Fast forward a few hours later, after a lot of glasses of beer, and bourbon, but just one glass of wine. Because I'm not that stupid. Mason and Graham are currently so drunk that they are laughing at each other for absolutely no reason. We are the only ones left in the bar, except for Hugh who is currently trying his best to convince the boys that is time to leave. Kudos to Hugh, he has been extremely patient and welcoming but we have overstayed our welcome about five hours ago.
" Either you leave or I'll lock up with all three of you in here," Hugh threatens, both men laugh, and Hugh bangs his head against the counter, exasperated. He has been saying the same thing in any shape or form he could think of for about two hours. I tried to help him, but everything I said was met with a booming fit of laughter, followed by several unsavoury remarks on my account.
Such as, ' Come here sweet tits. I'll show you how to properly polish wood,' That would be Graham, although his boisterous charm has made it easier to swallow that one down.
Followed by,' You know nothing. She has already had a taste of the best and won't go for your janky ass dick,' That would be Mason but with a darker edge to him, and I didn't think that was possible. I can confidently say that I have no interest in bedding either of them considering the onslaught of lewd remarks I had to endure in past forty-five minutes.
Hugh raises his hands in defeat, walks around the counter, produces a set of keys from his pocket, and heads to lock up. It's late. So, very late.
" Fine, we will go," Graham slides off his seat and sways a little, but regains his footing and looks at me a little cross-eyed.
Mason follows after, going through the same routine. We've been sitting down for quite some time now, standing up while drunk must have the world go in and out of focus. I've never been blind drunk before, or maybe I was and don't remember.
Graham pulls me to his side to lean on me while, Mason takes my other side, not because he cares for my well-being, he just needs someone to lean on as well. We head to the door, on stumbling feet, more or less walking straight, as soon as we step onto the pavement, Hugh slams the door behind us letting out a series of expletives that would put any sailor to shame. I feel for the man, I truly do, but damn, that mouth.
Under their collective weight, I feel my knees buckle. Jesus. We are not going to make it home any time soon.
" Shay," Graham slurs and Shay appears in front of us in a ball of blue light as per usual. I did wonder where he had disappeared but since he abandoned us the moment we set foot on solid ground. Probably, making the most of all that forest he has at his disposal, that's what he did. And probably hunted some poor unsuspecting birds.
We stumble, while the men drag me left and right as they sway on their feet. They are still chuckling to themselves, here and there for no reason. They trip on snow, and a few boardwalks, but we make it back to Graham's place, barely. Frankly, I'm relieved that I didn't have to drag them all the way, and they somehow managed to remain standing. At this point, I consider that an incredible feat.
All the blood drains from my face, when I look up at the lofty staircase. We are not going to make it up.
Pulling away from the two, I settle them down onto the first step," You two wait here. I'll go up. Graham keep Shay with you and hold Mason's hand," Graham leans onto Mason, and calls Shay onto his lap, while I bolt up the steps. They are both drunkardly mumbling and giggling among themselves while I sprint up the steps.
They will probably fall asleep, by the time I make it all the way up, that would save me a lot of trouble.
Sweating profusely, and heaving for my next breath I push the door to the apartment open and call for Shay the instant I step through the door.
They all appear in a heap of tangled limbs with Shay on top of them, as soon as they hit the floor they begin groaning and complaining about the fact that the world is tilting.
Mason disagrees, saying that in fact is upside down, and Graham doesn't know shit.
One by one, I pick them off the floor, and take them to bed. Sadly, there are only two bedrooms, I guess I'll be sleeping on one of the chaise-longs with Shay.
I take Mason last because seems to be the worst, and it takes me quite a long time to drag him the few necessary feet that we have to take to make it to the bedroom.
After battling for a little while, I finally got him on the bed. I'm exhausted, sweating, and all kinds of gross.
Mason pushes off his shoes and plops back on the bed, while I wrestle the covers from under him. With one final grunt, and a forceful yank, I finally get a hold of half of the covers, it will have to do.
As I turn to leave, Mason grabs my wrist and pulls me down so fast that I don't have time to fight it. Pretty springy for a drunk man.
I land off of top of him, my lower body dangling off the edge of the at an awkward angle, where I'm greeted with Mason's glassy eyes. He is drunk, but judging by his expression not as drunk as he led me to believe.
Swallowing the lump in my throat," Mason," I say breathlessly," Let me go," He smirks, but it's not the boozy kind, and I suddenly become alarmed.
" Hello beautiful," His lips softly brush mine, while his grip on my wrist tightens, almost painful.
" Hello to you too. Now let me go, or I'll have to punch you," I warn, but there is no conviction behind that threat, and he knows it.
In one swift move, he pulls me onto the bed and rolls on top of me, pinning me under his full weight. Nose to nose, chest to chest, knee to knee, I'm immobilised. Not that I'm trying very hard to escape.
" Mason this is a mistake," I breathe, and he chuckles, a sound so deep and raspy, that I feel it all the way into my soul.
" One that I would make, over and over, until the end of time," And with that he kisses me, pushing me deeper into the mattress, tasting me, delving deeper into my mouth, while I taste him with the same ardour and a hint of bourbon. And it's the best thing I ever tasted in my life.
He lets go of my wrists, and his hands begin to wander everywhere, he stops briefly to give my breast a firm squeeze, and then fully settles between my legs, with no objection on my part. Also, not doing much thinking at that moment, although I'm beginning to feel a bit predatory, because he is drunk and I'm not, and maybe he is not completely himself.
When he pulls away from the kiss, " Mason you're drunk," I pant, and he smiles but doesn't say anything, his hand slides under my jumper, grazing against my side, settles fully on my breast, and begins to tease my nipple through the lace bra. He takes a sharp breath in when my nipple perks up, and the rest of my body jumps into action, disregarding the sinfulness of this act.
" So you keep saying, but I've never felt more sober in my entire life," He says quietly, flexing his hips into mine, giving me all his attention, and a taste of what I already know he is hiding under his perfectly pressed suit.