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Whiskey Under The Mistletoe	By : OnyxWildcat Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 1665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four

�Onyx�Onyx you still with us?� Dean waved his hand in front of my face, and when that didn�t work� He poked me, snapping me back to the present. He let out a laugh when I jolted in my seat. �Well! Good morning princess.�

I let out a soft growl and glared at him. �Damn it Winchester! I hate it when you do that.�

�Oh I�m sorry, did I scare you?� He chimed which only made my urge to hit him stronger. �Easy kitten, you know I�m just playin�.�

�Not. Funny.� I said slowly through clenched teeth. I really hated being spooked or jolted awake, or both and he damn well knew better, which pissed me off even more.

He smirked, �Aw ya know I luv ya!� And laid a big, wet sloppy kiss on my cheek causing me to jerk back and right into Sam�s lap.

�Ass!� I barked and just laid there, staring right up into the ceiling.

Sam�s hair feathered around his face in a brown halo when he peered down at me as I allowed my head to rest on his right arm; his left draped gently under my arms, just below my ribcage.

�You alright?� He asked in that soft rumbling voice of his that felt like silk slithering oh so sensually through my ears.

I went to open my mouth to speak but ended up cut short when Dean bent forward, grabbed my legs and draped them across his lap. �Of course she�s okay.� He said and patted my thighs. I brought my head up just enough to see him grin. �Aren�t ya, baby?�

I flopped my head back and groaned. �Child.� Then heard Dean let out a deep masculine laugh that sounded a helluva lot more intimate then it should have been. I looked up into Sam�s smiling face and frowned. �You�re both evil.�

He had the balls to look surprised. �What did I do?� He said with a chuckle dancing at the end of his words and brought his left hand up to my forehead and gently brushed a few loose strands of hair away from my eyes.

I sighed and felt a swell of warmth spread out from my stomach. There was possibly a bit more alcohol in our systems then I originally thought because those two were getting giddy and I was becoming more relaxed. From past experience I remembered how goofy Dean would get when he had a good buzz going. Sam on other hand, became more suave. Which was kind of funny when I thought about it. So funny in fact, that I didn�t realize I was giggling�out loud.

�What�s so funny?� Dean asked and was idly running his hands up and down my legs like it was habit.

I had to fight to breathe between giggles and managed to find my voice... Well, what was left of it. �We�re drunk.� I said and snorted, falling into another fit of giggles. Oh yea, real smooth.

Oh but thank the gods for their twisted humor, because following my giggles was a burst of drunken laughter from the boys. Yup, this night was getting better and better. At least we weren�t sitting in tense silence anymore. Now I was laying across two incredibly good looking Drunks that were being a bit more affectionate with me then usual. The night was definitely about to become more interesting.

Grumbling, I rolled off of the boys and earned a few grunts at my gracefulness across their laps and ended up flat on my back on the carpet. I laughed at my own drunken stupidity and sat up on my elbows. I was pretty buzzed, but not that drunk thankfully. Otherwise I would having been paying homage to the porcelain god and that was so not my idea of a good time.

�How long was I out?� I asked in a softer voice and looked up at their smiling faces.

�Ten minutes, maybe twelve. It�s still early in the movie yet, so not very long.� Sam replied and seemed to be a bit more together then Dean and myself. �Need any help?� He asked and I waved my hand at him.

�Naw, I think I�m good.� I said and plopped back onto the carpet�completely forgetting how gravity works and heard the thud of my skull against the floor rather than felt it. �Ow��

Dean barked a laugh and Sam snorted but sobered at the painful look on my face. He struggled between giggles and said, �Onyx you okay?� But failed as Dean erupted in laughter and fell off the couch, falling right onto my legs.

I growled and just stared at the ceiling. �All things considered, I�ve been better.� I chimed and found myself laughing despite myself. Drunk, on the floor with Dean�s body trembling with laughter on my legs and of course, Sam�s sudden burst at how hysterical we looked. Which led to him collapsing onto his brother pinning me right to the floor. Yup, we�re some scary Hunters alright.

�Guys, off.� I spat through a laugh and felt their combined weight pushing down on my suddenly very full bladder. �Seriously! Off before I piss all over myself.�

Saying it like that made them move, but didn�t stop the laughter. It only intensified as I rolled onto my side, got a good hold on the side of the couch and pulled myself back onto my feet. Not exactly the most graceful of movements but I was on my feet and stumbling over them as I ventured toward the bathroom. Their joyous voices echoed softly in the background as I locked myself in the bathroom and set out to empty my bladder.

