Uriah and Tris

I got drunk. Big mistake.

Ohmygodsimsosorry!!! I was grounded, then I got sick and I just didn't feel like writing. Here's a extra long chapter for you! (Well, extra long for me. Let's face it, my chapters are short :P ) Oh and I've never been drunk, just around drunk people, so this is mainly guessing. And I know people don't sober up as fast as he does, especially as wasted as he gets in this chapter (in all honesty I don't think normal people can handle that much alcohol) but just go with it. WARNING! Language and slight lemon. They don't go all the way, but just a heads up for you younger readers ;)

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I don't know how many beers I've had. I stopped counting at about nineteen.

All I was aware of is I was hanging out with a group of people who are calling me 'The Extreme' I had no idea why. Maybe because I had downed like fourteen of these little glass cups in only a minute. Although it really wasn't that hard. At least, I didn't think it was hard enough to merit a nickname. I don't know. Whatever the reason, I liked the new nickname. But, I kinda like everything at the moment, including this cute little redhead that I've had my arm around for a while now.

I order some more of this clear stuff I like. Vodki? Vodky? Speaking of that how many have I had? Maybe sixteen-ish. Something like that. I offer it to the redhead.

"Waaaannnttt someee mmmore?" I whisper, kissing her neck, although I'm not sure if she's had anything at all.

It feels wrong somehow, kissing her neck, but what the hey, she's HOT.

She smiled at me, a little to wide, her green eyes flashing, and I know that she's had some alcohol tonight. She takes the glass from me. Downing it in three gulps, she sets it on the ground as I begin to kiss her collarbone, going further and further down...

All of a sudden, she pulls back and whispers in my ear,

"Maybe weshhhoould go tooo yooouur plaace."

I grin like a idiot and nod vigorously, wanting to get her in bed already.

I've only had sex a few times. I've always been drunk, and it's usually been Marlene, although I don't think I feel anything for her. Once it was some random brunette, but that seems to be it. Plus, that'd been a while ago, and I was feeling deprived. Getting down this girls pants seemed like the perfect remedy for that.

What was her name again? Maybe Liz? Lizzy? I don't know. I'll just call her Red for now.

We walk down the hallways of Dauntless, laughing at nothing, laughing at other people, laughing when we stumble, and just essentially laughing at everything.

When we finally get to my apartment, I unlock the door and stumble inside, dragging Red with me.

I throw her on the bed, not really caring if I hurt her or not, and climbed on top of her, letting my hands squeeze her boobs, relishing the way she moaned and arched her back to me, giving me complete control. This goes on for a minute, before I can't stand it anymore, and rip her shirt off her body. I continue to feel her up, messing with her boobs through her bra.

She moans as I slide a hand down her pants, rubbing on her sex, teasing her. I run my other hand over her body, feeling the muscles.

But something's wrong. There's no muscles. Just curve and softness.

Is there supposed to be muscles?

Idunno. Kinda feels like there should be...

Oh well. Just fuck the girl already!