We didn't quite make it inside. But we really didn't think we would anyway. It's ok, because we're both too drunk to care. You bite my lip as I grab your crotch. You're unbuttoning my blouse, tempted to just tear it off while I fumble with your belt buckle. We're out in the hallway so it's definitely possible for someone to just walk by and see us; maybe it's more exciting this way...I'm glad I had that last drink. And so did you. I'm glad that we took a cab home. I'm glad that I'm with you. Right here, right now. I glad that we're never too drunk to fuck.
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