Why not? Keep 'em coming!

Shamus hands you another glass and you down it much faster than the last one. Things around you start to get a little fuzzy and you feel much warmer. Sound start to blend together and slur. Things feel a little off-kilter to you, but you know you're only slightly buzzed. You've been worse off than this before.

You turn to look at Melody and find yourself shocked that she's barely still on the barstool. There were three tall, empty glasses by her on the bar. Melody never managed to outdrink you. Three regular glasses was usually enough to get her drunk and she just imbibed twice that. Her head was swaying a bit from side to side and her eyes were glazed over.

You guess that it's time to get her home before she falls over completely. You stand up and the world tilts on it's axis slightly, causing you to stumble a bit. You shake your head and try and clear your mind. You can fight this.

"C'mon Melody." You say. "Time to go home."

"I'm nah even startin' yet." She slurs angrily, turning to face you. "I'll tell ya when iss time ta go hame." She nearly falls over and you manage to catch her in your arms. She looks up at you slowly, the anger in her eyes fading away. Her gaze travels across your face and then up and down your chest. She licks her lips subconsiously.

"Ready to go?" You ask.

"Yesh." She responds, nodding. You help her to her feet and throw some bills down on the counter to pay for the drinks. Putting your arm around her shoulders, you help Melody walk straight out the door. The rain has let up for the most part, slowling to a light drizzle. In your intoxicated state, you hardly notice.

Melody was acting even odder than you think a drunk girl should. She was constantly tipping to her left side, causing her to bump into you. She would look up and laugh shyly, but do it again in just a few minutes. Occasionally, her hands would brush your chest as she straightens back up and she would rub your arms slowly. Her eyes meet yours every time and she lingers for a few seconds.

"Jack...hold up..." Melody says suddenly. "I think I'm gunna hurl."

"Oh!" You exclaim. "Okay...uh..."

"The alley." She slurred, pointing to an alley next to you. "Help me inta tha alley." You hurriedly get her into the darkened alleyway and get her up to one of the brick walls behind a trashbin. Suddenly, Melody spins around and grabs your shoulders, pushing you against the wall. She nearly falls over, but miraculously stays up. You're so suprised you go along with it.

"What the hell?" You start to ask, but she quickly presses her lips against your roughly. The kiss is wet and sloppy, her drunk state making it difficult to do it properly. You eventually break free of it and push her away.

"Melody, what the hell?" You repeat, hoping to get an answer this time.

"I wan' ya to fuck me." She says.

"Huh?" You ask, you mind dying out. That was even more unexpected than the kiss.

"Fuck me. Fuck mah brains out. Right here, right now." She slurrs, reaching down and rubbing the front of your jeans. "Cah-mawn. I'm horny and I need this."

You know you need to push her away because she's drunk and not thinking straight, but her touch is intoxicating you mind worse than the **** and your hormones are starting to get the better of you. You close your eyes in an attempt to get a hold of yourself. You gasp out loud as Melody's grip tightened.