Tony/Sqrl---Drabble for Sasha---Alcohol
The sex had been sweaty and...furry, as it often was for Squirrel, but Tony hadn't seemed to mind too awfully much; each of them had gotten what they wanted, and that, at the moment, was the important thing.
Now came the hard part. How the hell did Squirrel's bachelor's party wind up with the two of them in bed together? Tony's response, if anyone asked for his opinion, would have been that add booze to a Squirrel and it'll fuck anything. Self-depreciating humor; it takes a long time to earn your stripes.
"If you ever tell anyone, I'll kill you," Squirrel had panted to Tony as they both collapsed onto the bed.
Tony really didn't have any intention to tell anyone. It'd already made the papers once; it wasn't fun to repeat himself. Plus, he liked Coreen. No sense in pissing her off. She could be a scary little thing. Even if he did find that sort of hot about her. Hmmm.
"Don't worry, Fuzzy. Like I'd ever talk about this proudly," was the dry response as his hand slid to the crystal tumbler on the side of the bed, draining the glass.
Squirrel looked over at him. "She'd freak out, wouldn't she?"
"You're underestimating her," Tony answered, pouring another glass. "I've done shit that anyone that didn't love me as much as Edie does...probably would have strangled me in my sleep over the past---yeah, our life together."
Squirrel considered this for a long moment. "This is really awkward."
"Yeah. It is. Roll over and go to sleep," Tony said, chuckling a little. "You can wash the guilt off in the morning."
Now came the hard part. How the hell did Squirrel's bachelor's party wind up with the two of them in bed together? Tony's response, if anyone asked for his opinion, would have been that add booze to a Squirrel and it'll fuck anything. Self-depreciating humor; it takes a long time to earn your stripes.
"If you ever tell anyone, I'll kill you," Squirrel had panted to Tony as they both collapsed onto the bed.
Tony really didn't have any intention to tell anyone. It'd already made the papers once; it wasn't fun to repeat himself. Plus, he liked Coreen. No sense in pissing her off. She could be a scary little thing. Even if he did find that sort of hot about her. Hmmm.
"Don't worry, Fuzzy. Like I'd ever talk about this proudly," was the dry response as his hand slid to the crystal tumbler on the side of the bed, draining the glass.
Squirrel looked over at him. "She'd freak out, wouldn't she?"
"You're underestimating her," Tony answered, pouring another glass. "I've done shit that anyone that didn't love me as much as Edie does...probably would have strangled me in my sleep over the past---yeah, our life together."
Squirrel considered this for a long moment. "This is really awkward."
"Yeah. It is. Roll over and go to sleep," Tony said, chuckling a little. "You can wash the guilt off in the morning."