Cleanup Time (tags: Korso)

"It's your own fault," he said and laughed at her reaction. He took the beer in his hand and continued.
"You never do anything unexpected, never anything you're not told to do. I've never even seen you have fun yourself, how do you expect to make other people have fun?" He said it flatly, 'cause he didn't really care. She did what she was supposed to. Good enough.

[OOC: Nice Mulan xDDDD]

(.....uh wow, I think who Aurora fucks is her own business )
Aurora frowned, "I have lots of fun, besides just because I work really hard at my job doesn't mean I don't know how to live a little." She added. It was true though, Aurora was a partier and on the weekends sometimes she and Dean just hung out...it bothered her a little though that he thought that way of her. "I'm not the best drinker but I do other things to make up for it." She added staunchly as she sat down and opened the bottle.

"You asked," he said. He hated it when people asked and then got defencive about the answer. If they didn't want to know, they should never have asked in the first place. Not that she should even care. Being boring wasn't a reason to get fired or tortured (unless you were a prisoner), so it wasn't like it mattered to her in any case.
He opened his beer bottle with his teeth and drank another sip, tilting his head lazily to the right looking at her. Why was he making her drink on the job again? Oh well, it was getting late, her shift would end soon anyway.

She sighed, "I did." She admitted with a shrug, she had almost argued that point but it was true she had. She took another drink before she studied him with veiled interest, "I guess I can see why you would think that." She added...urgh no wonder he didn't like her she wasn't interesting.

[OOC: She's sooooo adorable xDDD I'm sitting here writing the meanest things about her and feeling so sorry for her xDDD I am secretly shipping Aurora x Korso, but honestly, she could do so much better xDD]

Half way through his current beer bottle he started glancing at her chest once in a while. Maybe that was why McCoppin liked her... those things weren't bad. He wished he could say he was surprised McCoppin were a superficial one. He supposed most guys that age were.
"You should put your hair in a ponytail more often. You look too innocent now." No wonder he'd thought her to be a prude. Anyone glancing at her would think that way. He could almost imagine his own grandmother dressing the way she did.

(Awwwww XDDD thanks, and yes I ship them too XDDD)
She blinked at him surprised, "Seriously?" She asked as she glanced at her hair as though it had offended her. Fumbling a little bit she took the hair tie around her wrist and nimbly slung her hair back up into a ponytail, "And now?" She asked before she took another drink.

Somehow it even annoyed him that she listened. Did approval really mean that much to her? It was pathetic. Tiptoeing around people trying to get everyone to like you. Clear sign of having no personality, no self-respect and no confidence.
"Yeah, fine," he said uninterested and rubbed his eyes with his left hand before taking a drink with his right. He leaned back on the sofa, resting against its back and pulled his sleeves up to reveal his underarms.
"And you got blood in your hair." It wasn't true, but seeing as she was so eager to please and so desperate to look good it would be fun watching her reaction to that one. He almost smiled, but kept his face serious.

She sighed, "Ugh I'll clean it later." She stated flatly, she didn't mind blood on her clothes or hair and she took another drink. "I've had worse anyway." She added almost in an undertone but the words were still audible.

Now this would almost be interesting if it wasn't borderline everything he had expected. He wondered if she was trying to read him the same way he read her right now. Except, she was looking for what he didn't like in her, and he was just digging for a minor personality trait. It almost seemed like she was trying to impress him with everything she said about doing things, but saying that out loud to impress only proved how much of a prude she really was. If you felt you had to prove it, it was worthless.
He finished his beer and sat the empty bottle down on the table between them. Laying back to rest against the sofa he closed his eyes for a moment. It would be nice to relax around now, but she was still there.
"Why don't you take the rest of the day off?" he suggested, eyes still closed. Her shift was almost over anyway.

She sighed out, pfft she hadn't meant to say that out loud....who would want to know about being covered in your own parent's blood? True he didn't know whose blood it was....nor did he know that her parents had been murdered...or well he probably did. Her head was spinning and she knew she would be staggering out the door....so much for doing a good job right? "Yes sir." She said with some teasing before she got up and stumbled a little bit before making her way towards the door.

