The game ended with everyone drunk, a few girls naked, and the room smelling like vomit where one of the guys challenged the other to a drinking contest and they both puked their drinks up after bottle six. Emilia fell asleep during one of the games toward the beginning so David made her wrap her arms around his shoulders as he continued.
Waking her up, he said, "Hey, wake up sleepyhead. It's time to go home." At this,she woke up and looked at him. For some strange reason, the way that the muzzle made her feel was new as she moved her head up and touched his upper chest with her forehead, nuzzling deeper in his chest like a small child. "Can you stand?" he asked, propping her up facing him.
She responded by squeezing even tighter, slowly drifting back into the dream world. She was having a dream about David talking so sweetly to her, slowly pulling her closer and further into the black waters of blissfulness, like the siren he was. What a wonderful dream it was.
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Wrapping his arms tightly around his little rabbit, he picked her up bridal style and carried her over to the doorway where they were able to leave the room.
"So, same place next time?" he asked Cole, the guy with the rust red hair. "I doubt Dad is going to want to come here again. My nose burns from the smell of cheap liquor and overpowering cologne."
"As much as I hate to do it, I agree. However, he did like the way that it reminded him of home so... maybe we're wrong?" Cole said, sucking in a deep breath as he tried to become sober enough to pick a cute girl to sleep with. The last time he wasn't, he ended up with a woman that was so decrepit looking that he thought he turned to necrophilia so satisfy his needs. "Oh, before I forget: as a warning, make your girl wear longer skirts or pants. I can see a pair of sky blue panties that are just calling to me. Cole. Cole. Co-" before he could finish his statement, David's shoe came to a stop right before his face. The only reason David stopped was because Cole's foot came to an immediate rest in his face and if even the toe of that mahogany shoe touched his face, he was going to end up dropping her to beat his ass. A friendly chuckle passed between them as they dropped their feet to the ground and shook hands. David had to nearly toss Emilia into his other arm because it was too short a distance and she was small.
Signaling peace, Cole grabbed his bike helmet and, hopping onto his motorcycle, drove down that dark road in the opposite direction of where David was headed.
Turning to go to his car, he was stopped by two men slightly taller than him. He immediately recognized that they were his eldest brother's bodyguards. Scowling, he braced himself for what was to come next.