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"You changed me?" The inflection of my voice goes up a couple of octaves.

"You were drenched in piss and vomit. I wasn't about to lay you on my couch like that. I left your bra and underwear on." He shrugs as he turns back in my direction, his stance identical to mine.

I think back through the fog to the night before, and I do remember making a mess all over myself. "Fine, why am I here?"

"I didn't want to take you to the hospital in case you had issues with it. You were already passed out and my apartment was the closest safe place."

"What about my stuff?" I ask.

"You didn't have anything on you." He answers quickly.

I want to argue and tell him that I did but then again I've already insulted him more than once today.

"I need to get home. My club is probably worried sick."

"Eve's Fury? I doubt it. They probably think you're out on another all night bender." He shrugs and walks over near the door trying hard to get away from me.

"What the hell do you know about it. And if you know who my club is why wouldn't you just call them to pick me up?"

"I don't have their number on speed dial, the only reason I know you're part of that club is the countless times one of them has come to pick you up from my place. You didn't have a phone on you and I don't have a phone book handy to search them out. I did what I could, maybe you should be a little more grateful for that." He snarls at me and I can tell from the way he's breathing that I'm starting to push him too far.

He's right though. If it wasn't for him I'd be still passed out or worse in the back alley.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just... this wasn't supposed to happen to me." I tighten my arms around myself and do my best to squeeze the feeling of being a victim out of my system.

My muscles tremble and I know it's not from a chill.

"You have anything to drink here?" I ask and his eyes pop open.

"Drink? You're not talking about water are you?"

"No, a beer? A shot? Unleaded gasoline?" I joke but he doesn't laugh with me.

He looks over my shoulder to the nightstand by his bed, "It's seven in the morning and you want a drink?"

"I just want to take the edge off, that's all." I don't want to be judged. He doesn't know what I'm going through right now.

He opens his mouth to say something but instead just shakes his head and walks out of the room. Not wanting to be in his personal space without him I follow behind him back into the kitchen. He gestures to one of the wooden chairs at the dining table and I take a seat.

"I would ask if you make this a habit but I already know the answer is yes." He sighs as he pulls out a bottle of jack daniels and pours me a healthy glass.

"What makes you think that?"

He scoffs and looks over his shoulder, "Did you forget I'm the same man who serves you every night. I know how much you drink when you're at my place. I guess I only hoped it was at night and not through out the day."

Looking away from him I think about what he's saying. It's the same thing most of the girls at the club have been saying for weeks now. I have a problem. I don't think I do. I just want to have fun but it seems like the fun is dragging me down a very dangerous road.

"Lucky for you I'm not paying you to clock how much I drink." I reach for the glass as he gets closer to me and down the double in one gulp. The burn feels good in my chest and slowly the trauma of what happened last night starts to receed.

"If last night is any indication, you don't pay me at all." He raises an eyebrow at me.

Fuck, I never paid my tab last night.

"Damn, I'll get that bill paid today. I just need to go home and get my things." I nod my head and look down at the empty glass in front of me. I could sure use another.

"You're not getting any more from me. You're already too out of your mind, I'm not going to add to it."

My mouth drops open, "You're cutting me off?"

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