I Almost Told You That I Loved You | Closed.

Brian grinned as he took a sip of his beer. Right now, they were all at Johnny's Bar, having a little get together with friends to celebrate Matt's birthday. They were all having a really good time and Brian was on the edge of being tipsy. He'd already had quite a few drinks, and was finishing up the one he was on now. Johnny had already puked once and Jimmy had died laughing, which made everyone else laugh. Brian got up, announcing he'd be right back before heading to the bar. His eyes landed on a girl with black hair sitting with a few other girls, and he knew instantly he wanted her. She was gorgeous, the amount of cleavage she was showing was perfect, and he could tell she had a nice ass too. Of course he was thinking with his dick tonight. Well, he couldn't help it. He'd just gotten out of a bad relationship and he was looking for a new conquest. He walked over, ordering himself another drink and watching as the girls got up and walked away, leaving the one he wanted sitting alone. He glanced at her, biting his lip. "You're not going with them?" he asked.

Cora looked at the guy who sat next to her eying him up and down and she sipped on her Jameson and ginger. She simply shrugged, deciding if he wanted to try and talk to her he'd have to try harder. "I didn't come with them," she stated. "Didn't even know them. They just decided to sit next to me and be utterly fucking annoying." Cora's grey blue eyes raked over the mystery man's body again and quirked an eyebrow as she realized he was buzzed. "How much have you had that you're swaying," she chuckled.

Brian chuckled. "Quite a bit," he said. "It's my best friend's birthday." He glanced over at Matt, who was currently taking shots off of Zacky's stomach. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. His friends would literally not believe some of the shit they did when they were drunk if you told them the next day. He looked back at her, raising an eyebrow. "So if they weren't your friends, why are you all alone?"

"It's a Friday night," Cora shrugged. "It would be a shame to waste it alone at home." She finished off her drink, her eyes following the strangers and chuckled. "I'm guessing you came with them." She looked at the man that was getting shits taken out of his stomach and bit down on her red painted bottom lip. "I'm saying this because you're buzzed and I won't ever see you again," she stated. "I would fuck your friend that's getting body shots taken off of him."

Brian glanced at Zacky, raising an eyebrow before looking back at her. "Him?" he questioned. "Why him? Why not me? Am I not attractive?" He moved closer to her, smirking. "I could give you the best sex you've ever had." He knew he was probably being a creep, but he was drunk so it wasn't registering in his head that he was being weird.

"Dark hair and light eyes flood my basement," Cora smirked. "You on the other hand are hot but you aren't my type." She turned her body so she was facing him, ghosting her lips over his. "Question is are you so full of yourself you assume every girl wants you." She moved her face away from his, smirking at the confused look that flashed over his face.

"I don't have to assume," Brian said matter-of-factly. "I know girls want me. I could have any girl I wanted." He stepped closer to her, smirking at her. "I want you." He took a sip of his beer and licked over his lips. "I don't need to have light eyes and dark hair to flood your basement, sweetheart."

"What are you going to do to prove that," Cora asked. "I mean you haven't even told me your name? Usually the guys that try to pick me up at bars expect me to moan their names out when they're fucking me in their beds." Obviously Cora knew her way around one night stands and the etiquette that it usually involved before and after. "Personally I'd like to know why out of all the girls here tonight you decided you wanted to fuck me?"

Brian chuckled. "Because you're hot," he said. "All the other girls in here don't compare to you." He extended his hand out to her. "I'm Brian, by the way."

Cora decided to give Brian a shot, reaching her hand out and shook his hand. "Cora," she stated. She got the bartender's attention and ordered herself an AMF, sipping it through the straw so she wouldn't smudge her lipstick. "So what gets you all hot and bothered Brian," she asked. "Besides seeing a hot piece of ass who may agree to open her legs and let you fuck her?"

"Knowing I won't have to worry about the morning after," Brian joked, chuckling. He watched her sip on her drink, glancing over his shoulder at the guys before he looked back at her. "I love leaving my mark on a girl. So that everyone knows I had her."

"Hickeys, bite marks or both," Cora asked. She didn't even know why she wasn't just talking to his hot friend. Maybe because she was intrigued by how cocky Brian was. Plus it would be fun to add someone like him to her lists of conquests.

"Hickeys, bites, bruises," Brian said. He glanced her over before looking back up at her face, smirking. "I bet you love being down on your knees."

"Maybe I do or maybe I don't," Cora stated. "Why? Is that what you want to see me do?" She leaned forward, taking a cherry from behind the bar and wrapped her lips around it, sucking on seductively, looking at Brian the entire time she did it.

Brian chuckled, shaking his head. "You're clearly good with your mouth," he said. "What if I did?"

"I don't get down on my knees for just anyone," Cora stated. "What do I get in return?" If he started getting cocky and said anything along the lines of the honor of fucking him she already planned on going over to his friend and taking a shot off his body.

Brian bit his lip as he looked at her. "I could return the favor," he said. "I've been known to be good with my tongue."

Cora looked over Brian's shoulder and watched as a few men left the bathroom. "If I agree where do you want to do this," she asked. "Because I'm a little more classy than a bar bathroom."

Brian grabbed a napkin, asking the bartender for a pen. He wrote down his address, sliding the napkin across the bar to her. "My place," he said. "Meet me there." He leaned over and kissed her cheek before he stood up and walked back to his friends.