A/N: Hey all!

Just a one-shot for ya! Very angsty no fluff here.

I did update Smile Again, so I don't feel as guilty this time lol.

It is also super short, but I perfer to think of it as concise!

Please let me know what you think!

I don't really remember how I got here, but fuck it. I am drunk enough not to care anymore. I can feel her around me clenching and relaxing, driving me crazy. It won't be long now, I can feel the end start to near. Getting lost in a woman is the ultimate high.

My eyes are shut and my other senses take over. I've done this so many times it is second nature. I know how to get where I'm going; I've mastered the art. My head swims not able to fire the correct neurons to get my thoughts to mean anything. Right now it is all about instinct, endorphins and lust. Almost there, just need to get there.

I feel it, the release, and it satisfies me for a spilt second. I feel words fall out of my mouth, but I can't understand them in my current state. I collapse on top of her, spent.

"That's not my name." I hear an unfamiliar female voice tell me.

"What?" I slur, pushing myself off and onto the pillows beside her.

I stare up at the ceiling wondering if I have a pack of cigarettes somewhere, not really paying attention to her at all.

"My name isn't Blair." She clarifies scornfully, sitting up right and shooting daggers at me with her eyes.

"So?" I couldn't care less and decide to settle for more scotch instead of the cigarette I can't mentally locate.

"You said 'Blair' while we were having sex!" She yells at me.

"And?" I am so done with entire diatribe and my unaffected face solidifies it.

"Do you even remember my name?" She is furious, but I can't understand why.

Did she think that this was more than a one night stand? The word delusional runs through my mind, I can't think of a better one right now.

"No, I probably forgot it the second you told me to be honest." I spare her nothing, no pity for the nameless.

"You're a miserable prick." She throws out, incensed by my nonchalance.

"I know," I agree, leaving the bed and finding my robe, "You can show yourself out."

She lets go of an angry growl and wrathfully collects her clothes. She stomps out of the room and waits for the elevator. I walk to the bar, pour a glass of scotch and raise my glass to her as she boards the lift.

"I feel bad for her, the girl who loves you, whoever she is." She spits venomously from her lips before she leaves.

When the doors close I say aloud, "So do I."

I take down the scotch in one gulp. My anger over takes me and I throw the glass against the wall. It crashes with a deafening clamor, sending glass shards in every direction. I stare at the remnants of liquid dripping down the wall. And all I can think of is a bleeding heart oozing.