Oreos
for Breakfast - Chapter 3
By
The Paperbag Princess and The Pumpkin
Coach
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We stepped out of the car and Frank led us all past the line, right up to the door. It was one already, there was still a line?
Not for us! I'd never gotten the royal treatment like this when I was with Damon in London and everyone knew who he was. We were ushered inside and put at a table in the VIP section. There was even a bottle of champagne on the table. AJ took one look at it and ordered an entire bottle of Jack Daniels. James and I kept looking at one another and giggling, it was too fucking surreal.
Nick couldn't look more bored if he tried. I toasted champagne glasses with him and shook my head. "It is very weird to have you here, little man."
He cocked his head, considering me. "Why?"
"You're just a regular guy when we talk on the phone, but here you are being treated like a pop god."
He laughed. "And here you are, the wanton sex goddess. Completely intimidating."
Laughing, I jumped up and held out my hand to him. "Let's go be gods and dance, then." He took my hand, letting me pull him out of his chair.
"Where are you going?" AJ complained.
"Dancing, that's why we're here, right?" I pulled him out of his chair as well and we hit the dance floor. They were playing crap club music, but fuck 'em. James and I loved to dance together, ever since we'd practice in my bedroom in high school. Took years for any of those moves to pay off. AJ and Nick were good, fighting over dancing with me and making me laugh. Frank stood at the edge of the dance floor, glaring at anyone who tried to dance with us. That was OK with me, I liked having the three hottest guys in the club fighting over me.
A new song started and James laughed, leaning over to me. "It's Missy Elliot, your favorite!"
I rolled my eyes at him. "I like her, it's just the idiot that named his baby after her that I don't like."
"Damon?" Nick asked, putting an arm around my waist and pulling me over to him.
"Yes, Damon named his baby after Missy Elliot. That is so stupid, pop stars naming their babies after other pop stars. I mean, I'm not about to name my kid Nick Rhodes!"
"What, we're not going to have a Nick junior?" I couldn't believe I said that, and she just laughed, throwing back her head. It was all I could do not to kiss her neck, licking up that bead of sweat there at the base of her throat.
Jesus. Her hips were next to mine, she can surely feel my erection. Yeah, she could, she shot me such a sexy, knowing look when I let her go.
This song was called 'One Minute Man,' that would be me tonight. She was too much for me. Especially when she pulled off her big shirt, dancing over to hand it to Frank. He took it with an eye roll and she kissed his cheek before dancing back over to us, in just her little tank top. I could see her bra straps, bright pink. Did it clasp in the front or back, and could I unhook a bra with my left hand? I'd never tried.
Damn. She was wearing pants that showed off her tattoos perfectly, both of them. I'd barely seen the one around her belly button, and tried not to stare at the one on the small of her back. I'd nearly come undone when James told me where it was the other night, and he was smirking at me now.
"Good god!" AJ yelled, putting his hands on her hips and staring down at her back. She stopped dancing, grabbing onto my shoulders for balance. Fuck.
"That is fucking hot, Rachel!" AJ told her.
"Thank you, Alex," she laughed, grinning up at me. Alex. Friends called him Alex, not just girls he barely knew.
I knew she was AJ's type. He pulled her against his chest, grinding his hips into hers and leaning over her shoulder to shout in her ear. "What's it say?"
She stretched her arms above her head, dancing against him. I was going to kill him later. "Nick knows. James has one just like it on his arm."
James sighed next to me. "Mine never gets that sort of reaction."
"You weren't man enough to have it put in a good place, don't blame me."
"Did it hurt?" AJ asked her, his hands on her hips as she moved against him.
I was so going to kill him later.
"Yes," she nodded. "Like a bitch."
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" AJ flirted, and she smiled, catching James' eye.
"You could kiss it and make all sorts of things better."
AJ raised an eyebrow at me and kissed her neck, and it was all I could do not to hit him right here on the dance floor in front of hundreds of people. He was just doing this to piss me off, what the fuck was his problem?
She turned around, stepping away from him with a smile. "I'm not sure I should let you do that, Mr. McLean. Just think of the rumors we'll start."
"Didn't we start the rumors weeks ago, Rachel?" He pulled her back with an arm around her waist, and I couldn't watch anymore. There was a girl dancing near us who kept looking at me, so I went over to her, trying to ignore Rachel and AJ flirting.
