Humble Love

Hera's POV:

Drunk,dizzy, and no ride home. Just great. I make my way through the humid room, pushing intoxicated bodies  out of my way. I look at my friend Becca whose by the door  making out with Blake. Well isn't that nice. As I get outside I sit on the stair case. I dig out my cigar pack and my lighter. I light it up and begin to draw drags one after another until I need more.

I go back inside and make my way quickly to the bartender who was also drunk and handing out shots and beer to everyone unconsciously. I take five more shots and I buy a whole glass bottle of wine. I walk unsteady and everything is blurry. I look for Becca but she's no where to be found. ugh I need to piss, I whisper to myself. I go upstairs and look for the bathroom. I walk down to the left side of the hall way to see if its there. Finally. I open the door and I feel a sudden tap on my shoulder. I turn around. Its Jordan. "Hey babe" he looks at me with a small grin on his face and I can smell the obvious liquor abuse in his breath. " Ha hey" I reply. "Where you going" "bathr..." he cuts me off with a big kiss. I hesitate and try to pull back but his grip around my head and waist is to strong. I figured if you can't fight 'em,join 'em. I fall easily into his trap. He pushes me against the wall,still kissing me,and grabs my wrists and puts them up and against the wall. He slowly moves his kissing affection lower and lower down my body. I feel a slight moan slip out. After that... I don't remember much, that morning when I woke up I had a massive hang over and I was back home,in bed. What happened ?