Merry Christmas, I Could Care Less

Now that I look back on it, I don't think getting high at McKinley's fancy party was the best of ideas for a few reasons. The main one was obvious: we were sitting on her balcony doing illegal drugs while her parents as well as a hundred or so of their closest (and according to McKinley, richest) friends were downstairs. Their obvious snootiness was a tell tale sign they wouldn't exactly approve of the smell of our clothes or the color of our eyes when we finally rejoined them.

The second reason was probably a little less obvious, unless you knew about both of our sex drives that was. To put things in the simplest of terms: weed made us both horny. And the fact that Kinley was being so affectionate and uncharacteristically sweet towards me didn't help one bit. The fuck-me little black dress she was wearing didn't help much either, and the fact that I had been so long without her was really just the match to the fuse.

We went from smoking a blunt on her balcony, to being tangled in the sheets of the king bed within mere seconds. The only thing I enjoyed more than seeing her little black dress on was getting the chance to pull it off of her. Her mess of newly pink and blonde hair was scattered around her sheets as I hovered over her, kissing every inch of her body tenderly. She let a soft moan escape her lips as my teeth grazed her collarbone and I reveled in the sound.

"Yeh're so gorgeous, Kin," I mumbled against her lips. She giggled and tugged lightly at my hair.

"Jus' get to it Matty," she bit her lip carefully.

I wasn't sure how long we were up there exploring the each other's bodies, but it was long enough for someone to come looking for us. Kinley had her mouth on me- and I don't mean on my lips- when we both heard the knock. She didn't even bother to stop when she heard it. I, on the other hand, nearly had a panic attack that got me out of the mood in a way I didn't even think was possible.

"Stop Kin," I hissed at her. She titled her head up to look at me, her green eyes wide and innocent.

"Why?" She asked. I bit my lip and almost begged her to keep going before the knock happened again.

"McKinley, 're yeh in there?"

"Yeah dad," she called out.

It had to be her fucking father, right?

"Come on ou' of there, love. There's a bunch of people who'd love ta see yeh," he advised her.

"Sorreh. Tha strap of me dress broke. I'll be out in a sec," she called out as she stood up and began searching for her panties. I pointed to the bottom of the bed on the bed post and she scurried over to it quickly, finding her lacey bra nearby. She had them on almost as fast as I had gotten them off and the next thing I knew she was throwing my boxer-briefs at me.

"Well hurry up, alrigh', love?"

"Sure fhing," she nodded even though she knew her father couldn't see her.

The sound of his heavy footsteps let us know he had walked away and McKinley took that time out to let a loud laugh escape the lips that a few seconds prior had been making me go insane.

"'s not funneh," I told her as I pulled my pants on.

"'s funny as fuck!" She howled. "I feel like 'im fifteen again sneakin' boys inta me room."

McKinley's dad was a big man. He was mostly bald but had a huge mustache. He wore glasses and was smoking a cigar with a bunch of other blokes when Kinley and I finally dressed ourselves and walked back downstairs to meet him.

"Daddy," she smiled as she trotted over to him, the pair of glittery heels she wore on her feet clicking against the hardwood floor as she went. And as she leaned down to hug her father I couldn't help but stare at her legs and how her dress rode up her tighs as she bent over. Although we had just had sex, I couldn't help but think about it again.

"Yeh look nice McKinley," her father complimented her. "Yeh 'air looks like a disaster though. 'ow do yeh expect ta get a nice lad's attention wiff pink 'air?" He asked.

"Well daddy, this is Matt," she smiled, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me close. I stood up as straight as possible and put my hand out to give her father a firm handshake. I heard dads were really big on handshakes. "'e's meh date."

"Arthur," Mr. Jacobs grabbed onto my hand, nearly crushing it with his brute strength. I smiled through the pain and gave a short nod.

"Nice ta meet yeh Arthur."

"Wha's tha' yeh got on yeh 'ands, Matt?" He asked, rolling my hand over and inspecting the top of my hands carefully.

"'s a tattoo, sir," I informed him as he dropped my hand from his

"'e's covered in em," Kinley piped up from behind us. I turned around and gave her a short look, but she simply gave a smug smile and focused all her attention on her father.

"Can't get a job like tha', can yeh boy?" His deep voice inquired.

"'e's in a band, actually. 'e jus' got back from tha States."

McKinley seemed to love spewing facts that were less than flattering in the eyes of parents to her father and I couldn't help but be slightly mortified by the whole thing. I wasn't ashamed of who I was or what I did, quite the opposite actually, but my lifestyle and my tattoos were two things I had learned most bird's parents were all too fond of. And it seemed that McKinley's parents were the most disapproving of this. And I really wanted to impress them, as pathetic as that sounded. I planned on giving them a few more meetings with me before letting them know that I was in a band. Especially the kind of band I happened to be in.

"A band?" Mr. Jacobs raised an eyebrow. He wrapped his lips around his cigar and took a long puff as he exchanged glances with the other men surrounding him.

"A metal band, actually," McKinley smiled widely. I shot her a rather disapproving glance, but she paid no mind me.

"An' yeh expect ta make a living off of this, boy?" Mr. Jacobs asked me.

"I already do, sir," I kept my lips tight as I gave another nod.

"I'm sure that'll last," he smirked, a deep laughter rumbling from inside of his belly. The rest of the men around him joined in as they all took turns giving me the up at the down, like I was some kind of fucking joke to them. What a bunch of bloody twats.

"We're gonna go mingle," Kinley stepped in, wrapping her slender fingers around my arm and pulling me towards the door. "See yeh later daddy."

"Wha' tha fuck was tha'?" I snapped as soon as we were out of ear's length and walking down the long hallway to where the party was in full swing.

"My dad's an asshole," Kinley shrugged. "I'm sorreh Matty, but I told yeh."

"Yeh didn't 'ave ta fhrow me under tha bus like tha'," I ran my fingers through my hair, messing up what Kinley had fixed before we walked back downstairs.

"'s not a big deal," she rolled her eyes, taking a step closer to me and fixing my tie. When she was done she let both of her hands press against my chest carefully as she smiled at me. She leaned up slightly and pressed her lips against my own.

"Yeh can't jus' kiss meh an' fhink everyfhin's gonna be alrigh'," I told her.

"But Matty," she pouted, batting her long eyelashes. "We're under tha mistletoe."