Finished, I flushed the toilet, zipped up my jeans and turned on the faucet. The constant thrumming of the fan and water rushing down into the drain seemed to leave me in a small bubble of ambient noise, bringing me closer to myself and farther from the boys in the other room. I watched the bubbles wash away under the constant stream of water and felt my mind grow just a bit clearer. As though the act of cleansing my hands was also cleansing the effect of the alcohol from my thoughts.

I paused and looked into the mirror at my reflection. My complexion seemed to glow from all the laughing causing my amber hazel eyes to appear even brighter then usual. For a moment, I didn�t recognize myself. The person I saw in the mirror appeared flushed with happiness. My hair was in an almost 80�s style mess of copper waves that bled into a soft hazelnut brown from my chin up to the roots. That�s what I got for trying to bleach my hair. It didn�t go blonde, it went a natural copper red. So I left it alone and now I had multi-colored hair that ended well past my ass. Go figure.

I turned off the water, dried my hands, shut off the light along with the fan and left the bathroom. I crept a few feet into the room and looked to the couch where I�d left the boys. There they sat on the floor, table off to the left side toward the front door where they�d obviously moved it so they could stretch their legs out in front of them with their backs up against the couch. The only light in the room came from the make shift Christmas tree and the television set. I gazed at them with my head tilted to the side as the light drenched them in a soft glow, making them appear younger� Creating an illusion of innocence. Even if it wasn�t real, just the sight of it brought a faint smile to my lips. They seemed happy, content� Happier then I�d seen them in awhile. I also noted the space between them as though they�d expected me to join them. My smile grew.

�Onyx quick, it�s getting to your favorite part.� Sam exclaimed and waved me over.

Dean turned to look at me, his eyes bright, his smile warm. �We left you a spot. Now hurry that sweet ass of yours over here before you miss it and we have to hear you bitch about it.�

I gave him a look as I closed the short distance and went to step over him when he reached up, grabbed my waist and pulled me down on top of him. Unable to do more then squeak in response, I fell into his arms and before I could sit up or fight back, the breath left my lungs when his mouth crushed mine in what could only be described as devastating. I felt my heart explode in my chest like a hummingbird trapped in a cage. I couldn�t think, couldn�t breath. My head felt empty and the only thing I could hear was static as his lips opened slightly, brushing against mine and then he pulled away.

My eyes opened wide and for a moment, all I could see was the heavy look in his gaze causing the green to seem brighter some how. I swallowed, the static lifting from my ears and before I knew what I was doing I jerked away from him as though he�d burned me and crawled backwards as far as I could go before my back hit the wall. Breath ragged, I felt the panic slam into my pores and I was suddenly very aware of how helpless he�d made me. For just a split second he had taken down my walls and overpowered me by his kiss.

Sam�s eyes were wide as he looked from Me to his brother and then back to the terrified look on my face. I let my eyes go to Dean and on his face was an expression of mixed emotions. As though he wasn�t happy with himself but also hurt by my reaction. Hell I wasn�t happy with my reaction either but he had no right to kiss me like that�especially not in front of Sam. Actually, he had no right to kiss me period. When the thought hit my brain I started to feel an old emotion boil to the surface. Panic has never been my favorite feeling, but anger�that was entirely different. I had survived on anger for the better part of my young existence and it�s the one thing that�s always kept me grounded, kept my head clear and focused. But when you add alcohol to the equation�it becomes a whole new animal. One, that I never wanted them to see.

�Onyx, I�� Dean started to say and I threw my hands up in front of me, silencing him.

�No.� I said but my voice came out wounded�and in a real sense, I had been. I didn�t want to talk right then. I wasn�t in a good mental state to have a logical conversation. All I wanted to do was hide, to protect myself. An old defense that I�d acquired when I was a child. Abuse will do that to a person.

I got up on shaky legs, walked behind the couch putting as much distance between us as possible, snatched my jacket from a chair closest to the bed and went for the front door. I didn�t stop to see if they were going to follow me. I just needed fresh air�and I was dying for a smoke.

