Off the World

Mercy threw out an arm at the door right up the walk way. "Durrrrr.. It's right there." She said and then began fishing for a key that was in her purse. She stumbled towards it, pushing off of Clyde before she got her key and, after several attempts unlocked the front door to the building.

She stumbled in and to the elevators, mashing her palm against the button and leaned against it, looking down at the floor. "Shit, I'm sooooo wasted..." She said and blinked, trying to focus on the ground. When it finally opened, she practically fell into it and then rolled onto her butt and scooted to the back and leaned against it.

"Six, Clyde. It's the sssix buttonss."

"Right. Silly ol' me." Clyde mused to the stumbling Mercy that he tried to follow behind. He didn't want her falling over after all.

"And how!" Clyde agreed Mercy was wasted. It was a pretty amusing and cute scene, his eyes widened though when she fell through the door. Clyde followed her inside and immediately went to grab Mercy's hands to try and bring her get her back to standing.

"Sex... Er... Six it is!" He furrowed his brow, knowing what was on his mind and hit the button quickly.

"Yer makin' me miss alcohol. He said with a wry grin as he held up Super Drunk Mercy against the corner of the elevator.

Mercy waved off his hand and shook her head. "Yeahhh, right. You're a poopie drrunk." Mercy insisted. "Ssspeakingof sexx though. You ever do it in an elevator, Clyde?" Mercy said with a laugh. "I-if you hit that stop button. We could."

Clyde's cheeks flushed deeply when Mercy spoke of having sex right here in the elevator, making him  turn away sharply as he tried to NOT think about that sort of thing.

Easier said than done.

He ended up standing there and thinking about it. He craved having something again. Craved having her again.

"I want to...." He said. "But... Shouldn't. Yer drunk and stuff. Wouldn't be right." He added solemnly as he fidgeted in place. "Maybe if I was a poopie drunk too! Heh." Clyde said in a more lighter manner

Mercy shook her head vigorously as the elevator doors opened. She struggled to stand up but managed. "No, Clyde." She said and pushed on his chest to shove him away, only to grip his shirt and tug him along. "Don't drrrink anymorre. It'ssbad." She insisted and stopped at her apartment.

"Thherre we arree... good ol six fffourty eight." Mercy fumbled with the keys but finally unlocked the door and shoved it open. She took a step inside and heaved her purse onto the genkan. She kicked her shoes off and then turned around.

"Oooookaaaay, well..." Mercy said and looked at Clyde. "Thaaankss, Clyde. You're so sssweet..." She said and grinned. She then reached out for Clyde's shirt and pulled him into a rather deep kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth for a sloppy kiss.

"You suuurrre you don't wanna? Fffor old time'ssake?" Mercy whispered.

Clyde struggled to not smile when Mercy discouraged him drinking. Even when SHE was drunk, she was against him doing it. It warmed him quite a bit and he would be led around by his shirt happily until they finally made it to the once secret pad of Mercy. Making it to her apartment for once felt like an achievement.

"No sweat babe. Happy t-Mmf!" Mercy silenced him with a hot kiss that he didn't see coming. He melted into her embrace instantly, his eyes fluttering shut.

No matter how sloppy it was, the feeling of lips and aggressive tongue was heavenly. When she broke it, he had a dopey grin on his face licking his moist lips that had been coated with Mercy's saliva. He couldn't even answer Mercy right away. He was frozen, blushing hard in front of her.

Mercy pulled away from the kiss and looked at Clyde's goofy face. She then let her eyes wander and stared at other parts of him. She looked down to the floor and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Shit..." She muttered. "I'm... I'm gonna go change and you ffigure out if you want any of thissor not, Clyde." Mercy said, running her hand down her body and tugging at her tank top to show off some of her boob. As she turned, she winked at him. "It might be your lasstchance..."

Mercy turned and sauntered towards her bedroom, wiggling her butt as she stumbled down the hall, taking a moment to lean against the wall and rub her temples before stumbling into her bedroom.

Mercy's words made his eyes widen and he quickly picked up his head. "M-Mercy... I..." He managed to say before he watched her tug on her tank top and tease him with 'his last chance' before she made her goofy stumble away while he stood in the doorway, mulling over her words.

Last chance...

But with renewed vigor he made up his mind.

"Mercy... Wait!" He called out to her, hurrying into the apartment before stopping dead short of her bedroom, taking a deep breath before puffing out his chest and marching inside.

"Just wait a sec!"

Mercy was just tossing her bra to the ground when Clyde burst into her bedroom. She was only in her underwear now and when Clyde entered, she squealed and covered her chest, blushing furiously.

"Whaaat the hell, Clyde! I said I needed to change!" She admonished the cowboy and shook her head. "Y-You're sssuposed to wait!" Mercy looked around. "Ahh, and... I'm tired and I don't even.." Mercy flopped onto the bed and shut her eyes. She fumbled around for the ipod on her dresser, but she didn't even touch the dresser at all.

"You'rrre doin allthe work, ok?" Mercy said and looked up at Clyde, her glasses askew as she smiled at him. Her head flopped back onto the bed. "Just... " Mercy huffed. "Just hand me my ipod..." She muttered.

Clyde was finally in Mercy's apartment, now her bedroom and he wasn't even checking out the place! Granted it was dark but, it was like the only colors could see, was pink!

He tried not to panic when Mercy yelled at him. "S-SORRY!" He yelled before turning around sharply like a good soldier. Only to realize: "Ain't I seen the whole thing several times before!?!?" He thought to himself before turning around to face Mercy with a determined gaze.

"But what if I ain't satisfied with just tonight? I mean... I want ya, Mercy. I do. I Been wantin' ya. But Mercy... I... I don't just want a booty call. And... " He said as firmly as he could muster but he felt so stupid right now.

He huffed in frustration as he turned around. "Yer prolly too drunk fer this..."