Fourtris Now and Forever: Divergent No War

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a/n: My story will not include any intense scenes and is similar to a PG -13 rating. Suggestive material, cursing, violence, and drinking will be seen occasionally.
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Christina, Shauna, and I sit on the uncomfortable stools at the bar in the Pit. They had convinced me to take a shot and I lost count after that. Shots after beer after vodka begin to make my vision blurry.

"I gotta go home," I slur. I have to train the initiates tomorrow again and I don't want to be hungover. I've heard it doesn't feel good.

"Nah, come on. Just one more!" Christina convinces me.

One turns into about six more, but I don't comprehend that. "Three is really sexy, right?" I ask them.

"You mean Five right?" Shauna says, almost losing her balance.

I nod, agreeing his name is something like Five. It starts with a 'F' but I really can't remember at this point. All I can see through my haze is his muscular chest and abs, his soft lips, his strong hands. The things I will do to him when I get home.

"Are you kidding Thris? Five is a fucking sex god!" Christina shouts. She glances over at Shauna.

Shauna nods and slurs with a sly smile, "Trissy, you gotta get home to yur man like righ noww!"

"Wait, one more shot!" I say impatiently. The bartender comes over, giving us another round.

"I like bananas," Shauna states as the bartender sets the three shot glasses on the table.

We laugh so hard that we almost fall off the bar stools. I latch on to Christina so I don't tip over and crack my skull. Skulls are great. They, like, protect our brain and all. Because brains are amazing and they give us superpowers!

"Tris!" Christina moans. "Get off, I'm gonna fall."

"No!" I screech. "I'm protecting my superpowers."

I finally regain my balance holding on to the bar, then raise my final shot of the night.

"To bananas," Shauna says. I shake my head in agreement, but Chris doesn't.

"No," she says, "to drinking the night away!"

"Woo!" I shout before downing the burning alcohol.

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I moan when I wake up, holding my head as I try to sit up. I can't. I look over my shoulder. Since when did I get into bed?

I look down. Even in the darkness I can tell that I'm wearing Tobias's shirt . . . "Oh my god," I whisper. I didn't, did I? Did we?

A pillow blockade rests between me and the other side of the bed. The pillows rustle from the other side, adding to me headache. Tobias's head pops up from above the pillows.

"Morning," he says with a small smile. I groan.

"What happened?" I ask. A pause of silence. "Did we do anything?"

I need the answer. I knew it wouldn't be long before we made love, but this is different. It's too soon and I was completely drunk. I need the answer.