* popping bottles in the ice ?![tristan]

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There was a reason why people had stopped drinking in parks.

To be fair, she hadn’t started in a park, at a friends house where there was a large amount of alcohol. Wherever alcohol was Vika was in tow after it. She had gotten drunk in a park several times, but that was when she had been a bit younger. Teenagers in parks on a Friday night was a common sight, but not this late. She couldn’t remember if it had already been midnight or not, but it was dark and the stars were quite literally spinning so she assumed it was late. Upon entering the park she stopped, mouth open and her dark eyes unnaturally wide as she stared up at what looked like a shooting star. It took her more time that it should to work out it was actually an airplane, before she immediately lost interest and tottered on through the park, stumbling as she went.

She had no idea where she was going. She knew she had to get across the park to get home, but other than that no clue. Vika had a poor sense of direction when she was sober so she now had no chance. Not that she minded too much as she hobbled along, humming out of tune to nothing in particular. Her feet were beginning to hurt in the high heels. It had been a good party, ending slightly earlier than they had all expected because the girl’s flat-mate had come back from holiday unexpectedly and booted them all out. Vika had insisted on walking home, and with a group of equally wasted people it wasn’t hard to persuade.

The brunette suddenly stopped dead in the path, her expression moving from a stupid grin to shock, then back to the silly look again. She had felt a bit sick, then it had passed. She didn’t tend to do the spectacular barfing like some people. When Vika got ill from drinking, it was seriously ill. She had been to hospital once because of it, but that had been a combination of not taking her insulin and an early Pimm’s o’clock moment. She had learned her lesson. Moving off again she meandered across the pathway in a disorientated fashion, stopping to lean on a lampost before moving off again.

This continued for another half an hour until Vika had walked in a complete circle, not that she knew this. She shivered, she had forgotten to take her jacket with her and the night air was fresh. Her feet were now killing. With an loud sigh she bent down to adjust them, missing completely and tried again; this time lifting the foot in question up towards her hand in an attempt to make it easier. This had the opposite effect, as it eliminated any balance Vika had left.

With a loud shriek and much arm waving with her free arm she toppled promptly into a bush just off the path, her legs stuck out comically as she shrieked again and attempted to get upright without much luck.

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TRISTAN CAMERON MILLER

HEY GIRL WHERE'S YOU'RE DRINK WE GON' ALL GET REAL DRUNK TONIGHT

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For Tristan, this was a strange hour to be roaming the streets. He didn't tend to be out at this time, not drinking on the streets anyway. Usually he was in a club, or at a house party. Even getting laid. He had been to a house party, indeed, but the host was a traditional party pooper and it had been time to 'draw the night to a close.' What a dick. And so every member of the party had been evicted and forced to make their way home. There had been some deliberation as to whether they should carry on the boozing at another house. But that decision was waved away at the thought of the mess they would have to clean up after wards. That was something Tristan would never do. He couldn't afford to have anybody screw up his apartment purely for the fact he couldn't afford to replace anything. And unless it was a small (by small meaning about fifteen people) a house party at his was a no no. It was fine for the rich kids who could easily have anything replaced, but he couldn't afford to be paying out for things he didn't need to.



Especially when that money could go on alcohol.



He didn't even know why he was walking. He wasn't that drunk, he could probably have driven his car home. Well he'd driven home in a messier state to say the least. Although he'd learnt his lesson. After almost hitting a person he decided that he would only drive if he could actually see the road ahead. It always came in handy when driving a car after all. But really he wasn't bad tonight, not as normal. He hadn't had a lot of time to get going and had only managed a couple shots of vodka and a couple of pints of beer. Stick an archers in there too somewhere. And one tequila. But that was it. It was half the amount he'd normally drink in an hour at a club. He was an old pro at this drinking game and his liver had slowly started to accept (well tolerate better) the amount of alcohol he consumed on a daily basis. And he wasn't about to slow down his drinking now.



