All in a day's work.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon had known this latest ploy to get girls would work. Being a handy-man around campus definitely had its advantages and he was starting to take advantage of that in a new way. He hadn't expected as many calls as he'd gotten. Apparently college girls and appliances just weren't compatible. No matter, Simon was happy to help a bunch of girls out- especially the attractive ones. The pay wasn't bad either.

Tiffany had seemed a bit reluctant to have him be her handy-man, what with the fact he offered up a lap-dance as an alternative form of payment. It had just been a joke, though...mostly. She finally agreed once he set 50 dollars as a good form of payment.

She arranged to have him come over at around three in the afternoon the next day when they were both off classes. Probably so she could keep an eye on him. He did like messing with her a bit, but he wasn't about to ruin her sink just for a laugh. He needed that fifty bucks to go towards his next payment to his drug dealer.

Hooking his tool-belt on, he smirked up at the mirror. Well, this looks a bit pre-porn-film-esque. He mused lightly, chuckling and shaking his head. Halting as he walked past the kitchen, a thought ran through his mind. Pink wine? Girls liked that stuff, right? Even classier girls. The whole 'wine' thing was big with females. Deciding to bring the wine along as an offering, he grabbed the keys to his dorm and left for the girl's dorms across the campus. He reached there in no time, having learned all the quickest ways to get there.

Checking the piece of paper he'd scrawled Tiffany's dorm number down on he headed up the hall. "Ah, right across from Valerie." He said as he looked to one of the girl's dorms he'd been in previously. He knew that dorm room well, let's just say that. Smiling back to Tiffany's door, he raised the hand that wasn't currently holding the wine bottle and knocked lightly.

"Repair man here for that leaky sink." He called, smirking at the slightly teasing tone in his voice, knowing Tiffany was probably cringing at the fact she was actually letting him do this for her.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany really didn't like Simon. Simon really didn't like her. So, why on earth would Tiffany tell him to fix the leaky sink in her bathroom? It was only a joke! When Simon took it seriously, she figured why not. She had a couple extra 20's laying around and would be willing to give it away. Tiffany knew he would probably spend it on drugs or something.

In the chat room earlier, Simon kept bragging about all these girls he'd hooked up with because he was repairing things in their dorms. This really didn't surprise her one bit. Simon was known for sex around campus. People were going to think that Tiffany had sex with Simon. Hah! Like that would ever happen. Tiffany enjoyed being a virgin, thank you very much.

Things with she and Abraham were so, so good. They knew each other's limits. Well, Abraham knew her limits. Abraham was ready for sex anytime. Tiffany rolled her eyes at the memory of them the last time he was over at her dorm after a very nice date. Abraham was practically begging to see Tiffany in her underwear. Tiffany would throw her most sexiest pair of underwear at Abraham, and he still wasn't satisfied. There was no way Abraham would see her butt naked.

Tiffany was biting her lip, considering what would have happened if she did pull down her pants that one night. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door. Tiffany held her head back and groaned loudly. Gosh, she really wasn't looking forward to this. She rolled her eyes and dragged herself off her bed and to her door. Tiffany opened her door for Simon, letting him him and closed the door behind him.

"Bathroom's over there." Tiffany raised her hand lazily to the slightly open door by the kitchen. She glanced over Simon once. Shirt, tool belt, jeans, pink wine, sneakers. Pink wine?![/b] Why did he have that? Oh, that sly dog.. He was going to get her drunk. After the situation at the "taco party", she swore she'd never drink anything from Simon, ever. She squinted her eyes hard at Simon, hoping he would get the message she was trying to send to him.

Notes:[/b] *~pink wine makes me slutty*~ ohmygodi'msonotreadytocorruptmytiffanybbihateyouformakingmedothiselleihateyou.[/font]

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon heard the groan from inside Tiffany's dorm, and the smirk instantly grew on his face. He wasn't exactly her favorite person- and for good reason. He could be an exceptionally big douche bag when he chose to be. He wasn't really a fan of her either. She was just a bit too religious and...virgin for his taste.

