"You can crash you know." You hear Tyler say, lighting up a cigarette from where he sits on the bed. You ignore him, already having said no as you shift to the edge of the bed, pulling your dress up and getting the straps back onto your shoulders. God, your legs hurt. You don't even know if you're gonna walk straight.

This hook up thing with Tyler has been going on for long enough for you to not even realize just how much he's become a part of your life. You never stay in his....would you even call this a house? Its a run down mansion for fucks sake. Crashing in this hell hole is a big no go from you. Partly because it doesn't even have a working shower and partly because you don't wanna get attached.

You reach behind your back, trying to zip up the dress. Your hands are smacked away, replaced by Tyler's hands who zips up your dress and before you can get up, he grabs your waist, keeping you rooted to the bed.

"You can stay." He mumbles through the cigarette in his mouth. He interrupts when you open your mouth to protest. "And don't give me the bullshit about working. Its three am...." He sighs. "It gets lonely you know." Tyler pouts in a childish manner. Tyler Durden doesn't get lonely.