Tipsy, was what he was at the moment. Not much more, a bit giggly and a bit stupid but still able to use every motor function he had. He really should have driven, but instead had opted for the walk with his mates. Who had slowly all trailed off one by one in their own directions. He had trailed off a few minutes ago, although they were surely long gone by now. His route took him through the park, treacherous for anyone really, really drunk. Heck, they could easily fall into the pond. It was a tragedy waiting to happen. But thankfully, tonight, he had more sense then to go chasing after a duck. His movement was a little tilted, but nothing much more. He was able to stick to the path at least. Although if he wasn't clever enough to pick his feet right off the ground it may have been a worry that he might trip and fall. Quite possibly landing straight on his face.



But something attracted his attention. And quite suddenly at that. A sharp squeal came from up ahead, stopping Tristan in his tracks. He strained to work out what it could be. The alcohol had possibly destroyed any brain cells he had left. He was close to the conclusion that it was some type of bird when another shriek came from the direction. Well that certainly couldn't be a bird. Possibly a person? Although he doubted that anyone would be around at this time of night. Maybe it was someone from the party he had been to? But surely they would have gotten home before him. After all he lived the furthest away out of all of the people there. Deciding to investigate he took up a jog. A rather staggered jog, but a jog nonetheless. It didn't take long before he set eyes upon the rather humorous sight before him.



A pair of legs waved frantically from a bush and was that also an arm he could see? He slowed his pace down, staggering forwards as he did so. He took a few steps towards the comical scene, peeking his head over, to see who the pair of legs belonged to. He didn't recognise who it was, but whoever they were, they were worse of than him right now. A large grin appeared on hi face. "Want a hand?" He said with glee, offering a hand down to the woman on the floor. "And might I say, you look incredishly elegant from this point of view. Or well my point of view. I can see your knickers basically." He stuttered, his tongue not able to completely grasp the word 'incredibly'. And of course the woman's underwear had ridden up around her waist, possibly from the fall, which had possibly lowered her leggings. Or whatever they were. He didn't care. He saw knickers. Although he did feel extremely childish right now. Like a kid at Christmas. A woman, obviously intoxicated, lying beneath him all ready. Could tonight get any better?





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After a few more failed attempts at trying to get up and a bit more flailing, Vika gave up and slumped in the bush. It was actually quite comfortable, if she ended up sleeping here tonight it wouldn’t be too bad. Apart from the fact her legs were stuck up in the air and it was getting even colder down here. She yawned and reached up to remove a spare twig which had made itself comfortable in her hair. Life really didn’t get much better than this.

Except someone had to come along and spoil it.

She thought she could hear someone at least. Deciding after a moment she was hallucinating, Vika shut her eyes. She was beginning to feel worser for the wear, and a strange sensation that might be hunger. Some cheesy crips was what she really wanted now, but this bush wasn’t going anywhere soon. So when a voice that wasn’t her own sounded very close above her Vika was completely unprepared for it. With a terrified squeak her dark eyes shuddered open and frantically glanced around before focusing rather dimwittedly on the guy above her. It took Vika some moment to work out he was actually trying to help and after lifting her head up from the bush and noticing his hand for the first time, grabbed hold of it with her own and attempted to pull herself up. So it was goodbye to the bush.

She felt herself suddenly becoming upright and nearly staggered over the other way again but caught herself with a well placed foot just in time. Straightening up she squinted ever so slightly up at him as she tried to work out who he was. Nope, no one she knew, just a random stranger. He was certainly quite happy, but not as drunk as she was. Vika usually didn’t get this wasted, but that vodka had been strong and it didn’t help she had downed it like water. “Thank you!” She exclaimed, turning around to vaguely make sure she hadn’t left anything in the bush before turning back round to face the stranger. She was dimly aware that she was still holding his hand, and dropped it.

She laughed, a little too enthusiastically than she normally would have and placed a hand to her chest in mock surprise. “Why thank you! You know,” She pointed in his general direction, her hand wavering, “I do always try to look my best.” Before pausing to think. “Are they nishe knickers?” She said in a serious tone, although its effect was spoiled by her slur.

