When the Past Becomes the Future

Versions of Ones Self

A/N: Before you all start this chapter I wanted to make it clear, this is a very racy R-rated chapter. If you feel you won't like it please don't read. This story has gotten some hurtful words against it and although I appreciate any feedback I am making it clear that I went a different direction with this chapter. I have written quite a few stories at this point and I try to make everyone of them unique instead of following the same "fight-makeup quickly pattern"
I hope those that read enjoy and to those that don't I understand.

Brian was pretty wasted, in fact he was down right hammered but had finally reached the point where his brain was finally shutting off. "How ya doing sweetheart?" He asked over the loud music when a fan came over to ask for a picture.

"You're my favorite!" The young woman squealed with excitement leaving in close for a picture.

Sal was nearby and was keeping an eye on his friend and was getting awfully conflicted. He didn't know where Q and Jules stood and didn't know if he should even say anything. However the last thing he wanted to see was anyone getting hurt. "Bud?!" He called out to him. "You wanna head out?!" Sal yelled over the music.

"Fuck no!" Q hollered, "It's early, lets have some fun!" He then downed a shot that the sexy cocktail waitress put in front of him. Sal looked at his friend unsure of what to do. He had noticed Q was texting someone a lot tonight and had a very bad feeling it wasn't Jules. His speech was slurring a lot at this point and his eyes were narrowing, two tell tale signs he was highly intoxicated.

"Oh my god, it's Q and Sal!!" Two women shouted coming over. They were drunk as well and soon came rushing over. "Heard you like Jameson, I bought you a shot." One of the women winked.

"Thanks honey." Brian said taking on of the shots and downing it with the girl.

Suddenly the other women came over with a look of determination in her eyes. You could tell she wanted to one up her friend. "How about a body shot?" She whispered in Q's ear.

Brian's mouth instantly went dry. This girl was all of 23 maybe, and was smoking hot. He saw Sal give him the eye and knew in the back of his mind this wasn't the best idea but that was the type of night he was after. "Excuse me..." He said stopping the waitress, "Can we get shot of Patron, some salt, and a couple limes?"

As the waitress returned with everything, the woman laid down across the couch and pulled her shirt up so it stopped under her breasts. "Don't be such a wet blanket tonight Sal." Brian said rolling his eyes. Sal had seen enough and decided to join some friends a few booths over. If Q wanted to throw his life away, he wasn't gonna stand around and witness it.

"Ready baby?" Brian asked the girl.

"Oh I'm ready." She smiled then stuck the lime in her mouth.

Brian smiled down at her before licking her neck slightly so he could apply a little bit of salt. He then pour contents of the glass into her belly button. Brian leaned down into her neck and licked the salt off biting as he worked. He smiled as he heard her moan a bit. "You like that baby?"

With the lime in her mouth all she could do was nod. Brian then moved down her body and sucked the tequila out of her bellybutton causing her to giggle. By this time he was rock hard against her leg and she picked up on that right away. Brian quickly came back up towards her mouth and bit down to take the lime from her teeth.

"That was maybe the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Came a voice.

Although pretty drunk Brian knew that voice and smiled when he saw one of the sexiest women he ever had the pleasure of being with. Nikki Carson was a model he had met in New Orleans a few years ago. She was 35, hot, and always down to hook up. A little fact that did slip his mind was she was also incredibly bi-sexual. "Who's your friend Q?" Nikki asked.