10.

After the show, Marissa stumbled her way backstage to find Damien. She ditched Dave with some Lauren girl who had been flirting with him all night. She swerved between all the band equipment and finally found him. He was swaying a little bit, too.

“Hey, ready to go?” He took her hand and she smiled stupidly.

“Always,” Marissa winked at him and they both stumbled outside to his car.

“I think… I am too drunk to drive.”

“Oh, me too.” She stumbled onto the car.

“Um. Spend the night with me. In the parking lot.”

“Huh? Right. Of course, lovely.” She stumbled over to where he was leaning on the car and fell on top of him.

“Gorgeous eyes you have. Cute nose. Kissable lips.” He took her hand in one hand and put his other around her waist.

“Get in the car, silly.” She took her free hand to open the door and shove him in. She climbed in on top of him and shut the door.

“How will we ever sleep like this?” She stradled him, her skirt barely on anymore.

“Who said sleep? I didn’t. Why did you?”

“Oh! My, my, you naughty girl.” He put his hands on her bare thighs and began gently rubbing them. She undid his belt buckle and pants zipper and helped him get them off.

“Take me, Damien! I have always wanted a boy like you!”

“Drunk?” She took her shirt off and un hooked her bra. Suddenly he wasn’t so drunk anymore. This was real. He was, well, pant-less. She was almost completely naked. Marisa ran her hands up his shirt and smoothly took it off. Next thing he knew they were both naked and Marissa Mantalis was stadling him.

Damien woke up to the sound of a dump truck outside his car. He sat up and rubbed his eyes into focus. What?! Marissa?! Naked?! In his fornt seat?! What had happened last night? He looked down at himself and immediately knew what happened. He got dressed, threw a blanket over Marissa and woke her up.

“Marissa. Wake up. Now.” She slowly came alive from a deep sleep.

“What? Where am I?”

“Marissa, it’s Damien. We slept in my car last night.”

“What? Why am I-“ Her jaw dropped.

“Just get dressed. I’ll drive you home.”

“Did we?”

“Seems so.”