Sigma: Ambition
And then there was that one time he downed, like, 30 shots of tequila in less than 2 minutes...he can really hold his alcohol, can't he? I can barely make it through a bottle of whiskey myself. I look over towards the now closed door and snort. "What?" I chuckle. "Don't trust me?" I tease as I fall back over on the pillow. I remember the first time we met. It was...awkward, to say the least. I had just turned 21 and Omega had taken me out for my birthday. Meta saw me from across the room and bought me, like, 10 drinks so I was completely smashed. He was already drunk at the time, more toasted than I was, then he kissed me...and...well...yeah...
Agent York
"Alright." I nod over at him. "I understand." I have to admit that I am a little disappointed that he has to leave. "I don't want you to leave so soon, but...there'll be plenty of times to have fun with you later." I give him a hug and kiss him. "I had a fantastic night with you tonight. You never realize how much you miss something until they're gone. Do you want me to walk you back to your house?"