The girl was fun to mess with, though, and so he only grinned when she opened the door and followed her through the dorm, glancing in the direction she waved her arm lazily. "Aiight boss." He nodded, looking back down to the wine he'd brought along when she made a decidedly ugly face at it.

"What?" He laughed, already seeing that she wasn't interested in any alcohol- or maybe just not any alcohol from him. "It's just wine." He shrugged, holding it out to her in offering. "You're not a lightweight, are you?" He teased, smirk returning to his face.

Putting on an all-business face after a moment he glanced back towards the bathroom again and then to Tiffany. "So, how long has it been leaking?" He inquired, adjusting the belt around his waist, realizing he was still holding the wine out and sighing. "Just at least take it and set it down somewhere."

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany didn't change her facial expression as he held up the bottle of wine toward her. She crossed her arms tightly across her small chest. "Excuse me? Lightweight?" Tiffany stared at the bottle, not moving. She was determined not to touch the bottle. There was no way Tiffany would ever drink this stupid wine.

What's a lightweight? Tiffany looked down, more interested in a puff of dust. "It's been dripping ever since I got here. It hasn't annoyed me 'till now, though." She picked at her nail, avoiding looking at Simon. She was ready for him to leave, so she could invite Abraham over and he could take the pink wine away from her. Or even set fire to it. Or maybe even set fire to Simon's clothes. Tiffany really shouldn't feel hate toward him, but that's just the way it was with them.

Rolling her eyes at the bottle of wine, she uncrossed her arms. Tiffany sucked her teeth and sighed dramatically advancing toward the bottle. She snatched the glass bottle from his hand and threw it on her bed. It landed with a soft thud. "There." Tiffany bent over to reach underneath her bed and grabbed her purse. She pulled out her wallet, fishing out 2 twenty dollar bills and a 10 dollar bill. She set it on her bed and sat next to the money and the wine.

"Go fix my sink now, please." Tiffany glared at Simon. God, she wanted him out of here. It felt wrong. Really wrong, and he was definitely up to something.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon ignored her scoffed question, and rolled his eyes lightly, thinking over the answer she gave him on how long the sink had been leaking. She'd let it leak for that long? Jesus. Useless. Sighing out again, this time more exasperated he let her take the bottle, brow raising when she tossed it at her bed. Well, what an appreciative young lady she was.

Giving her the fakest of cheery smiles as he turned to head to the bathroom he waved, "Yeah, yeah, fixing it now." He called back to her without looking, muttering "You're welcome, bitch." Under his breath and entering the bathroom. Locating the sink right when he entered, he stooped down and opened the doors so he could see the piping.

Standing back up and leaving the doors to it open, he turned the faucet on and left it running, leaning back down to see the pipes. They looked a bit outdated. Frowning slightly at the fact that this was a bigger job than just a leak, he decided to ignore it. He was here to fix the leak. And the less time he had to spend here, the lest bitching and moaning he had to hear from Tiffany the god-damn martyr.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Sighing at the fact that she didn't have to speak to Simon anymore, Tiffany pulled her knees to her chest. There was nothing she could do really, except wait for Simon to finish fixing the sink, so they could never speak to each other again, unless he decided to make fun of her virginity on the chat room again. She sometimes wished she could just get it over with so people would stop making fun of her for it. Especially girls. They all thought that the new guy, Elliot was cute because he believed that sex should be saved for marriage. Ugh. She wanted to toss her laptop at the wall reading all the crap they said. Tiffany bit her lip, still upset about this.

She grabbed the bottle of wine that rolled next to her butt when she sat down. Tiffany read the label on the wine. It wasn't even named "pink wine". It was some fancy Italian name that Tiffany couldn't read. Whatever. She read the back label, glancing over the description of the wine flavor. Crisp and fruity. Pleasure for everyone. Tiffany snorted. How could alcohol taste fruity? She decided she would sniff it to see if it really was fruity. How did you open this anyway? Did she need a corkscrew..? Was that what it's called?