Once outside, the cool air a slap against my flustered face, I pulled a pack from the pocket of my jacket, placed a cigarette between my lips and put the pack back into the pocket. After a few seconds of frantic digging, I found my lighter and brought it to my lips. With a skilled flip of my thumb on the zippo, the flame appeared and I inhaled greedily, taking as much smoke into my lungs as possible and then exhaled a huge twisting cloud into the still night air above my head.

I heard the door open and close behind me, but I ignored it. I closed my eyes and took another drag of the freshly lit cigarette, inhaling slower the second time around and let it out in a rushing sigh.

�Those will kill you, you know.�

�And?� I replied, my eyes still closed. �We all die eventually.�

I heard Dean shift on his feet behind me when he said, �can I bum one?�

That made me open my eyes. �Say again?� I said and turned to look at him.

He gave me his best bland expression, one that he knew would shield him from me emotionally. �What?�

�Dean�� My brow furrowed as I stared him square in the eye. �You don�t smoke.�

He smirked and narrowed his eyes. �How would you know? You haven�t been around in what�almost a year?�

The statement stung more then I let show in my eyes. �Fine.� I reached into my pocket, found the pack and pulled one out for him. �Here.� I handed him the fresh cig and watched in silence as he brought out his zippo and lit it like he�d done it so many times before. He inhaled deeply, which any smoker could tell you was not something a non-smoker could do and exhale as though it was normalcy. He didn�t even flinch, which told me that he had indeed taken up my bad habit.

�When�d you start smoking?�

He exhaled a long cloud of vapor and slipped his left hand into his jean pocket. �Few months ago, off and on.�

I collected my thoughts and inwardly made a point to keep my voice as cold and as empty as he was acting towards me. �Was that before or after you pitched a deal with a crossroads demon?�

Dean studied my face for a moment. �Why does it matter?�

He was baiting me on purpose. Bastard. �It doesn�t.� I said in a flat voice and took another drag of my cig and flicked the ash to the pavement. �I thought you were smarter then that.�

�And what exactly is that supposed to mean?� He said with a tone that told me I�d hit a soft spot. Good. He wanted to play games, he shouldn�t have picked on me. I�m an expert at mind games, comes with being female.

�You weren�t supposed to go and pick up bad habits just because your time is running out.� As soon as I said it�a part of me wished I hadn�t. But the anger was at the wheel and part of me wanted a fight. �You should be trying to find a way out of this Dean, not speed up the process.� Low of me? Yes, but I was tired of not knowing what was really going through everyone�s mind. I was tired of playing make believe when I knew that tomorrow he�d be closer to six-feet-under.

I felt his anger radiate from his aura before I had a chance to take a step back because he was suddenly right in front of me. Arm loose at my sides, my right hand still holding my cigarette, I just�looked at him. And being this close, able to feel his hot breath across my face, I could see the hurt in his eyes burning like emerald fire behind the hazel. As if it were waiting to explode against the hazel that caged its fury.

I searched those angry depths and planted my feet firmly on the ground. I would not bend, I would not be moved. He could kiss my stubborn ass if he thought otherwise. �Did I hit a nerve, Winchester?� I purred and smiled but I knew it wasn�t a pleasant one. �That�s it, isn�t it?�

I watched the line of his beautiful jaw twitch as he clenched his teeth. I watched his nostrils flare as he sucked in a ragged breath, probably trying to keep his temper down. And when he spoke, it wasn�t a voice I�d ever thought he�d use against me. �You have no fucking place to talk to me like that, Onyx. None.� He was as controlled as I�d ever seen him, but he was strained�as if he was losing that battle with that nasty temper of his.

There was a steady cloud of steam flowing up from our heads and I knew it had nothing to do with our burning cigarettes. �I have no place? Excuse you?� I snarled in a quiet voice, the one I used when all I wanted to do was scream. �Do you have any fucking idea what it did to me when I found out? Do you! Did Sam tell you that I screamed myself hoarse for nearly fifteen minutes?� The film of red over my vision was a warning that my temper had found its boiling point. �Do you have any idea how many hours I�ve spent crying over this? Over You?�

I�d forgotten about my cigarette as it lay burning to nothing more then ash at my feet. I�d forgotten about the cold, about the darkness surrounding us. All I could think or feel was that my anger was very close to becoming tears�and the reason for it was a mere breath away from me, his eyes softer suddenly�thoughtful.