Drunk conversations were always the best ones. It was a shame no one remembers them.

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TRISTAN CAMERON MILLER

HEY GIRL WHERE'S YOU'RE DRINK WE GON' ALL GET REAL DRUNK TONIGHT

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Her squeak made him jump slightly, he wasn't expecting it and he didn't really know why she had made the sound in the first place. As quickly as the thought had come, it faded. Then she grabbed his hand, he pulled his arm backwards, keeping a tight grip on her hand not wanting her to just fall back into the bush. Else the whole 'rescuing her' thing would be disastrous. She was light enough for him to pick her up by himself, but the young woman also pushed herself up. Letting him off some of the work involved, which was probably a good thing. Tristan watched as she steadied herself on her feet, his free hand shooting forwards to offer support as she stumbled towards him. Although she didn't need it. Quickly she had steadied herself and was now standing before him, her hand still resting in his. He didn't mind this however. He watched her for a second, a smile still on his lips. She might not have noticed, but she was swaying where she stood. If she had noticed she would probably have tried to make an attempt to right herself. But she was oblivious to the teetering movements she was making.



They continued holding hands for a while, as she pronounced her thanks and looked back to the bush as if she may have left something down there. At least she still had some sense. If he was this drunk he probably would have gotten up and carried on walking, probably not bothering to look around. He'd probably end up sleeping in there too, or on the nearest park bench. Who knew? He was capable of anything when he was wasted. He remembered specifically waking up in a wheelie bin. With three of his other mates. He wasn't sure how he got in there. Or well how four of them had managed to squeeze in there. It was hardly big enough for one person, let alone four grown men. He did remember however, the person at the bottom of this wheelie bin heap had woken up with an incredibly sore neck. And was unable to move it for days. Oh the joys of being young and able to get drunk whenever you liked. Tristan was still looking for employment. And even though he had his own business he really needed to start photographing at the local shows to get some money into his funds. He didn't have a lot left in his bank account and he needed to pay for his housing, as well as his horse' s livery fees. Damn horse taking his money. He hardly ever rode him and they expected him to pay? Pfft what a rip of.



Drunken thoughts were always hilarious. Even if he didn't mean them.



He turned his attention back to the girl, realising he had zoned out for a moment or two. Her hand had dropped from his, and he dropped his hand back down to his side, in slight disappointment. Then she started to laugh, for what he couldn't quite remember what he had said, but he would go along with it. "Oh you do? Well if this is your best, I wouldn't like to see you on a bad night." He teased, laughing after he finished, but his laughter was stopped by her serious tone of voice. He looked at her, trying to work out what she had just said. Then it struck him, but was she really being serious? Maybe this called for being serious back? Or maybe she was just joking. "Err well I didn't get a good look. They were blue, everyone loves blue. Don't they?" He replied, almost as serious as her.



He was actually quite worried about the colour blue. That was his favourite colour. What if he was the only one who liked the colour blue? Oh well that wouldn't do. What if there was no colour blue? That would be strange. Because that would make the shirt he was wearing, another kind of colour. Maybe it would just be plain white and wouldn't that be boring? He looked down at his shirt, pinching the material between his fingers and pulling the shirt away from his chest so he could get a better look. He squinted, the stripes on his shirt not helping his vision in the slightest. It was luck they standing somewhat near a lamppost else he wouldn't even be able to make out the colour of his shirt. Coming to a decision he dropped his shirt and looked back to Vika.



Yeah, he certainly liked the colour blue the way it was.




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notes;; sorry rambling on about blue xD
wearing;; Outfit



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notes;; I love playing him again xD
outfit;; will come tomorrow xD

[kerli]

As he flinched at her sudden high pitched noise she made that silent smirking giggle that people often do when they see something mildly amusing; like someone tripping themselves up or walking into a door and the like. He didn’t look familiar at all, now that they were on the same level. Vika tended to recognise people from various social events she had been to, often when completely wasted. But this was a new one. In a normal state of mind she could have done some small talk, subtle flirting and ask if he wanted a drink; but she was far past that to even try and not be obvious. Plus it was some ridiculous time in the morning and she was more likely to be getting laid or passed out round a friend’s place than be wandering round a park.