Pushing all questions aside, she shrugged and pulled hard at the cork piece that was wedged inside the bottle opening. "Come onnn." Tiffany gritted her teeth, pulling harder. Tiffany gave up with a little grunt. After stretching her fingers again, she glanced over at Simon in the bathroom. He was on his knees, the upper half of his body was out of sight underneath the sink. Tiffany felt a flash of anger rush through her. He wasn't even doing anything at the time to her. She just hated Simon! Tiffany felt like she had joined the many people who did hate Simon already. People say that he can't help being rude. That's was a bunch of malarkey. He could totally help being a jerk.

Glaring at Simon's lower half, Tiffany yanked at the stupid cork piece, twisting it in every direction. After one final twist, the cork was pulled out successfully with a pop. Tiffany's nose was filled with the scent of alcohol and fruit. Wow, I guess it could smell fruity. She pulled the opening up to her nose slowly, inhaling the scent a little. Tiffany chewed on her tongue, smelling the drink once more.

Going against everything she was, Tiffany placed the bottle to between her lips. Tiffany glanced over at Simon again to make sure he wasn't looking. She felt the flash of hatred again before tipping her head back an inch, causing the pink liquid to flood into her mouth. She immediately pulled the bottle off of her mouth. Her mouth was burning. Oh, gosh. Just swallow it, Tiff. It's not mouthwash. Tiffany swallowed the mouth full of wine, tasting the fruity blend. Wow, okay. It definitely tasted crisp. How could that even happen? Tiffany felt the small sting of alcohol in her throat.

She ignored the sting, thinking that another sip would get rid of the sting. Maybe another.

Notes: I love long posts! <3

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Leaky sinks were a very minor problem, took no time to fix. So, Simon found himself re-tightening the faucet and slipping tools back into his belt not long after Tiffany had gone out to sulk on her bed. She was awfully quiet out there, but he resisted the urge to peek out and see what miss Virgin disciple was doing. Standing up, knees slightly sore from kneeling to look under the sink, he turned to head back out the bathroom, get out of here with that fifty bucks and probably not talk to Tiffany again until another argument between them arose on the chat.

He paused upon exiting the bathroom, though, when he spotted Tiffany right where he'd guessed she'd be...but with the bottle of wine in her hand, to her lips. Brow raising again, he stood quiet for a moment, smirking at the sight of an obviously slightly intoxicated Tiffany. It was much like the time he'd given her that taco bell food laced with hash.

"It's good, isn't it?" He finally said over to her, moving out of the bathroom fully now, coming to stand a few feet away from her. He glanced down to the fifty bucks and buck up to her.

"Sink's fixed. You can go test it out if you want to make sure. But if that's all, I'll take the fifty bucks...and the wine...unless you're planning on finishing that off.." He said, smirk slowly creeping onto his lips again.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

After 5 sips, well, gulps really, Tiffany set the bottle of pink wine in between her legs. How much alcohol was in this anyway? She tilted the wine back, glancing at the label. 11.5% Alcohol... oh, it's not that much. Tiffany raised the bottle to her lips again. It wasn't like she was going to get drunk or anything. It was just 6 sips of wine. No biggie. She wouldn't go to hell for tasting a little bit of wine.

At the 8th sip, her eyes were closed, not wanting to look around and think of other things that could distract her from this delicious drink. She was suddenly more and more thirsty. John 4:14 came to her mind. But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life. Tiffany recited to herself in her head, taking yet another gulp of the liquid. She pushed the verse to the back of her head.