Dean flicked his cigarette off into the parking lot and took just a small step closer to me, completely invading my personal space. He said nothing. He looked to his feet, nodded then brought his eyes to mine. I waited in that awful silence as he searched my gaze. �You didn�t call� We had no idea if you were still alive.� His voice, though deep and raspy, was softened by the faintest of emotion. �No one knew where you were��

�Why didn�t you call me?� I asked and felt the pain slither through my chest. �Anytime, and you know I would have picked up.� I sighed and knew there was no winning in this argument. �Okay, look� We both fucked up, alright? Past is past.�

�This isn�t something you can just write off, Onyx.� Dean replied and I could see a slight sheen in his eyes. �You can�t run from this.�

�I�m right here aren�t I?� I spread my arms out for emphasis. �I�m here, I�m not running.� I dropped my arms and sighed. �Doesn�t that count for something?�

He swallowed like he was swallowing back his words, took a deep breath and was suddenly very serious. Shit. �Yes, it counts that you�re still here� But why did you freak when I kissed you?�

Oh�well, that explains his odd behavior. �Dean�� I started to speak when he shook his head and took my hands in his, making me stop.

�I know we�ve� Never, you know.� He said softly as if afraid of his own voice.

I nodded and swallowed the hard lump of anxiety. �I know.�

�So why not?�

I blinked at him. A long slow blink followed by two faster blinks as my brain tried to wrap itself around what he was asking. �Wait�are you suggesting that we�?�

�Haven�t you ever thought about it?� Dean asked and squeezed my hands gently for emphasis and I felt my mouth go dry. �About�us?�

What the hell do you say to that? Lie? Of course not� But I couldn�t tell him the truth either. Was I supposed to stand there while he looked at me with those wounded eyes and tell him that I�d thought about it a lot, but I also thought about Sam in the same light? Wouldn�t that put a bridge between them? That because they couldn�t both have me, we should all be miserable? I didn�t want to hurt him, either of them. I loved them both equally, as well as lusted, longed and dreamt of them. Wasn�t that selfish of me? You can�t have your cake and eat it too�right?

I could feel the migraine starting just behind my eyes. �I can�t talk about this Dean��

I felt him tense. �And why not? Afraid of how I�ll take it if you actually talk to me?�

I gave him a look. �What�s with the communicating? You�re the one person I wouldn�t expect this from.�

�Maybe I�ve learned that sometimes you have to get shit out in the open or it�ll tear you apart.� Dean said with a hint of a smile on his lips and I just shook my head.

�You�re real piece of work, you know that?� I scoffed softly still shaking my head at him.

�Piece of work no, but I have been called a sweet piece of ass.� The infamous Winchester grin. �Or so I�ve been told.�

He laughed when I rolled my eyes at him. �So what�s the real reason we haven�t�you know.�

�Bumped uglies?� I said and he laughed.

�Yea, bumped uglies.�

I sighed. �Well� You want the honest to god truth?�

�That�s why it�s called communicating.� Dean retorted and grinned when I shook my head at him. �Alright, enough with my sarcasm.� He went serious again. �Yes, I want the honest to god truth.�

Oh boy�this was seriously going to suck. �Okay� The truth.� I looked away, out into the darkness that flooded the parking lot and brought my eyes back to his. �Truth� I� I�ve always thought about us in that�light.�

�Why do I feel a �But� coming?� Dean stated and was watching me very closely.

Deep breath, I needed to take a deep breath. �But, I feel the same about�Sammy.� Oh god I said it. I opened my mouth and out came the truth. It�s supposed to make you feel better, right? What a load of horseshit. I felt like crawling into my own eyeballs that�s how small I felt. The truth will set you free, my ass.

I wanted to look away, but I didn�t. I looked into those eyes and waited for judgment. I waited as the silence spilled on and my own pulse began to thunder in my eardrums. Me, scared? Nonsense. Try fucking terrified.

�Both of us, huh?� He said and all I could do was nod while worrying the inside of my bottom lip with my teeth. �Onyx, stop doing that.�

�Doing what?�

�Biting your bottom lip. You�re going to slice it open.� Dean replied and his right hand was suddenly there at my mouth, his thumb gently brushing along my lower lip.

My chest tightened out of anxiety as his eyes followed the movement of his thumb across my trembling lip. Sooo not helping.