Her only other thought, apart from the fact that this guy was fit as fuck, was the look on her sister’s face when she finally arrived home, plastered. Vika shared a flat with her older, much more sensible sister. She smirked foolishly at the thought alone. You were more likely to see the dead resurrected than Alice drunk. And she would have to see Magpie in the morning too. The piebald gelding was a handful enough as it was without being seriously hungover. She needed to get some things in her life sorted out, she had no money for Magpie any more, no money for the rent and was starting to run out of money for alcohol; the only thing that might make Vika try and get a proper job. She had considered selling herself, seeing it was one of the few things she could do well, but she didn’t just sleep with anyone. They needed to rate somewhere on her fit scale to even have a chance.

But as it was, she was beside herself that she was out of the bush, although if the worst had come to the worst she would have just slept there for the remainder of the night. She trembled in a weird combination of shivering and sheer energy from the alcohol. She was sure an energy drink was slipped in there somewhere; because she didn’t drink them normally because of the diabetes and she was buzzing now. Oh well. She had been worse. He teased back to her statement, but in her current condition Vika didn’t quite get the joke. She stared at him for a moment, with the silly grin in place before laughing, because he was laughing too. It didn’t really matter, everything was funny when you’re this wasted.

He was being serious back. Vika narrowed her eyebrows and glanced down, examining her person and found that they were indeed, blue. They had ridden up slightly past her leggings where she had fallen. The effort made her cross-eyed as she looked back up again, pushing her dark hair out of her face again, not noticing there was a leaf in it. “I think they do. I like blue.” Her face then grew extremely worried. “What if we’re the only people who like blue?!” She said in a half hysterical, half amused tone, her eyes following his motions as he inspected his shirt. Deciding that it must be interesting, she leaned forwards to also pick at the shirt with her fingers, going cross eyed again as she tried to work out why they were both looking at it. “Stripey.” Was her conclusion before she lost balance yet again and grabbed his arm to stop herself falling over completely. She had been swaying on the spot, it was only a matter of time.

Looking up again wildly she paused before speaking. “I’m Vika, by the way.” She promptly said, her mind still a little concerned that no one else would like blue. If it was the case she would have to throw those knickers away.

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TRISTAN CAMERON MILLER

HEY GIRL WHERE'S YOU'RE DRINK WE GON' ALL GET REAL DRUNK TONIGHT

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As she questioned him about the colour blue he frowned. "No no, I'm sure my cousin likes blue. He has a blue car." Which was perfectly true (well it quite possibly could be purple, not that he could correctly recall at this moment in time) but probably not at all relevant. Well that would be in a normal conversation. And this couldn't be classed as an actual conversation. Drunk ones they were possibly the most amusing conversations a person could have. Either that or the deeply secretive ones which would not normally be said when sober. Luckily as nobody ever remembered the full details of a drunken conversation there was never anything to fret about. And it wasn't that Tristan had any deep dark secrets to tell. Well none that he could recall at the moment. He let her pick at his shirt, helping him decide that it was indeed striped. It wasn't just his vision, thank god.



He watched her carefully as she started to shiver. Perhaps he should offer his jacket. He had a long sleeved shirt on and he wasn't half as cold as she probably was. "You look cold. Here." He offered, shrugging his shoulders out of his leather jacket. He grabbed it with his hand and wrapped it around her shoulders. It was her decision whether she put her arms into the sleeves or not. And true to Tristan style he slipped in a flirtatious comment. "Anything else I can do to keep you warm?" He smirked, stepping forwards to embrace her in his arms. "Warm now?" He questioned, picking her up and spinning around in a circle. He didn't care whether she tried to fight him or not, he was keeping his grip on her.



