Parties were fun. Sure, you were blackout drunk, laying on your back on the bar with a line of salt, making an itchy line on your belly, shirt completely vanished... but who cares? That made it fun.

You just laid there, barely feeling the hot tongue on your skin as the music and cheering flooded what was left of your functioning systems. It was only when your eyes met the stranger's as he took the wedge of lime from your lips that you realised anyone was on you.

"Having fun, cariño?"