His eyes drifted slowly back to mine and they were different somehow, heavier as they peered into me, through me as though I were a pane of glass. Then he spoke and his voice�oh god his voice was like liquid desire dripping through my veins�engulfing my blood in white fire. �I�m going to make you a deal.� Dean began and licked his lips slowly, deliberately so my eyes would have to follow the movement.

He gave me a lazy smile. �Still with me?� I narrowed my eyes at him and he chuckled. �Just makin� sure.�

�A deal?� He nodded and I gave him a suspicious glare. �What kind of deal, exactly.� I had a feeling I wasn�t going to like where this conversation was headed.

He bent his head closer to mine, his lips so dangerously close to mine� So close that a hard thought would have made us touch. �I get you to myself first�� He growled in a whisper and very lightly trailed his full lips across mine, causing my pulse to become a rapid thudding in my head. �Just us, alone�and then you can have your way with Sam. How does that sound?�

Did he just say what I think he said? Wait�what?! I couldn�t think straight. If I did, I�m pretty sure my brain would have exploded. �You want to have me first�that�s what your saying?� My voice wasn�t even a voice, it was a sad attempt at a whisper.

He searched my eyes as his hands found themselves resting on my hips. �You�re quick on the draw.� He mused in that husky growl and I had to close my eyes to get my bearings. �Yes baby�� My eyes opened at that and I felt my breath catch. �That�s what I want.�

Shit�shit�shit! �If I say yes�� My voice was breathy so I tried again. �We have to discuss this with Sammy first.�

�Already did.�

My jaw dropped. �Say again?�

He seemed to think about it for a moment. �Well, a few nights ago� Me and Sam had a little talk.�

I was still just gaping at him. �And?� My brain really wanted to explode.

�We came to an agreement that if this topic ever came up, that I�d have first dibs.�

That pissed me off. �First dibs?� I said with a hint of disgust and glared at him. �Is that it? You called dibs and Sammy gets sloppy seconds?�

A hint of panic touched his eyes. �Onyx that�s not what I meant��

I jerked away from him. �Oh no you don�t, because we both know that�s exactly what you meant.�

�I would never think of you as sloppy seconds.� I heard Sam say and spun toward the door to our motel room and saw him standing there, hands in his pockets. �And no, this has nothing to with him being the oldest.�

I blinked, opened my mouth�then closed it and took a step back. �How long have you been standing there.� My head was spinning and it had nothing to do with the fading alcohol in my blood.

Sam appeared uncomfortable and gave my an apologetic look. �Long enough.�

I brought angry eyes to his. �How Long.�

Dean answered for him. �Since we squared off.�

I was shaking and it wasn�t from the cold. My brain was so full of confusion I was starting to wonder if I was going blow a major blood vessel. I didn�t know what to say to them. They had planned this� This whole thing�was just a way to get me out here so Dean could get to me first. Suddenly everything became very calm. My anger had reached a whole new level and I was done with being nice.

I started laughing� Not the happy kind either, more of the �I�ve just completely snapped� kind. Needless to say it threw the boys one hell of an emotional curve ball. �So that�s what this is.� I choked between giggles and looked from one puzzled face to the other. �You get me out here so Dean can have me as what, his Christmas Wish? Is that it?� The humor was gone leaving me with only the heat of my rage as comfort. �I�m just here to appease your fucking libido?�

�Onyx, please take it easy� Let us explain.� Sam was pleading with me to listen but I was already too far gone.

�No. Because I�m not a fucking whore.� I growled and let the pain show on my face. �I thought better of you two� I guess I was wrong.�

Dean closed the distance between us, grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. �Onyx God Damn it, Shutup for a fucking second.�

I clenched my jaws shut and gave him the �go ahead� look with a raise of my brows.

�You�re not a prize, alright? So get it out of your head.� Dean explained as Sam walked up behind him, so I could see them both. �And Sam�s right, I didn�t call dibs because I�m the oldest, even if that�s how it�s always been, but it�s not.�

�What Dean�s getting at Onyx, is�� Sam caught my glare and hesitated at the intensity of it.