Her eyes fluttered open at Simon's voice. She glanced down at the bottle in her hands. A third of it was gone. Tiffany couldn't find words to come out of her mouth, so she just shrugged, running her index finger on the outside of the opening. Instead of replying to him, she kept her eyes on Simon while taking a small sip of the wine again. Tiffany swallowed, grabbing the bills in front of her. She stood up with caution, feeling her balance being a bit off. Calm down. It's nothing. You aren't drunk. Tiffany walked over to Simon, the bottle of wine hanging at her side. She stuffed the bills into his front shirt pocket slowly, running her hand down Simon's chest. Simon was definitely a lot skinner than Abraham. Tiffany bit the inside of her lip, lifting the bottle to her lips. She had lost count of how many times she felt the slight sting of the alcohol. "I really don't like you, you know that? You're so...rude." Tiffany said to him after pulling the bottle from her lips and down to her side again. She felt away from herself in a way.

She toyed with the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning the first button. Tiffany ran her finger down his chest once more, trailing a little lower. Tiffany thought back to what she wore today. Oh, she was wearing a thong. Yesterday was laundry day, so she picked her favorite pair. I guess Simon will see it before Abraham then. Tiffany snorted to herself. "Why'd you bring this wine, hmm?" Tiffany glared at Simon, bringing the bottle to her mouth again, taking the biggest amount she had taken all night, filling her cheeks with the fruity blend.

Yum, yum, yum.

Notes:[/b] Tiffany, omg. You're such a dirty slut when you're drunk. You're like Chris Colfer when he drinks tequila. You dirty slut, you.[/font]

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

She had obviously had quite a bit of the wine, that he could tell even as she got off of the bed, the bottle hanging from her fingers. He felt he should probably take the bottle from her before she accidentally dropped it in the state she was in, but he didn't really care much if she got a stain on her dorm room floor. Simon instead stepped forward to take the fifty dollars from her, hand reaching out, just to have her stuff it in his shirt pocket. Glancing down to the money in his pocket and then back up to her, his brow continued to raise. She was even worse with alcohol than she was with hash.

Simon's eyes followed Tiffany's hand as it moved down his chest, smirking slightly he returned his eyes to her face, smirk broadening immediately at what she said.

"Yeah, I know." He said chuckling slightly, shrugging a bit after a moment. "I'm not that bad." He reasoned, amusedly. Honestly he didn't care what Tiffany thought of him. He didn't like her either. So, the feeling was mutual. Seeing her like this was kind of a gift to him. And he'd never let her live it down.

Watching her mess with his shirt calmly he peered back at her, smile lazy,

"I thought you'd like it." He said shortly, nodding towards her as she took another large sip, "And obviously I was right." He chuckled again, ignoring the glare she gave him.

Tiffany was rather loose after a bit of wine, as was apparent by the fact that she was still running her hands up and down his shirt. Stepping a bit closer to her, his smirk grew cheekier and he pulled her hands down to his waist. "You know, you could still give me that lap dance?" He teased, knowing that even in the state she was in, she hated him and that it would most likely piss her off. But he was quite interested in seeing if he could take some advantage of her right now. Tilting her chin up toward him he looked her over again for a moment before leaning in to press his lips to hers investigatively.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany's perception of everything was changing quickly. The thought of Abraham was far from her mind. All she wanted to do was to be more experienced and to make Abraham happy and to do that, she needed to have sex. No problem. Simon seemed available for sex.

God was far from her mind. Alcohol and drugs seemed to have that effect on her. Well, after this, she would never do it again, unless it was pink wine. Pink wine was an exception, Tiffany thought as she glared some more at Simon. What on earth was she feeling right now? She wanted to punch Simon in the face, but she also wanted to throw him on the bed and get this over with. Tiffany wanted to know what it was like, so then maybe later on with the person she actually loved, it would be more special and she'd know what to do. Tiffany wouldn't feel the pain with a special person since she had already done it.

This is the perfect plan, she thought. Tiffany only nodded to what Simon was saying, not really registering it. She picked up on the lap dance. Tiffany pulled the bottle to her lips, drinking it again. She glanced at the bottle. Half-way gone. "I would never give you a lap dance." Tiffany spat at him. Tiffany's snappiness faded when Simon pressed his lips against hers.