I draped my arms around AJ's neck, smiling. He was a very good dancer, and I was drunk. I didn't have to resist this Backstreet Boy, I knew it wouldn't go anywhere. "That's right, I'm already your girlfriend!"
"Hell, if I'm going to get my real girlfriend pissed at me, I might as well have some fun, right?"
"Is she pissed at you?" Damn, I was just laughing about those rumors, they might be fucking up his life.
He just shook his head. "Not about you, don't worry. She knows you're Nicky's."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Am I?"
"He thinks so." He nodded his head to the side. "We chased him away."
I glanced over, Nick was dancing with some girl who looked up at him like the god he was. Damnit. AJ laughed, twirling me away from him and then back again. "You look so upset, Rachel."
I wrinkled my nose at him, making him laugh harder. "All you have to do is say the word and he's yours, you know that, right?"
"Bad idea, isn't it, Alex?"
"You're way too much woman for him, you wanton sex goddess." I laughed as the DJ announced it was the last dance. Frank came over, grabbing Nick by the back of his shirt and pulling him over to us.
"We're leaving before the rush. If we walk through the park, its quicker." AJ started to whine and Frank silenced him with a look. "The bar is still open at the hotel, deal with it. Nick, are we bringing your new friend?"
Did Nick make new friends all the time?
Of course he did. He was the cutest Backstreet Boy, I'm sure girls threw themselves at him. Boys threw themselves at me, and I was no one.
He caught my eye and I just met his stare. Please don't bring her, please please please. I won't talk to AJ again, I promise.
Pathetic! I was fucking pathetic!
Nick shook his head. "No. Let's go." Frank led us out, handing me my shirt back. Nick waved at his new friend and ran to catch up with Frank.
Stepping outside was a shock, and I took a deep breath, shooting James a look. He nodded and caught up with AJ, asking him about his tattoos. I ran a step to catch up with Nick's long legs, pulling on my shirt in the cooler air outside. Nick barely glanced over at me, and I said the first thing that came into my mind to break the silence. "I love leaving a club, don't you?"
"Why?" He muttered, not really looking at me. Oh, don't be mad at me, please, it was one dance.
Pathetic! I should be annoyed with him for being jealous over nothing, not wishing for him to forgive me. But yet I rambled on. "After all the noise and the smoke and lights, its so cool to step outside into reality. It's such a shock, but it's a cool one. Sorta like coming off stage."
He slowed down, looking down at me with the smallest of smiles on his face, and I breathed an involuntary sigh of relief. "I never thought about it before. But it is cool."
I smiled at him, taking his good hand in mine. "You're a good dancer."
"No I'm not. I'm only good when I have steps to practice." He laced his fingers through mine, and it was so cute I didn't dream of moving away.
"No, you're good when you're not paying attention. We'll have to go out some other time when we have more than an hour."
"Are you coming back to the hotel with us?" He asked me.
"Yeah, we've got to get a cab, think they can do that for us? Where are you staying?"
"Frank!" He yelled, stopping to look back at Frank, who was bringing up the rear.
"What?" Frank asked, catching up with us.
"Where are we staying?"
Frank pointed to the ritzy hotel across the park, "You're in room 1512, not that you'll remember that later." Nick stuck his tongue out at Frank, who didn't even notice, as he walked past us to lead us through the park.
"I can never remember my room number from day to day, either," I told Nick. "Especially since we always stay at the Holiday Inn, and they really all do look alike. Bet yours don't. Is it very nice?"
God, did he always smile like that when I asked about his hotels? He looked at me like I was the cutest thing ever, and I had to grin back. "It is. You can come see my room, examine it for brown."
I laughed. "I think I'll pass, I need to be on the road in like seven hours. Can I see your tour bus?" I asked hopefully, but he shook his head.
"No, it's at the venue, nowhere to park it near the hotel. So you should come up to my room," he flirted, and I just shook my head. Definitely too dangerous. Still holding my hand, he jumped up on the nearest bench with a grin. "We're in a park. Should I sing?"
"It didn't work before, now did it?" I teased, and he wrinkled his nose at me.
"It at least got you to kiss me," he said softly, and I felt my knees go weak.