The trouble with spinning and holding someone whilst under the influence of alcohol was that you hardly had enough balance to keep yourself upright. Let alone another person. This was the pitfall in his parade of bravado and strength. Unable to keep control of where his feet were being placed his legs became entangled with one another. And within seconds he was falling, Vika still possibly in his arms. He hit the ground on his elbow, rocking over onto his other elbow, Vika beneath him. He rested his weight on his elbows, a laugh erupting from his mouth. The pain had been dulled by his intoxication but there would surely be some large bruises there in the morning. He looked down to Vika, a huge grin on his face. "Vika you say? Tristan. Nice to make of aqu-uainntance." He stuttered still chuckling at the previous scene. Unfortunately, they were both back on the floor, almost where Vika had been before. Minus the bush.




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Vika nodded and listened intently to the stranger. She couldn’t think what colour her car was at the moment. She had the strange feeling it was red though. Did that make her a non-blue lover? “That’s always a good sign.” She said, nodding seriously, her chin sticking out in the level of concentration she was giving this, in a drunken state. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a heck of a lot. She vaguely felt she was getting too upset over this, but it was a very important matter. The whole effort of it was making her head hurt, or rather a combination of too many shots and falling backwards into a bush. She let go of his shirt, her hand reaching up to caress the side of her head where it was hurting. It was going to be one heck of a hangover, but it was worth it.

She watched with mild confusion as he started taking his jacket off, her eyebrows showing the stupidly perplexed expression perfectly before it dawned on her that he was giving it to her. “Oh! Tanks.” She exclaimed, snuggling into the depth of the jacket and the warmth of its previous wearer. However, Vika was in too much of a state to have pulled away from Tristan if she had wanted to, but any kind of attention from guys of his calibre was warmly accepted, in whatever condition she was in. She wasn’t able to convey anything subtly any more. “Oh, much better.” She said with a cheeky grin, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. It was an act she had perfected, numerous times.

What she hadn’t expected was being airborne. Again.

Her hands lunged around his shoulders in a desperate attempt to stop herself from spinning away, but unknown to her, they weren’t going that fast. Vika grinned madly, her expression slowly changing as she felt herself falling, and then the ground came up to meet them. Somehow, in the tussle, she ended up underneath him. The headache was throbbing now and somewhere down her leg hurt a little, but other than that she felt alright. The alcohol took away most of the pain. Her eyes took on that glazed, pre-laughter look before she exploded into giggles. The only time falling over was funny - when wasted.

Her arms remained round his shoulders, mostly because she wanted them to. He might have to help her up again. “Its nice to meet you Tristan.” She said, still chuckling to herself at the fall. “I seem to end up on the floor a lot, but my knickers are under control this time.” She said with a grin. It was much more comfortable down here, with the jacket. She would have to invest in one, or go back to her friend’s and pick her own coat up.

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TRISTAN CAMERON MILLER

HEY GIRL WHERE'S YOU'RE DRINK WE GON' ALL GET REAL DRUNK TONIGHT

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Tristan was a seasoned professionally in the flirting business. He'd charmed many a woman of her feet, and into his bed. It wasn't hard for the dashingly handsome young man, who had a knack for charm and allurement. He was very good with words, along with actions. He was certainly not the kind of guy who was all bark and no bite, certainly not. If he had his eye on someone there was a 90% chance that he would have them by the end of the night, no matter who it was. A world famous model, or a bartender. All the while he shared no compassionate feelings towards the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending upon how you looked at it) female typically underneath or above him. It was safe to say he never called back or stayed after 11am. He'd only come back if he was A) Desperate or B) They had become arranged fuck buddies.


He preferred the latter option to be the reason why he went back to girls he'd bedded. Although the first hardly ever reared it's ugly head.


