EXES AND OH'S

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With a bottle of beer on hand and both my arms up in the air, I move my head and body to the groove as the band played a cover of Santeria by Sublime. 

Fuck, they're good! Drunk, horny dancing also feels so fucking good!

Holy hell, I could just feel the room spinning round and round.

I have been eye-fucking that frontman for a while now, stripping him naked with my gaze. Maybe he'd want to stick his sausage down my throat later. I'm game, and if he's extra nice and gave me a crippling orgasm maybe I'd even make him cum in my mouth. 

Dear Lord, I need to get laid quick and let this all out in my system. Not just on a dildo, but on a real human being. I now feel like a cat who's been badly craving to dig my claws on a scratching post.

"Charlie!" Someone called. I look around to see who it was, and see Jesse doing a finger whistle from across the room. He was already making his way through the dancing crowd.

"Mazel tov, asshole!" I greet him with a warm hug. He quickly wrapped his arms around me too, and I was grateful for that because I'm now feeling so woozy I doubt I could walk a straight line. Fuck it, I could probably make a breathalyzer explode with my near-fatal alcohol content.

"Thanks, man," Jesse chuckled, his pretty boy smile reaching up to his pale blue eyes. "And go home, you're drunk." His witty remark, probably sensing how intoxicated and mumbly I am already. 

"I ain't going home yet, I'm having fun dancing! And I'm still going to fuck that frontman!" I broadcasted, and I'm pretty sure it came out a little too loud as everyone seemed to be looking at me. Well fuck off, idiots. Never seen a drunk horny girl before? "Where's K, by the way? Have to extend my best wishes to her! Love that girl!" I laugh out loud, unsure why, but I really feel like laughing my ass off. Fuck, I'm drunk.

Jesse grabbed my shoulders and dragged me with him to the tables, sitting me down like a child. "Okay, first, you have to get back to your hotel room. You're so fucking wasted. You were already touching yourself on the dance floor. K and I were laughing so hard at you." He took the other chair and sat in front of me.

"I'm touching what? Pfft. No," I drawled on the no. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes at him. Shit, I got dizzy just by rolling my eyes. That felt like a fucking rollercoaster loop.

"Dude, seriously. I can't fucking let my assistant die, I'm out on honeymoon for three weeks and you're gonna need to fill me in." He joked in an importuned manner. "Get your shit together, Charlie." Jesse playfully slapped on my cheek, as if trying to wake me up. He turned his head to the side. "Man, help me out in here!" He hollered and stood up. 

I close my eyes for a second as I felt another wave of dizziness. I feel nauseous, son of a gun, I'm not sure if I'm going to burp or if I'm going to throw up.

"I gotta leave, man. K and I still has a plane to catch," Jesse blubbered, speaking to someone. I wanted to open my eyes but afraid to do so as I might vomit my guts out. I rest my elbows on the table and bury my face on my arms. "Charlie, thanks for coming. I'll see you after three weeks, alright? Just call or send me a text if you need anything for work."

I didn't understand a single word he'd just said. I'm so fucking spaced out and blind drunk. Gah, I'll just call or text him if I need anything for work. I open my mouth for a reply but I'm sure it just came out gibberish. My eyelids feel so heavy, I feel like I could doze off already.

"Hey, punk ass. Let's get you back to your hotel room."

I lift my head to see who had the balls to call me a punk ass. I look up to see a pair of blazing green eyes staring back at me.