Dethklok- Intoxicate Me

One Night Stand

A strip club isn't really the place you'd think to find the love of your life, right? I didn't think so, either. Especially when came to it him. But, here I am. Well, hold on. I should start from the beginning.

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I stand behind the bar, watching as half-naked women climb on top of other men. My job isn't the greatest, that's for sure, but after dropping out of high school I didn't have much of a choice. At least I work as a bartender. It's a step above stripper, but it doesn't take away my pride.

A group of men step into view, almost all of them with their arms around my coworkers. The only one by himself is a tall blonde, whose hair cascades down past his shoulders. He towers above the other men, yet seems to be the opposite of intimidating. He glances over at the bar, then says something to his friends. I look elsewhere as he approaches, hoping he hadn't seen me staring at him.

"Gives me somethings strong," he says with a deep, thick accent. I nod and get to work on a long island iced tea. He sits down silently, folding his hands and leaning his elbows on the edge of the bar. After a minute I hand him the drink. He takes it, looking me up and down.

"What's is your name?"

"Bea," I reply, busying myself with wiping down the counter.

"Likes the bug?" he raises an eyebrow and smirks. I roll my eyes, "No, like the letter." I've always been kinda sarcastic, it didn't really matter who I was talking to.

"It's short for Beatrice," I said after a while.

"I'm Skwisgaar," he holds his cocky smirk.

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I roll over in bed. My eyes fly open when my arm comes into contact with another body. Long, blonde hair falls down onto the pillow beside me. My hand rests on Skwisgaar's shoulder. I believe I'm in his room. I'm not quite sure where else I'd be. It's pure white, the bed, the walls, the furniture... Everything.

Oh god. I promised myself I'd stop doing this. For the longest time I've just been prone to one night stands. Yet here I am, laying in bed with a strange Swedish man. He turns over with a groan. Thinking about it, maybe it isn't too bad. He's pretty attractive, after all.

"I didn'ts think you'd still bes here," he says with a raspy, morning voice.

"Excuse me?" I retort, internally taking back the thoughts that had just run through my head.

"Maybes you shoulds go," he sighs. "What, so you just want to f-ck me then get rid of me?" I sit up, revealing my exposed upper half. I reach down and pick up my shirt to pull it over my head.

"That's is the plan," he grins at me. I scoff and finish getting dressed. He watches as I do so, which doesn't help the situation. "I guess maybe I shouldn't have thought you'd be any different, huh?"

"Hey, don'ts get mad. You was prac-tics-cally begging to comes home with me," he sat up and crossed his arms, "It ams calleds a one night stand for a reason, ja?"

"Whatever," I mumble as I storm out of his room. Skwisgaar... That's not a name...

I find myself to be faced with a maze of a house. This guy must be loaded. I should've known, the way he spoke and acted was a dead giveaway. I jump as a hand is placed on the small of my back.

"I figureds I'd helps you out," Skwisgaar chuckles.

"Wow, how kind of you."