After all he, hadn't seen that Aussie girl since he'd been with her a couple of weeks ago. She had been his first conquest of Crossfire Farms. And of course not his last. He had had many one night stands over the past few weeks and even one very interesting offer from a mistress. Which unfortunately had not seemed to follow through. Although he wouldn't mind having a threesome with two Asian chicks. He knew they were the dirty ones. But Aussie had been easy, all it took was one drink and to tell her she looked like a hooker to get what he wanted. He was speeding to hers within seconds of getting in her car. That was a satisfactory night to say the least, although he was perhaps a bit too drunk to remember it. Well, most of it. And now she'd slipped off his radar completely. He hadn't expected any less, he even made sure that it happened. No exchange of number, address anything. And he was sure to keep it that way, the girl in truth annoyed him. Which would put most men off, but he wasn't most men. His top priority was a good shag, not the personality of the whore he was doing it with. Anyway he now had a new toy.


He looked down at Vika, who was giggling furiously beneath him, he laughed along with her. He was starting to sober up slightly, which made his mind more geared towards the proposition of sex. He reached a hand up behind her back, teasingly running it back around to her side, holding her slightly closer to him. He was pretty much always like this, his attitude towards women probably wouldn't change for a good while. And he did well to not let on what his intentions were. No matter how perverse they may be. He always acted the gentleman. "Hmm, well we can always sort that out." He grinned cheekily. She was making evident what she wanted from him, and he wasn't about to turn her down. But neither was he going to make it easy for her. She would have to chase him, she would be making the first move. Tristan never did such things as it would risk rejection. And he couldn't have that.





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As I’ve said before, Vika didn’t do subtle. Or at least not in this condition. Given a fair chance she could have charmed the whiskers off a cat, but at the moment she was up to doing much that involve having to think about something. It hurt a little just to think about that. And this wouldn’t be the first time having a stranger on top of her, well, in the park possibly. Most guys preferred to take the girl home and she was cool with that, or so off her face she didn’t remember agreeing to go to theirs. Plus having her older sister sharing the flat made it no less short of awkward. The first month of Vika sharing with Alice she had made the mistake of bringing someone home in the early hours, and to say it had been the most embarrassing breakfast conversation was an understatement.

It was a good thing that Alice wasn’t the promiscuous type, otherwise Vika would have moved out months ago.

Every now and again when her sister went home to visit mum there was the opportunity, but that was usually given way to house parties. Oh how the neighbours loved her. Fuck buddies came in handy too, especially mid-week when drinking hit an all-time low. Now it sounded like Vika had whoreish tendencies, which was partially true. She never went out specifically looking for sex, but if the offer was there, she wouldn’t turn it down. And right now, faced with either attempting to walk back to her apartment in the middle of the night on her own, or let Tristan have his way with her, the second option was looking far more attractive.

So eventually, the giggling subsided, although a happy smile still remained on her face, mostly due to the extent of her intoxication. Tristan’s hand curled around her back, holding her closer to him. Evidently, the same thought was on his mind too. A slight change occurred in her expression, still smiling but it shifted away from the innocent impression to something a little more serious and her back arched up towards his body at his touch. She blinked, sluggishly processing what he had said. “Question is, do you want to see them again?” She asked coyly, one leg tangling round his in a suggestive manner as she spoke.

So what if she was acting like a slut. Why not?

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Her comment made him secure in his thoughts that they wanted the exact same things from each other. He didn't know her reasoning's for it, perhaps because she was oh-so-slightly wasted that she didn't know what she was agreeing too. But he highly doubted it. In fact he was more than certain that she knew what she was letting herself in for. And he hoped that she didn't expect anything other than a fuck, no strings attached or anything. Possible fuck buddies, but for now, he just wanted a good time. And hell was he going to get one. He hadn't had sex in a couple of days and was almost feeling some withdrawal symptoms. He was almost sure he wasn't a sex addict, until he went without it, which he hardly ever had to do. But in a small Texas town there were only so many girls before you had to venture further a field. Luckily he hadn't reached that point yet, that would probably mean moving and he quite liked the town. The party scene was ok and he actually had a chance at setting his business up here.


And if he gained a fuck buddy out of this night then he would never have to venture further to get a shag.