No, this would be a mistake, my head kept telling me that. My heart felt entirely differently, but I managed to ignore that as Frank yelled over at us. "Nick! Off the bench, I'm not doing that again."
Nick jumped off the bench, glaring over at Frank. "He ruins everything."
"Just doing his job, sweetie." I made him keep walking as Frank headed towards us.
"Am I going to have to separate you two?" Frank scolded.
"Frank! Was that a joke?" I asked incredulously, and he actually smiled at me.
"Shouldn't you walk into the hotel with the other one?" He asked innocently, and I laughed.
"We'll let Nick walk in with James, that'll start some rumors."
James stopped walking, turning around to see us. "Did I hear my name?"
"Yes, darling, we think you should walk into the hotel with Nicky and start some rumors," I told him, and he swanned over to us with his best queen attitude.
"Oh, yes, can I kiss him again in front of an audience?"
Nick hid behind me, whining about kissing boys, making both AJ and I crack up. James chased Nick to the edge of the park, both of them laughing, and AJ put his arm around me. "Seriously, do you want to walk in with me or him?"
"I don't care, AJ. Can't I just walk in with James?"
"You can do whatever you want, darlin', but isn't it more fun to see where these rumors end up in a week?"
I laughed at the mischievous smile on his face. "You, then. They will definitely take it as proof that you and I are a couple. I bet ya ten bucks by this time next week we'll be engaged."
"Hmm… by this time next week, you'll be pregnant with my illegitimate love child."
We laughed, making up more outrageous rumors as we approached the hotel, until a sudden shriek made me look up from his naughty eyes.
Dear god, there were at least 50 girls outside. AJ raised an eyebrow as I moved away from him. "Wuss!" I just shook my head as I went over to James, taking his hand. AJ followed me, kissing my cheek quickly. "There. I just counted about 10 flashbulbs, we're definitely an item now."
"Bastard," I giggled. "Where's Nick? Let's blow their minds."
Nick was already smiling for photos, and AJ joined him, still laughing with me. Frank came over to James and I. "Come on, I'll get you in while they do this."
A couple of the girls were looking at me as Frank led us behind Nick and AJ, so I grabbed Nick's ass, making him jump and turn around to look at me. I gave him an innocent smile and Frank got us into the hotel, rolling his eyes at me.
Did she just grab my ass? Why did she do that?
By the look on her face, she did it to start some rumors. Man, our publicist was gonna kill me.
I couldn't sign my name, so I smiled nicely for pictures, answering 'basketball' to every question about my hand.
"See, I'm madly in love with that girl that grabbed my ass, and Frank told me I wasn't going to be able to see her tonight, so I put my fist through a wall." Nah. Wouldn't fly.
After a couple of minutes, Frank steered us inside and into the bar. It was mostly empty, a few small groups of fans, some of the dancers and band. Frank went to sit with some of the other bodyguards, and Rachel and James were sitting at the bar talking to Kevin and Kristin. Kevin shot me a look when AJ and I appeared and I sighed, sitting next to him. "What?"
"How much has he been drinking?"
"He's fine, Kevin. He's flirting with Rachel and having a good time." I had no idea how much AJ had been drinking. Too much, as usual. I glanced past Kevin, he'd taken the seat next to Rachel and was already drinking something. How much had Kevin been drinking? It was past two and he was still at the bar.
"What about you? You shouldn't be drinking, with the Vicodan."
I rolled my eyes and ordered an iced tea. Fucking Kevin. I had one dad, wasn't that enough? "I'm fine. Everyone's fine. Go to bed, old man." Rachel thinks you're hot, so leave now.
He gave me that long suffering Kevin look that annoyed the hell outa me. Two minutes ago, I'd been in a good mood, plotting how to get Rachel up to my room. "You should do the same, you had a long day."
"I'm going to hang out with my friends. I can sleep tomorrow."
Kevin looked away from me, glancing over at Rachel. "Getting anywhere with her?"
"Maybe I would if you'd leave me alone and let me go talk to her."
He laughed. "Fine. Sorry. You know I…"
I waved a hand at him. "I know. You do it out of love," I said melodramatically, and he punched me lightly.
"I do, man. She's a nice girl."
"I know." She got up from the bar, following AJ to the piano in a corner of the room. "AJ likes her, too."
Kevin shook his head. "She's gorgeous, but he's only flirting. He's just doing it to annoy you."
