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"Tough case, huh?"
"Yeah...I think I'll manage though."
"You could always come over to my place later. I can comfort you...with my mouth," Bobby said with a wink.
Alex rolled her eyes. "I think you would enjoy that too much."
"...maybe."
Alex smiled. "I'll think it over and get back to you."
"The offer will still be open," Bobby winked again.
^_^
Bobby unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside. Another neurotic nutcase, another day. He threw his coat and tie onto the couch and made his way into the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and peered inside. "Ooh, liqueur," he thought to himself as he pulled out a bottle of scotch. Opening another cabinet and retrieving a shot glass, he smiled to himself. Work would be so much worse if he didn't have Alex there to help him through the day. Even though she repeatedly shunned his attempts to become more than partners, she was quite a piece of eye candy nonetheless. More than partners. "Heh," he thought. "More like an entirely different kind of partners."
He poured himself a shot and ventured back into his living room. Plopping down onto the couch, he tipped his head back and poured the sweet poison directly into the back of his throat. Twitching slightly from the burning sensation, he poured another. Getting drunk alone was not something he preferred, but a decent amount of liquor in his system certainly helped him sleep at night.
So did having a warm body lying beside him.
He pondered that thought and deposited another shot into his throat.
That warm body belonging to his partner would be even better.
He looked down at the scotch and took a swig straight from the bottle. "I really need a girlfriend," he announced to the room.
Another swig. The room he had just spoken to started to look a bit lopsided.
He reached for the remote control and turned on the T.V. Flipping through the channels, he found nothing that appealed to him.
He would rather be turning on his partner.
Another swig.
"I wonder what Alex is doing anyway," he thought aloud to the room once again.
She lived only a few blocks away. He knew that from the one evening when he gave her a lift home after work. Her car had been at the repair shop that day.
"Hmm."
Yet another swig.
He glanced at his coat which was resting beside him on the couch. He placed the scotch bottle onto the coffee table in front of him.
Moments later, his coat was on his body and he was walking out the door. He closed the door behind him and furrowed his brows. "What are you doing, Bobby?" he thought to himself.
"Going to see Alex," he nodded his head confidently. Yes. That is what he was going to do.
He started in the direction of her apartment. The beginning of an erection formed in his pants despite the cold. The thought of actually seeing Alex on her own ground was turning him on.
He closed his eyes for a moment and felt the effect of the alcohol coursing through his veins. He was almost there.
A short time later, he stood outside of a wooden door. He raised his hand to knock. He would love to use that hand to do more than just knock, and he would love to knock in more ways than one. The alcohol still coursing through his veins, he dropped his hand back down to his side. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Feeling a surge of courage (or maybe it was just the alcohol again), he raised his hand again and knocked. Standing still for a moment, he tried to gain his composure. He was about to turn and run, when the door swung open.
Alex stood before him wearing a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. She peered at him a bit confused. "Hi Bobby! What, um...brings you here?"
Bobby thought for a moment. Why was he here? Oh yeah...
"I was just um...wanting to let you know that offer is still open...if you're interested." He looked down at her and grinned.
