She protests she's too drunk

Amy stroked Derek through his pants, marveling at the size of his hardness. Her vulva pulsed, wanting his touch again. Her juices were on his fingers, the fingers holding her hand to his crotch.

"Let's get out of here," Derek repeated.

"B-but I'm not, I can't drive," Amy said. "I took John's car, I can't just leave it here." Derek's penis swelled under her fingers. Her mouth went into a little 'O' and her nostrils flared.

"Let's go. We'll just sit. It's all right," Derek said. "It's all right."

Amy laughed. "You're right," she said. "The tab?"

"Paid up," Derek said. "Let's go, tiger."

"Rrrrarr, hahahahaha," Amy said, her growl sliding into a giggle. Derek moved his hand behind her waist and leaned into her, dipping her backward. "Eee, hehehehehe!" Amy laughed. "Mmmf!" As Derek kissed her again, she held tight to his hard cock through his slacks.

There was a hoot of laughter from the men watching. "Somebody needs to get a room!" one of them called out.

In your dreams, you see Amy stumbling across the graveled parking lot, giggling as Derek gropes her ass under her dark skirt. The bar was somebody's local favorite, at the edge of the town she'd driven your car to for her work event. The outside lights are ringed with a hazy glow from a mist that fell after midnight. Anything could happen. Anything could drift out of the mist. In a dark corner of the parking lot, a pink ember glows as someone takes the last drag of a cigarette, then arcs down, fading into the darkness. Amy and Derek wobble their way toward the car, close to that dark corner.

You feel the antique pen in your hand. You grip it tightly and it oozes ink.

Amy clicked the key fob. The lights blinked, projecting beams into the misty air, and the lock popped open. She laughed as Derek swept her into an embrace. She turned with him and pressed him against the side of the car, grinding into him. Their kissing and making out became an upright wrestling match, tongues tangling, breath heavy with liquor and resinous pot smoke. There was a little scraping sound, a shoe on gravel, but Amy only had attention for Derek.

"Let's take this inside," Derek said. "Chilly out here."

"Rrrrarrrh!" Amy growled, nipping at Derek's earlobe, feeling the scruff of his stubble against her cheek.