Simon's lips weren't nearly as good as Abraham's. Tiffany imagined herself kissing Abraham, but it just didn't work out. Abraham's lips were much softer and not to mention, he had that sexy lip piercing that Tiffany played with all the time. She suddenly realized that this was Simon. What was she doing?! Tiffany pushed her hand that wasn't holding the pink wine bottle against his chest, pushing him away. Their lips left each other with a loud smack. Tiffany leaned down slowly, placing the wine bottle on the carpet. Her lips were in a tight line

"I hate you." Tiffany whispered, taking a giant step back toward Simon, pressing their mouths together hard. "I have to get more experienced for Abraham and you're going to do just that, okay? Let's get this over with." Tiffany said, her breath was drowned in the stench of fruity wine. She pulled him back in, feeling nothing. She wasn't even going to try to distinguish the things she was feeling. Tiffany felt numb. She guessed this was how Simon felt all the time.

Notes:[/b] my poor tiffany bb. click [/font]

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon only stumbled back slightly when Tiffany pushed against his chest to stop him kissing her. He only tilted his head back smirk stuck in place as she told him for the umpteenth time how much just disliked him. Watching her quietly, still as entertained with this as ever he gave her a cheeky smile as she stood back up, stepping up to her a bit as she walked back over to push her lips back against his.

"Using me for practice sex?" He laughed against her lips. "Cool." He grinned before he led her back towards her own bed. Pushing her hair off of her neck he leaned down to kiss along it to her collar bone, hands going to her shirt as he did so.

When her hands didn't move back to his shirt again immediately, he took them in his own and pulled them up to the buttons, hinting to the drunken girl what she needed to do.

In the back of his mind he was thinking over how great this actually was. Fucking Abraham's girl before him? That was just too classic. He'd probably be way mad about this. He'd just avoid him while he and Tiffany argued. Still, it'd be a laugh to hear about. Tiffany having to explain having drunken sex with Simon Chapman. Hahaha.

Mind off of those thoughts and back on getting laid, he moved his hands down to her shorts and popped the button open. "It'll probably hurt at first." He told her as he continued to kiss her neck, smirking before whispering teasingly into her ear, "Virgin."

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Usually you were supposed to feel emotion during sex. Right? That's what her youth pastor had said. He said that sex was a supernatural experience if it was used in the right context. Tiffany ignored the last part tonight. Sex hurt. A lot. She felt disgusted by herself. Absolutely disgusted. It wasn't until the few last seconds where she felt the pleasure, but then Simon was done. What was she supposed to do now? Tiffany's head was pounding and her heart was racing. Simon took the blanket, pulling it over his body. That pig. Tiffany's hatred toward him grew stronger after every thrust. She hated the man. She hated him with every inch of her body. Tiffany grabbed the thin sheet, pulling it over her exposed body. She moved to the edge of the bed, far away from Simon. She closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. In her drunken stage, Tiffany didn't think much of the consequences this would cause.

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A cell phone vibrated and rang. Tiffany ignored it, half asleep. The phone vibrated again. Tiffany's eyes were wide open as she searched for the phone, using only her eyes. Her head was in a tremendous amount of pain. Why was she clinging to the edge of her bed? Tiffany rolled over, hoping to land on fresh pillows, but instead landed on top of a warm body. Abraham? Tiffany furrowed her eyebrows. Her headache got worse every minute. Tiffany didn't move her head the other direction to see who it was. "Abraham?" Tiffany said softly, mostly because she couldn't speak. Her throat was dry and her voice extremely crackly. This was the worst she's ever felt. Once Tiffany decided she needed water, she shoved the sheets of her body. Oh my gosh. Why am I naked? Surely Tiffany wouldn't sleep with Abraham in her bed, naked. If anything, they'd still have their shoes on. She rolled out of bed again, her knees hitting the floor before her feet did. She had no strength to stand up. Tiffany stared up at the body. The person's face was the other way. Surely that wasn't Abraham. Abraham's hair wasn't like that. Tiffany's curiosity and nervousness gave her strength to stand up to wake up her boyfriend.

