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Paper Rings

"What about her?" I pointed at a women who looked in her 30's. She was tall and had long ginger hair. Mark and Derek followed where I was pointing, curious of who I was talking about this time. "She's both your types." I laugh out and they roll their eyes.

"I don't see a ring." I say lifting my hand to wave her over.

"What the hell are you doing?" Derek asks, looking at me, then Mark, who shrugged his shoulders.

"What? She's pretty." Mark defended himself. The woman had made her way over staring at Mark.

"Evening ." I say and she smiles. "Hello y'all." She said she had pretty green eyes and a southern accent.

"Out on a date?" She asks and I shake my head no. "This is my brother Mark, and friend Derek." I say pointing to each of them.

"I'm sorry about her. She has a tendency to make friends wherever we go." Derek glared at me.

"It's quite alright." She said. "How about we grab a drink?" Mark asks the women and she smiles. "Yes I would like that." She said. Mark and the women walked over to the bar leaving me and Derek.

"And then there were two." I say looking over at Derek who was smiling. "So you still with Meredith?" I ask and he shakes his head. "No, we split up." He says looking down. "But you still love her don't you?" I ask and he doesn't answer.

I leaned down, taking a drink of my bourbon, glancing up at Derek. I did find Derek attractive, I mean who wouldn't? He was successful, good looking, and kind. Well most of the time anyway. I always wondered if I would end up with him but then he got with Addison.

"Id be careful Der." I said staring up at him, I could feel the alcohol working its magic now. I probably had way too many drinks. My body didn't hurt anymore like it did before because of the alcohol. "Why?" He answered.

"Because it might just be me who sleeps with you, for old times sake." I laugh and leaned back into the booth. I saw Mark disappear. He probably went to the women's room god knows he wouldn't go to ours.

"Is that so wrong?" Derek answered, looking at me. I was shocked but not surprised. I mean who wouldn't want to sleep with me? I may be bruised up but I'm still gorgeous. "Not really." I said, staring into his eyes. I leaned in and kissed him.

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We all three got back into the car after picking up our stuff and throwing it into the trunk. We sat the same way we did yesterday with Mark driving. It was silent, a weird silence. I leaned over trying to fix the radio but Derek grabbed my hand and shook his head no.

"So we all got laid last night huh?" Mark asked. "Where'd you get that idea?" I ask, staring at him. "The hickies on your neck." He said and I glared at Derek. "Bar night was a success." I say smiling.

"Want some water?" I asked them and handed them my bottle, Derek took it and I watched as he drank the whole bottle.

"I said some not all assholes." I said snatching back the empty bottle. "That was good." He said smiling but I rolled my eyes.

"Be careful." Derek said, looking back at me laying on the back seat. "If we wreck you'll get hurt." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Have you seen me?" I ask using my hands pointing towards the bruises.

"At the speed Mark's driving the worst that can happen is getting pulled over for driving too slow." I say. Despite Mark banging on the door this morning.

I had on a sweatshirt and sweatpants with warm fuzzy socks. Mark was fully dressed somehow and Derek was wearing sweatpants and a jacket. Since Mark refused to turn up the heat in the car I was curled up in the back seat.

"Wanna pull over and look at horses?" Mark asked sarcastically. "You're gonna regret making that offer." I mumble.

After two hours of small talk well bickering over music and heating and who needs to drive because Mark was driving too slow. He finally drove faster and turned the heat up, which I was glad for.

I put my phone between my lap and began massaging the skin between my knuckles trying to relax and calm myself down. A few hours later, Mark and Derek dropped me off home. They didn't have time to stay in an emergency at the hospital or whatnot.