A Passion Crime

I may or may not have had too many drinks.
What the fuck did it matter? This was a party!
I opened another can of beer, chugging it down.
Music was playing loudly, and my house was full of friends.
There was a knock at my door, and I excused myself to answer it.
"Yeah?" I turned on the porch light.
A group of teenagers were standing on the steps, looking bored.
"Dude. Can we party with you?" one asked.
The others nodded in agreement.
"Eh, sure." I opened the door.
"Awesome! Thanks!"
They ran inside, and I laughed. They didn't know who I was. Christian Coma; drummer for Black Veil Brides.
When I was sober at least; right now I was a party-goer. Speaking of, where was my partner in crime?
I scanned the room, but I could barely make out the faces. My eyes landed on a brunette.
Her short auburn hair was straightened, teased at the top.
Where have I seen her before?
I roamed my eyes over her body; god she was hot. The tight black mini dress hugged her perfectly.
Why hasn't anybody tried to fuck her yet?
"Hey there babe." I grinned, walking up to her.
"Christian!" she looked relieved to see a familiar face.
"Let's grab a drink, yes?"
I pulled her into the kitchen and prepared us both a round of shots.
If I was drunk, why couldn't I have more?
A half hour later, the babe next to me was blitzed as well.
"Come here." I growled into her ear. Carrying her, I stumbled into my bedroom. I locked the door, pulling my shirt off.
I started kissing down her neck, the smell of alcohol strong in the air.
The sad part about the girl wearing a dress is there isn't much to take off.
Just bam! You're naked. I left the heels on; there's something sexy about seeing a girl in just stripper heels.
I pressed my lips against hers, biting her lower lip. Her nails were digging into my back, and I couldn't help but let out a low moan.
My lips moved from hers back to her neck. I glided my tongue down, and nipped at her collarbone.
I worked my way down, enjoying every moment.
Being single, I wasn't really garanteed any fun. Andy, Jake, and Jinxx all had girlfriends.
Life wasn't fair.
It's meant for living though, that's what I was doing. Might as well do something crazy.
I couldn't help but think this girl was somewhat familiar.
She started rubbing me through my pants, causing me to let out another low moan.
I was definitely turned on.
I'm not sure where I got a condom from; just pulled it out of my ass. Not literally.
A good drunk is always prepared. I learned that from Ashley, when he was giving me and his little sister lessons on drinking.
Yeah, lessons. It's Ashley; what else could you expect.
Damn, my mind is going a hundred miles an hour. I'm fucking some random chick right now, and I'm thinking about Ashley.
I swear to god, I'm not gay. I should just start thinking about his sister; would seem more normal.
I shouldn't. Ashley is the most overprotective brother I know.
You couldn't believe how much he cares for her safety. He's almost...fatherly.
Cilantro.
Where the fuck did that come from? Mmm, I could really go for some tacos right now.
Or another beer.
I guess this is why I don't date; I'm not good at the romantic part. I'd just ask for food right after we were done.
"Christian!" she screamed my name, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Babe." I moaned as I reached my own climax.
I should probably ask her for her name.
The alcohol started to kick in and I drifted off to sleep.

The light was excruciating. There are seriously no words to describe the brightness of the morning sun when you're hung over.
I sat up, waiting for the room to stop spinning.
Taking in my surroundings, I started to piece things together.
Wrapped up in my sheets, I was completely naked; my clothes scattered around my room.
Girls clothes were on the ground too.
I smirked; the memories coming back.
I picked up my phone, reading a message from Ashley.
"Just woke up, passed out on your living room floor."
It had been sent nearly ten minutes ago.
I clicked the 'Reply' icon and starting typing.
"Nice man. I got laid by a really sexy girl." I added a winking face before sending it.
My phone buzzed almost immediately.
"With who?"
I looked down, she was still asleep. Her light brown hair covered her face, so I couldn't tell who it was.
I brushed it away, revealing the angelic smile.
She stirred, waking up.
My heart stopped beating.
I'm screwed; not even kidding. He was going to kill me.
Looking up at me with those familiar chocolate brown eyes was Hannah.
Ashley's little sister.