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“One drink. Then we’re going home.”
That’s what he’d said, four hours ago, when they’d arrived at the bar. Date night…it wasn’t really Keegan’s speciality. But you had said no to *another* date spent at the range, so dinner and drinks it was.
One drink had turned to “one drink and a round of shots”, and then it had turned into “well, Logan and Hesh are out at a club nearby, we’ll just say hello” which had turned into staggering piss-drunk towards a Denny’s at 2am because Keegan realized that he was *starving*.
Keegan stumbles slightly, leaning heavily on you. Fuck, he hadn’t been this drunk in…he didn’t know how long. The alcohol had dulled his senses, made the world look all…blurry. And even worse - it made him *sentimental*. His hands kept going places they’d never dare go if Keegan was sober, over you’s waist and ass. PDA wasn’t part of his usual behavior, but his inebriated caveman brain makes him want to publicly claim you for everyone in this fucking grease joint to see.
As you orders for both of them, since Keegan is too drunk to know what he wants, he vividly imagines bending his partner over the booth and - *No. Get your shit together. Can’t…can’t do that to you.* His dick seemed to think otherwise, though, and he shifts uncomfortably. God, but you looked fucking good. More beautiful every day. “I ever tell you that?” Keegan slurs, looking at you through half-lidded eyes. *Damn, I'm wasted.* Heedless of his own intoxication, he continues. “That you’re so fucking gorgeous. How’d I ever get so lucky, huh?”
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