�It�s�my dying wish.�

�You�re kidding me, right?� I couldn�t believe it. This had to be contrived. �Fucking me is your dying wish, Dean?� Even hearing myself say it sounded like pure bullshit. But Dean�s face was serious. Shit� �Tell me you�re kidding.�

There was an emotion on Dean�s face that broke my heart. �I�m not.�

I gave him a puzzled look and turned my gaze to Sam�s face and felt the shock slide across my face when I heard Sam add. �We�re not lying Onyx.�

My brain wouldn�t except it. �Wait, why? Me? Of all the women you could have right now, you choose me? That makes about as much sense as saying you kill demons because they smell bad. You kill them because they are fucking evil, and they smell bad. So in essence, you can screw as many women right now to your hearts� desire and I would just be another name on the list!�

�Hey! Would ya shut the hell up over there! Some of us wanna get some damned sleep!�

I turned and saw a middle-aged man, standing around five foot nine with a dirty off white muscle shirt stretched thin over a huge bear gut. His skin was a mess of splotches with a lovely sheen of sweat from not bathing on a regular basis. The frown on his round face caused his beady eyes to appear a dull gray in the yellow light of the patio.

I just glared at him. �Fuck off.�

�You gotta problem, little girl?�

Dean stepped up protectively with Sam in tow. �We�ll have a problem if you don�t turn around and go back inside.�

The man snorted. �And what, you gonna make me?�

I laughed, a harsh and abrupt sound that made his face fill with confusion. �I�ll tell you what� Since its Christmas, I�m going to give you a choice. You can either walk away and go back into your motel room� Or��

The guys gave me a questioning look, probably afraid that I�d take my anger out on the dumb ass taunting us.

�Onyx�� The way my name drifted from Dean�s lips was a warning to watch myself from doing something stupid.

�Onyx, let�s just go inside.� Sam added and held a tension in his shoulders as he stood next to his brother.

The fat man ignored the boys and glared at me with his beady eyes. �Or what?�

I reached into my jacket and pulled my favorite seven inch blade from the black, soft leather holster just under my left arm. The talon curve of the blade gleamed silver in the dim light as I held it out in front of me with a twisted smile on my lips. �The alternative.�

His beady eyes sparkled with terror as a few beads of sweat began to form over his brow. �You�re full of shit.�

The smile never left my face as I went to step forward, only to be stopped as Sam and Dean stood in front of me. �No sir, she�s not.� Dean said and stood to my right, careful to stay close in case I tried to lung forward.

�I think it�s best you went inside.� Sam stated in a flat tone and remained to my left like a wall of flesh. I guess they knew me too well.

The man looked from me to the boys, his small eyes frantic. �She�s bluffing.�

Dean stepped forward, closer to fat-man, farther from me. �Go back inside.�

�You can�t tell me what to do, this is a free country.� Fat-man spat trying to look menacing but failing. �Just �cuz she�s got a knife doesn�t mean shit.�

�My god, are you really this stupid?� I barked and felt the boys tense. I could feel the calm enter my veins, causing my emotions to leak away and my voice to become low and deep. �Go back into your fucking motel room.�

When he didn�t move, my arm flew up and the blade found itself lodged an inch into the wall just a few hairs away from his head. I smiled. �Is that clear enough?�

He was gone and back into his motel room before I made it to the wall to retrieve my blade.

�Smooth Onyx� Real smooth.� Dean said in a flat voice and met me at our motel room door. �What the hell was that?�

�He needed some incentive.� I replied calmly and slipped the blade back into the holster under my arm and pulled my jacket close. �Oh don�t look at me like that.�

Dean wasn�t happy with me, and by the look on Sam�s face, he wasn�t either. �That was incredibly stupid, Onyx.� Dean stated and crossed his arms.

�He�s not going to call the cops, if that�s what you mean.�

Sam�s brow shot up. �Onyx, you just threatened him with a knife.�

I sighed, �I saw him pull up earlier tonight when I first got here. He�s got a very young lady friend with him that I believe would be a very hard thing to explain to the police if they showed up.�

Dean quirked a brow at me and peered over my shoulder where sure enough, a young face peaked through the cr�me colored blinds of the window and disappeared once she realized we�d spotted her.

�And I doubt she�s eighteen.� I added and saw the horror touch their faces.

�An underage prostitute�� Sam said softly and I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was thoroughly disgusted.

�Besides�� I trailed off and opened the door. �I needed to blow off some steam.� I said and vanished inside, leaving the boys to stew in what just happened.

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