GHouLexKiller
I laughed loudly and dropped my beer bottle. Glass shards exploded on the wooden floor along with some BudLight. If I could think straight I'd pick it up immediately to prevent regret later.

But no. My mind was blank and it was hard to hear. But I saw blurry people laughing their ass' off so I copied. I wish I knew who was talking.

"Mmmmm y- *hic* yeah," I chuckled. Suddenly someone with soft hands grabbed my own. They pulled me out of the room into a more private one, I think near stairs leading to the second floor. I hiccuped and grinned.

"Max?" I heard a distorted Ross question.

"Mmya?" I giggled back.

"Max I'm gonna tell everyone to leave, can you go get some sleep for me?" he requested of me with a sweet voice, motherly like. Mothers. Babies. Heh.

"Naaww let's *hic* have s-some fun instead?" I tried to say, ending it on a high note instead.

"What do you mean?" Ross asked with a genuine tone.

"Oh you know what I mean," I answered grabbing his arm while adding emphasis on the word 'know'.

"M-Max?" I didn't respond, just stumbled up the steps, Ross being forced to follow. I almost felt bad. But not really.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Ross asked, clear fear laced in his voice. I continued pulling him along, all the way to my bedroom. I pushing him into the room, shutting the door and locking it.

I turned around and could Ross was shaking slightly, the ghost of a smile plastered on his chubby face. My black bed was right behind him and the yellow walls were tinged a bit darker from the time of day. I smirked back and shoved him onto my bed.

The squirrel hybrid yelped and bounced a little. I stared down at him, hungrily. I didn't hesitate to capture his soft lips into a kiss. His face became so red it would make a tomato seem blue. Ross' eyes were as wide as beach balls as I felt his hands gently push at my chest.

My hands whipped to his wrists, pinning them above his head. I gently bit his lower lip causing a mix of a moan and whimper to escape his throat. A smirk tugged at my own lips as he partially opened his mouth.

I moved my tongue forward into his wet cavern. Quiet moans were let into the kiss. Once his whole mouth was painted in my saliva I pulled away. Our panting filled the room but the blush never left his cute face.

Er face.

My mouth instead attacked his neck causing moans a bit louder to fill the room. Found it.

I nibbled and licked his sweet spot making Ross flinch but not quiet down. My lips trailed kisses up to his ear once I saw a bit of purple. I bit lightly onto the ear lobe and Ross' mouth never closed.

I lifted my head away and stared down at my 'friend'. The 20 year old wriggled around and was mumbling pleads for me to get off him. I finally complied and pushed my mass off the bed. Ross scrambled off and unlocked the door, opened it and left.

Still in my delirious state, I tried to get out of my room to find more alcoholic beverages. Of course though I steadily tripped over to my bed. Face planting onto it I hiccuped. It was an amazement that I hadn't hiccuped during the interaction with Ross. I smirked at the memory, satisfied with my work.

That satisfaction would definitely turn around later. But hey at least Tim's also drunk. I'm not the only one wasted. That was my last thought before I passed out.