"I know," I grumbled.
"Ignore him and he'll stop."
Easier said than done. "Are you going to go away now?" I have enough competition with AJ, take your wife and go away.
Laughing, he stood up, taking Kristin's hand. "We're going to bed now, honey."
She looked up from her conversation with James with a smile. "Alright." She said goodbye to James and Kevin shook his hand, and I watched as they went over to the piano to talk to AJ and Rachel. James slid over to sit next to me, watching them, too.
"I was trying to see if the wife was a cover."
I laughed. "Sorry, dude, Kevin's not your type."
"But he's so pretty…" James whined, and I shook my head at him.
"A couple of the dancers are your type, I can introduce you, they're right over there. I'll tell them you're a good kisser." I motioned over to the corner, and he considered them for a moment, finally shaking his head.
"Nah. Dancers make me nervous, they're always all in shape and athletic and shit. I don't like that much performance anxiety in bed."
I laughed again, glancing over at Rachel and AJ, who were giggling over something at the piano. James clinked my glass with his. "You are right to worry, little man. I know all her secrets, and if I was straight, I'd be scared to sleep with her."
I could feel myself blush, staring into my drink. "Yeah, I…"
He laughed, patting my shoulder. "I'm joking. Well, I'm not, she's taught me a few tricks, and she's really good. But she likes you. She would be gentle."
Is it possible to blush more than I was already? "AJ doesn't like gentle."
"Rachel doesn't like AJ."
"Looks like it right now."
He shook his head. "Flirting. She's a master at that, looks like AJ's pretty good at it, too. But AJ's not the one she talks about all the time."
I looked at James, surely unable to hide the hope on my face, and he smiled at me. "I've said too much, she's going to kill me. Damn whisky!" He slammed down his glass on the bar and stood up, motioning for me to follow him over to the piano.
Rachel smiled when we joined them, looking right at me. "AJ was playing me some of his stuff, do you write melodramatic ballads on your own, too?"
"They all suck." And I've got one floating around in my head right now, and it's about you.
I had no idea how we ended up here. There was singing at the piano, and drinking, and somewhere James insisted upon seeing a proper four star hotel room. Of course I wasn't about to let him go by himself, so here we were on the elevator, James and Frank and I all teasing Nick that he didn't even know what floor he was on.
"It's one of the ones with a key, right?" He asked Frank. "It's always one of the ones with a key. So… 15 or 16."
"1512!" I yelled, surprising myself. Damn, I was drunk. Frank glared at me for ruining the game, and Nick laughed, throwing an arm around my shoulders.
"I need to keep you around, you can remember my room number."
"Don't count on that happening ever again, sorry. I'm a drunk savant sometimes."
James laughed at me. "You are, at that. Get her started on Bush's tax plan, that's hours of fun."
I pouted at him as the elevator doors opened. "Hey, I was an econ major, what do you want from me? I do sometimes read the New York Times."
Nick steered me to his room, and I leaned against the wall, watching him fumble with his key in his left hand. "Do you even vote, Nicky?"
"Um… I am generally out of town."
"Absentee ballot, little man! Frank, is that part of your job description? Can you make the boy have a sense of civic duty?"
"Not part of the job description, ma'am. I myself, I vote." He told me, completely deadpan, making me laugh.
Nick still didn't have the door open, and I took the key from him, sliding it through. Didn't work. Damn. I flipped it around.
"Who is playing Britney fucking Spears at this hour?" James asked, looking around the hallway.
"Howie," I answered, as the key worked and the door opened. "Bitchen."
Nick stepped in, flipping on the light, and James and I followed. Frank disappeared in that Frank way he had.
"Damn…" James breathed, and we both just looked around.
It was just a hotel room, but it was a really nice hotel room. We were standing in the living room, and everything was elegant and beautiful. There were fresh flowers everywhere, and Nick's stuff. He moved around, picking things up. "Sorry, it's a mess. We're here for a few days, I sorta settled in."
Clothes, CDs, I think that was a sketchbook on the coffeetable. That wasn't settled in, not really, it was just a mess. I had scarves on the lamps and candles and a million things to make a hotel room more like home. James went over to the entertainment center and threw it open, cooing at the TV. "Hey, Nintendo. Is that yours, or does the hotel do it?"
