now, onto step two." She says while getting off her bed and digging around her dresser for a change of clothes because she needed to get rid of the disappointment of her boyfriend's unsatisfying sex. "Can I trust you two to not have sex on my couch while I go mourn?" She teasingly asks, and Neil flips her off, "Yes, Ree, you can." He reassures Desiree gives a thumbs-up to Neil then looks at Dawn, "I hope when the time comes, Neil can satisfy you the first time and not finish in ten seconds. Or doesn't have a small penis." She adds while walking into her bathroom.

Neil and Dawn share a look as their eyes widen at Desiree's last comment, Neil quickly looks at the closed door. "Well, no wonder he finished so early if he has a small dick!" Neil shouts, which causes Dawn to elbow him, "Ow, Sunshine, what was that for?" He asks while rubbing the sore spot. "Desi is sad, don't be mean." She says softly, and Neil grumbles, "I have a point though." He counters. Dawn shakes her head and grabs Neil's hand, so they can go back to the living room.

While in the shower, Desiree takes her time to wash away the effects of the last hour. She sighs because it was taking longer than she thought. She starts thinking about how there wasn't any passion, no heat, no desire, "Wow, living up to your namesake, Des. Great." She mutters while working out the kinks of her neck. While she lets the hot water hit off her back, her mind wanders into lustful thoughts that aren't about her and Mark at all. It's her and someone else.