Once she arrived at the other side of the bed, she found a bottle of wine. A third of it remained. Pink wine. Tiffany's eyes closed as she was flooded with memories of the previous night. Tiffany glanced up at her window. It was definitely mid-morning. The last thing Tiffany remembered was thinking that she needed to be more experienced for Abraham. She also remembered Simon bringing her to the bed. No matter how hard Tiffany tried, she couldn't remember anything after this. Had they had .. sex? Tiffany's eyes widened with shock. She suddenly felt soreness from her hips down. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Had he used...?

Tiffany collapsed on her knees, clawing at her bedside trashcan. On top of the used tampon and pantyliner wrappers was a wet looking, obviously used condom. Oh, gosh. Had that been in her? She looked over at Simon's body, staring at his crotch. Had that been inside her? The soreness hit again. Oh, jeez. Tiffany felt her stomach churn, staring at the used condom again. She then proceeded to vomit into the trashcan that was clutched in her hands. Her throat burned, as she felt the wine come back up. What had she done?

Her knees were shaking violently as she stood up again, glaring at Simon's sleeping body. She wanted to take a wire hanger and beat him with it, maybe even stab him a couple of times. Tiffany grabbed the wine bottle, staring at it. Did she drink all of this? It was a pretty big bottle. Tiffany poured the remains of the bottle onto Simon's face, waking him up instantly. Tiffany suddenly realized she was stark naked. She looked down at herself. Tiffany gaped at a dried up stream of blood that ran from her privates down to her knee. She gasped at her white sheets, that had now been stained from blood. She bled?!

"Get up!" Tiffany tried to yell at Simon before stripping the blanket off of his body. She noted that he was completely naked as well. Tiffany didn't know where her clothes were. There were items of clothing everywhere. She grabbed the closest thing and pulled it over her body. It was Simon's shirt. Ew. Whatever. Simon didn't deserve to see her naked again.

How could he let his happen? How could Tiffany let this happen? How would Abraham react? Oh, no. She didn't even want to think of Abraham. Who was going to tell him? Well, of course Tiffany would have to. Simon was too much of a coward to express his feelings. Tiffany grabbed the wine bottle again, posed at Simon, ready to hit him with it. "You need to explain yourself, Simon. NOW." She croaked at him. Tiffany felt tears hit the back of her eyes. Oh, crap.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon could feel the body on the other side of the bed beginning to stir long before he felt the need to open his eyes. Surprisingly enough, there was no hangover. This was probably due to the fact Tiffany had been the only one drinking. Tiffany. Ohhh, yeahh. One eye blinked open to watch Tiffany slowly waking up. Oh, she was not going to be happy. He decided to pretend to be asleep. Shutting his other eye back tightly he tried to return to a still state as he heard her falling out of the bed and then going over to the trash can.

There was definitely some throwing up. Probably from the whine. Maybe a little be from the shock too. He remained still. He heard her picking the wine bottle up off of the ground and then before he knew it it was being poured onto his face. Sputtering slightly as he sat up, he wiped wine off his face and blinked offendedly up at Tiffany. She was definitely angry. If he hadn't had been able to tell that by her pouring wine on him, he could definitely pick it out of her furious expression.

Shivering immediately when she ripped the covers of of him he watched her pull on his shirt, still a bit taken aback. Standing up so he could pull on his boxers he then held up his hands defensively.

"Hey, I fixed the leaky sink, and then I fixed your virginity. You should be thanking me." He reasoned. He knew it was probably the worst reason ever but it got a little chuckle out of him in his head.

