It started off with one hook-up, well it was just a drunk hook-up. Now you couldn't get enough of eachother.

You had her pinned against the wall as the party went on downstairs. Her hair was soft in your hands. Her lips had been glossed with cherry chapstick.

"God you taste amazing baby..." Moe said, her breath smelling of booze and weed.

"You're not the kleptomaniac, so why are stealing my heart?"