"Its part of my rider." Nick told him, joining him at the cabinet. They started talking video games and I went over to the desk on the other side of the room. His laptop was there, open, and I checked it out. It was one of those silver ones that only weighed about three pounds and could run the world. Bastard, he had all the best toys.
The door to the bedroom was open, and I peeked inside. King-sized bed, clothes everywhere, spilling out of his suitcase. Did he ever put anything away? "You can go in, I don't care." I turned to see him smiling at me, so I went in, flipping on the light. I didn't really know what I was looking for. Clues, maybe.
The bathroom was huge and marble, and his stuff was everywhere. He brought his own shampoo, it looked like. I wondered if he compulsively stole the little trial sizes like I did. Or maybe fancy places like this didn't give the trial sizes, maybe that big bottle was the hotel's.
Would I ever get to find any of that out? I wanted to stay in a cool hotel like this and know that someone else was paying for it.
Speaking of which, I needed to give him some money for all the drinks we'd just had in the bar. I think he'd signed them all to his room, I wasn't paying enough attention. Midori sours kept appearing in front of me and I drank them, telling the boys they were a good accessory drink, the bright green liquor set off the pink of my bra straps.
I started to go back to join Nick and James, but then I noticed the balcony off the bedroom. I stepped outside, sighing at the beautiful view of the city. The view from my hotel room was of construction, he got the park. Bastard.
"Rache?" I heard Nick call.
"Out here." They found me on the balcony and I looked at James. "Look at this! We get fucking construction and look at this!"
"We need to lose the indie cred, the talentless bands get all the best perks," James agreed, coming over to stand next to me at the railing.
"We are not…" Nick started defensively, and I patted his hand.
"You're quite talented, sweetie. And you work hard, and you deserve this. But so do we, damnit!" I finished with a pout, and Nick smiled at me.
"You'll get it. You're going to get a lot of publicity in the next few weeks, and you're so talented, that's all you need."
I smiled at him. "You are so sweet."
"Is the bathroom cool?" James asked, heading back inside.
"It's awesome," I told him, watching as he left me alone with Nick.
Damnit.
Nick moved to lean on the railing next to me, but hit his hand instead. "Dang it!" He cried, holding it up, and I caught it.
"Dang it? Who talks like that, Nick?"
Embarrassed, he shrugged. "I do, I guess."
"And 'fellas', I love that you call the other guys the 'fellas'. It's cute."
Smiling down at me, he pulled me closer with his bandaged hand. "I guess that's why they say I'm the cute one."
I brushed the hair out of his eyes, unable to resist. "No, you're the cute one for a million reasons."
Carefully, he kissed me. I loved that. He kissed me like I might break, like I was too precious to touch. Sighing against his lips, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he tangled the fingers of his good hand in my hair. God, he was so good at this. Kissing, singing, drawing, how many other talents did he have? How soon could I find out?
I was too drunk. This was a bad idea. Didn't we just do this four days ago? Damn him and his pretty blue eyes.
We moved apart and he breathed my name, his eyes still closed.
Damnit.
"Rachel?" James asked quietly, and I turned to look at him, feeling Nick jump. "Shall I let myself out?"
I sighed. "No. Give me two minutes."
James shook his head at me, but went into the other room. I looked back at Nick, but he was already gone, sitting in a chair and staring out at the view. I knelt next to him. "I'm sorry."
He tossed the hair out his eyes, not looking at me. "Don't be. I shouldn't have done that, you rejected me once, why would this time be different?"
I reached out to touch his face, but he moved away from my hand. "I need to stop getting drunk with you, I get carried away. You're just such a good kisser…" He didn't rise to the flirt, just kept looking past me. Sighing, I stood up. "I should go. I don't even want to know what time it is."
"I'll walk you out." He stood up.
"You don't have to. I'm sure Frank will get us a cab, and you should get some sleep."
He just shook his head, heading for the room, and I called his name, making him stop. "What?" He asked, turning back to me.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Nick, I really like you. I don't want sex to fuck up this friendship. I've had it happen before, and I like you too much to do it again."
He just sighed at me, looking impatient, and I went over to him, taking his face in my hands, making him look at me. "See, it's doing it already. I promise, the next time I see you, I won't be all stupid and flirty."
"I like you stupid and flirty," he pouted, making me laugh.
