[He sees that hurt, and all he can think is do it. Do it. Push him away. He's been used for his purpose, now dump him. It'd give him just as much satisfaction, proving that both of them were worthless and the higher standard to which they held themselves was an ugly lie that apparently only he could see through.
But she stays. She takes another hard swig from the bottle and owns everything she's just done, down to and including how thoroughly she used John in this situation, and he finds himself admiring her. There's the badass.
He's the one who kisses her, while the taste of alcohol is still warm and sharp on her mouth, then laughs as he finally slips out of her and starts to dress. Bare ass to the breeze is getting a bit cold here.]
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But she stays. She takes another hard swig from the bottle and owns everything she's just done, down to and including how thoroughly she used John in this situation, and he finds himself admiring her. There's the badass.
He's the one who kisses her, while the taste of alcohol is still warm and sharp on her mouth, then laughs as he finally slips out of her and starts to dress. Bare ass to the breeze is getting a bit cold here.]
You're welcome.