A.N. Yes, I know. I suck at updating. But I lose inspiration and every idea that I get sucks. If anyone has suggestions or would like to help me write this, just message me!

"Kris, what would you say to going to get us another round of drinks from that bloke, Terry, over there?" Dave asked.

"Yea, why not?" Kris replied back. She left her seat at the table and ventured over to the bar.

"Another round please!" Kris cried over the din in the bar at Terry. But the noise had effectively drowned her out. So she tried again. "Excuse me! Another round please!"

Nothing.

And then, like a knight in shining armor, someone behind her yelled, "Oi! Terry! She wants another round for the corner table!"

This time, Terry registered the call and signaled that it was coming right up. Shocked at this somewhat chivalrous man with a rough accent, Kris turned around, only to be surprised to see that none other than Bovver had helped her out.

"Thanks." Kris said meekly. This new development in their relationship startled her. As far as she could tell, Bovver would rather watch her get hit by a bus than help her out.

Taking a drag off of his cigarette, Bov replied with a grunt that Kris took as, "Yeah, no problem."

Smiling, Kris grabbed the tray of drinks put on the bar in front of her and started to head back to the table. Pausing, she turned around and said "Sorry about calling you an asshole."

Bovver smiled a genuine smile and walked over to Kris. Leaning in and grabbing the tray of drinks, he replied, "I've been called worse."

Kris giggled and trailed behind Bovver back to the table.

The "drinking sesh" as Pete so affectionately put it lasted quite a bit longer than Kris thought it was going to. At the beginning, Kris tried to pace herself. She had half of a beer every half hour or so, but the boys were making fun of her constantly, so she picked up the pace. Eventually, Kris was drunk. Her speech was slurring and she was seeing double of a couple of things. Matt had clocked out early with the excuse that he had work early in the morning.

"Kris, enlighten us. Now that your brother is out of the room, what is your position on blow jobs?" Swill asked with the most serious face he could muster.

The rest of the boys busted out laughing. Swill looked hurt. "I was being completely serious! Can I ask a girl for one? Does she like giving it? What're your methods!?"

Being so drunk, Kris decided that she was going to answer completely serious.

"Well, I'm glad I can be the ambassador of blow jobs. First rule is don't expect one. Secondly, don't EVER push the girls head. And my last bit of advice is to return the favor." And with that, Kris downed the last bit of her beer and said, "Who's taking me back to Shan's house?"