"No kissing next time, OK? We're gonna figure this out, I like spending time with you too much to not figure it out."
Please tell me you feel the same way. Please. He finally relented, smiling at me slightly. "We've still got that bet, don't we? I get to try and change your mind."
I grinned up at him. "Yeah. But I'm firm in my resolve now."
"Uh-huh. Stronger women have fallen prey to my charms."
"I so doubt that, little man."
"Well, OK, maybe not…" he admitted, and I hugged him. " Sorry."
"Stop apologizing. I'll dream of that kiss for the rest of my life."
I sighed to myself, my knees going weak again. I moved away from him with a laugh. "Damn sappy boyband ballads. Filling your head with all those romantic notions."
He nodded at me seriously and I stepped back into the room with an eye roll, calling for James. "We're leaving now. What time is it?"
James was standing in front of the TV, flipping through stations. "Five-ish. He's got every cable station known to man. Including all the naughty bits!" He announced, flipping through about 10 stations to hit porn. "We have to pay for our porn!"
"And I never let you, now do I?" I scolded, wrestling the remote from his hand and flicking it off.
James looked over at Nick. "Total cold fish, this one."
"No, I'd rather do it than watch it."
"I've got a really big bed in the other room," Nick offered, and I giggled, opening the door to the hallway.
"Nice offer, no thanks. Yes, Frank, we're leaving." He was leaning against the wall, yawning. "Are we keeping you up?"
"Just making sure you're safe, ma'am."
"Remember a couple of weeks ago, Frank? You tried to protect the boys from me?"
"And now I'm protecting you from the boys? Yeah yeah yeah. Are you staying or going?"
"Going. Just need a cab." He nodded, hitting the button to call the elevator. It appeared quickly, and we all got on. "Oh, Nick, how much do I owe you for drinks?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
"Oh, come on, I'm sure they were each like 10 bucks."
He shrugged. "Whatever. Doesn't matter. You bought breakfast the other day."
I started to protest and James threw up his hands. "This is where you say 'thank you,' Rachel. Nick, thank you for the drinks and the tour of the fancy hotel room," he said, trying to set an example, and I had to laugh.
"Thank you, Nick." I said, and he smiled at me.
"My pleasure."
The elevator stopped and we got off. I headed back to the bar and James called after me. "Aren't we leaving?"
"Have to say goodbye to AJ!" I told him. AJ was still at the piano, girls on all sides. I walked up behind him, draping my arms around his neck.
"I hope that's someone I know," he said, not turning around.
Giggling, I kissed his cheek. "It's Rachel. I'm leaving, wanted to say goodbye."
He turned around, looking at me. "You're leaving?" He was about to burst into laughter, I could tell.
"Now, be nice to the boy, he deserves points for trying. I am just way too old for these late nights."
Laughing, he stood up, pulling me into a hug. "You've got to let him get you out of his system, he's driving us all crazy."
I didn't want to be out of Nick's system! I liked him crushed out on me, and I intended to enjoy it for as long as possible. Laughing, I moved away from AJ. "I mean it, Alex, don't tease the boy. It's not fair."
He just shook his head. "But it's such fun!"
I stepped away from him, realizing that James was behind me. Nick was watching us from the door to the bar, had he heard anything? But he just smiled at me as James and AJ shook hands, and I went over to him, hugging him. "When can I call you?" he asked against my shoulder, and I sighed to myself.
"Anytime. I won't be answering my phone for a few days, but leave me some of those cute messages I like."
He let me go with a smile. "I will." He shook James' hand and endured some teasing about a kiss, and then Frank took us out to our waiting cab. Once inside, I snuggled up to James' side, letting him put an arm around me.
"This is the right thing," I said quietly, trying to convince myself.
James kissed my forehead, pulling me closer. "Whatever you say, Rachel."
"Some help you are!" I whacked him weakly, laughing despite myself. This was fine. Friends was good.
I went back to the bar, maybe a drink would help me sleep and not dream of Rachel. Another kiss, I knew she liked me, why did she keep pushing me away?
Besides the excellent reasons that I was too young and too stupid for her. I could try…
AJ sat next to me and I sighed into my drink. I should have gone back to my room to drink in silence. "Dude! You got her into your room and let her leave?"
"Shut up, Alex."
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