"Besides, you said you needed to practice for Abraham. Now you're ready for him. Though I doubt he'll be as good." He said as he turned to look in her mirror so he could fix this bed-hair dilemma. It actually didn't look so bad on him. The messy look was kind of sex-god like, and that definitely was a good way of describing him. Stretching slightly casually he took the money from the front pocket of the shirt of his that Tiffany'd put on to cover herself before going to pull on his pants. Stuffing the money into the pocket of the jeans he went to put on his shoes.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat about how good I am in bed, but I've got things to do." He said over to her, smirking lazily as he began to lace up his shoes.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Of course, of course. What had Tiffany expected out of a person who has no feelings whatsoever? Well, she certainly had high expectations. Simon was being extremely rude, especially to someone who didn't want sex in the first place. Tiffany felt violated even though she had let this happen. She could have easily said no if she was sober. She wanted to beat herself up for letting Simon have sex with her. It felt so wrong, she wanted to rot in Hell for this sin. She considered herself an awful person now. People would think she was a hypocrite, even more than they already did. This was so bad.

Simon's rudeness drove Tiffany to her limits. Did he really just ignore her like that? No, it wouldn't happen that way. Tiffany was enraged. She was shaking, the wine bottle still ready to smash it on his stupid head. She watched in shock as he laced up his shoes, standing up again.

"You-you.." Tiffany tried to bite her tongue, but it was too late. What else could she do that was worse than having sex before marriage? "You ASSHOLE!" Tiffany screeched. She let out a little gasp at herself, hearing the curse word come out of her mouth. Abraham would be so furious with her. This is all her fault. She wouldn't know what to say to him. Tiffany felt scalding hot tears stream down her hot face.

"You can't do this to me and think you can walk away!" Tiffany's weapon hand was more stronger, the rest of her body still weak and shaking. "I-I can't tell Abraham about this. This is all your fault!" Tiffany lied. Oh, no. That was 3 times that she deserved to rot in Hell.

She dropped the wine bottle, using the strength from the hand to bring her hand hard across Simon's cheek. Tiffany felt her body heat up, feeling no regrets. He deserved to be slapped. He needed to be slapped by reality and not by a girl he just had sex with. Tiffany wished that she was reality. She brought her hand to his chest, shoving him. The tears were flowing even faster. Why would Tiffany choose to do this? And with Simon. Of all people.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon's brow only raised slightly at her outburst as he got up. He'd known the whole Abraham thing would be the biggest issue with her. Whatever, he didn't like Abraham much. This was kind of a nice little 'fuck you' to him, by means of fucking his girlfriend. Clever.

His lips defiantly turned upward into a grin as she cursed aloud. He had to bite into his lip to keep from laughing as she gasped at herself. Jesus, she was so uptight about every little thing. His smile quickly disappeared as she neared him. He didn't so much feel bad about grinning at this time, it was just the fact she had the wine bottle in her hand still. He really wasn't looking to get that thing smashed over his head, and her eyes were just wild enough for her to do that. He let out a little breath of relief when she dropped the wine bottle.

He blinked in the next second, though, and saw her hand swing right for him. He didn't have time to duck out of the way, and with a wince he turned back to her, cheek stinging. She had a pretty strong hand. Then again, she was furious, so that probably explained the surprising force with which she slammed her palm against the side of his face. Ow.

He let his hand drop from where she'd smacked him, glancing over his shoulder into her mirror to find a red mark where her hand had been. Hopefully that'd go away soon.

Stumbling back as she pushed him, he huffed out, irritated now.

"I just brought the wine. You're the one who got drunk and came onto me." He hissed back at her, insensitively. He honestly didn't feel bad at all. He had no remorse for what he'd done. He hadn't done anything wrong...in his mind. He didn't like Tiffany, didn't like Abraham. She hadn't even been that great. She was nice to look at, but she didn't know much what to do with herself in bed.

"I'm not sorry." He shrugged, expression empty. He glanced down to the wine bottle, seeing there was still some wine left. Picking it up he headed for the door, turning back to her and glancing over his shirt. "You can throw that away or whatever." He shrugged again before grabbing his tool-belt and pulling open her dorm door. He gave her one last dismissive look before closing the door and then did the walk of shame back to his dorm, head held proudly.