Although the reason why he couldn't remain in a relationship for more than a week was because he was prone to cheating. He was certainly not the faithful type and asking him to stay true to one girl was a lot to ask of him. His record had been about 3 weeks, and even then it was a struggle. He'd spent most of his time cooped up indoors with the girlfriend at the time and hadn't really been out partying. Which was probably why he hadn't cheated. Tristan was however proud that he had developed some feelings for the girl in question, however minute they might have been, there was some part of him which didn't want to hurt her. That showed some signs of maturity at the age of 18. Yet they seemed to have vanished as he ended it with her, confessing he wasn't ready for a relationship and wanted to have fun. Which was fair enough, the girl was content with being able to say that she'd kept him to herself for three weeks. Even if rumours did circulate that he had cheated, this still hadn't dampened her thoughts. And still years on, that tiny level of maturity had not shown it's face again, he was still having fun and enjoying life. And he didn't see anything wrong with doing it. Neither did he have any intent on stopping.


Which lead him to the question; what to do with Vika? Have sex with her of course, that was his top priority. But should he take her home, it would probably be a lot comfier than the position they were in now. But he had done it in a park before. He contemplated asking her, but he wanted to be in control of the situation. Though in truth he didn't mind if it was here or at his. It wasn't like anyone was about to walk by them, even if they were right next to the path. It was much too late at night for them to be caught in the act, and it wasn't as if he was planning to even undress, not in this cold climate. They only problem was that he didn't have a condom on him, he'd left his wallet back at the party (which he'd only just realised) and his nearest stash was at his home. Perhaps Vika would have one? Though the chances of her intending to have a good romp tonight her quite slim. Maybe he would ask her after all. "Well, can I see them here, or would you prefer undressing back at my place?" He asked suggestively, any other man may have leant in for the kiss. But he wasn't that type of guy. He was one that got straight to business, no time for wasting.

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This night was turning into a good one, not that it had been bad before. When there was alcohol involved Vika was usually pretty happy, providing her sugar levels didn’t act up. She was quite content here in Addison, she had settled in to the local night life well enough and at the moment didn’t have to worry about getting a job, as long as money paid for the rent her sister was moderately happy. She knew Alice would prefer it if she did try and get a job, but Vika just didn’t see anything she wanted to do. Plus she had Magpie and her social life to take care of, such as now. Moments like this, getting stuck in a bush and being rescued/fucked by some random hot guy was what life was about. There was never too much shagging in Vika’s opinion, or drinking.

She had Gabe for that, her newly acquired drinking-and-oops-we-ended-up-in-bed buddy. She knew barely anything about him, apart from the fact he liked to drink as much as she did, which suited her down to the ground. Sadly enough Vika didn’t know anyone that well, well enough to go out on a Friday night but had no connections with anyone. It was partly the reason she did this, subconsciously she was filling an empty gap with various flings and wild nights out. The idea that she was just a nineteen year old girl didn’t cross her mind. She had never kept down a boyfriend, she earned a certain reputation and left school as soon as she could. Being told what to do all the time never went down with her.

She glanced back up at Tristan, slightly cross-eyed. Was he suggesting that they do it, here? In a park? The mere idea sounded hilarious, she would probably laugh her head off during the entire thing, and even the thought had her in the silent giggles. A sober Vika would have said no way, the wasted Vika was entertaining the idea. She would never be able to go past the spot without having some kind of hysterical fit, because that was the sort of person she was. But on the other hand, she was cold enough already and her head was aching from where she had hit it when falling on the floor. Plus she had no condom on her, as was her habit. Vika only took one with her if she definitely knew she was getting any, and tonight had happened quite by chance. Besides, it was the guy’s job to ensure all that was taken care of.

Although there was no chance that anyone was going to walk by at this moment, the prospect of something more comfortable was recognisable even in her state. “Your place sounds good to me.” She said cheerfully, as if he had invited her back for tea or something, not a shag. That was the general way of looking at things for her. She didn’t move, as Tristan was obstructing her way somewhat, but getting up might be a bit difficult.

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