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Ashton and I were dancing.

Why we were dancing, I wasn't entirely sure.

We'd gone to the bar, gotten a few drinks - oh. We were drunk. That makes sense.

My back was against Ashton's front and I was slowly swaying my hips along to the beat, when Ashton grabbed my waist and flipped me around.

Our lips were quickly mashed together when someone hit into me from behind. Our teeth clashed and I pulled away, grimacing.

"I'm gonna get another drink," Ashton said, backing away from me.

I was far too drunk to care, so I found a new dancing partner. I didn't get the best look at him the entire night.

But I certainly got a good look when I woke up next to him the next morning. Naked. 

//dedicated to @5secondsof1dd cause she rocks my effin' world//

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