Sketchy makes his drunken move.

"Sketchy..." Max said looking up at her drunken friend. Groaning as his weight swayed against her. Why did it have to be Sketchy. "Where's Cindy?"

"Uhhhhh,"

"Sketch! Where's Cindy?" Max repeated.

"Uhh, she left with some blond... yeah."

Cindy wasn't here. Max knew then that she needed to get out of Crash before it was too late. Max stood. At the same moment Sketchy decided to lean too far forward sending him falling towards Max.

They both groaned. Max instinctively catching her drunk friend.

"Sketchy!"

"Sorry..." Sketchy mumbled, his feet still wobbly. His hands wrapped around Max's waist for support. "Maybe, maybe I should go homesh."

"God..." Max moaned out, before biting her lip. Her arms were tight around Sketchy, holding him up. Her aching breasts crushed against his chest. Her nipples rubbed hard against the fabric of her shirt sending flares of desire shooting through her body.

Drunk, his inhibitions lost, Sketchy let his hands wonder south. A drunken grin crossing his face as he cupped Max's firm ass. How he had dreamed of this day.

"Maxx." he muttered softly as he squeezed her butt.

"Mmmhhohgod," Max moaned, her body involuntarily pushing back against his hands. No, no, no, her mind screamed. Not here, not with Sketchy. "Gotta" get outta' here," she whined out before doing her best to tare herself away from Sketchy.

Max pushed her way through the thinning crowd towards the back door. Sketchy close in tow.