He opened his eyes and looked at her with one eyebrow raised.
"You had two beers," he said, commenting on her stumbling. "How the hell are you already drunk?" He should probably have picked up on it quicker, she had acted a bit tipsy. Perhaps it was due to his own dulled mind that he hadn't realized before. Either she hadn't eaten anything all day, which he wouldn't doubt seeing how skinny she was, or she was a serious lightweight. The prospect of the second one amused him.

She stuck her tongue out at him as she glanced over at him, "I thought I said I couldn't hold my drinks all that well." She said as she scrunched up her face as if in serious thought. She shrugged and turned to go again but almost tripped and had to grip the chair in order to catch her balance, "Oopsie."

Ahh, for fuck's sake.
"You're not driving like that," he told her, getting up to block the door for her. Killing criminals he didn't care about, but killing innocents on the road wasn't anything he was rather fond of. He made a mental note of giving her light beer next time. Why had she been stupid enough to take two regulars?
He nodded towards the sofa he'd been sitting on. "You can sleep on the couch for tonight," he said, hoping he wouldn't come to regret that. "I'm going to bed."
He hoped she wasn't stupid enough to still try to leave, or he'd have to page McCoppin to take care of her. He walked towards the door of his bedroom, longing for that soft, king-size bed. The mere thought of it had him half asleep.

[OOC: Sorry, but I'm going to bed xDD It's 4am and my dog keeps nagging me, because she always sleeps with me in my bed xDD It was really fun roleplaying, and I'll be replying to this again first thing in the morning!! 'Night! ^^]

(gosh I just had a funny idea...buut ok <333333 BYYYEEEE HUUN!!! And it was fun <333333)
She stared at him with confusion, "Oh I'm fine." She said, her words slurring just slightly as she waved her hand dismissively. However when he mentioned her sleeping on the couch she pouted, "Ok fine...killjoy." She added under her breath before she made to go to the couch.

Having her always be so responsible and careful, it was weird and hard to understand when she acted like this drunk.
He shrugged slightly to himself and took his top off on his way to the bedroom, revealing his chest, before he looked back at her. It seemed like she was going to listen to him even when drunk, and that was good at least.
With that he turned, walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

She had turned to watch him leave and had almost cried when he took off his shirt, but she turned her head away and focused on something else.  Once his door was closed she sighed and made her way towards the couch, she was feeling hot so she decided to take off her clothes.  She took off her holster first and set it on the table before putting her other weapons next to it and then took off the stifling body armor she had to wear before she unbuttoned her crisp button up white shirt which she neatly folded and set on the ground, her upper body was toned and showed signs of regular workout and she was also wearing a black lacey bra.  She left the bra on as she took off her boots and then slipped out of her jeans, revealing that she was wearing matching black panties.  She released her hair from its ponytail and smiled as it fell around her shoulders.  Sighing she slipped back on the couch and lay back down but she couldn't sleep....she wanted to do something daring but Joseph thought she was boring...it was so unfair. Frowning she thought about what she could do to get his attention....a wide smile lit up her face and before the rational part of her brain could tell her otherwise she was off the couch and heading towards his room.

Korso had gotten his clothes off. He was just removing his jeans when he heard footsteps outside of the door. Sighing he figured it wasn't his fault if she went drunk driving. He wasn't too worried either. Most likely she'd crash the car before even leaving the parking lot. Not his problem.
He took the jeans from the floor and hung them over the back of a chair before he reached for the lamp on his nightstand, turning off the light as he sat back down on the bed in nothing but his underwear.
He was starting to feel the full effects of the beers he'd had, but luckily he hadn't had enough to feel anything the morning after. Now he just had to worry about getting a good night's sleep.

Gathering up her courage Aurora pushed his door open and leaned against the door way in a position that would show off her body in the best way. "Is it all right if I join you?" She asked her words slurring just slightly before she pushed herself off the door frame and then stepped forward only to stumble a little bit as she neared the bed.

Wasn't the couch soft enough for the princess? he thought kind of annoyed, but when he turned the light back on and turned around to see her only in her underwear, standing in such a pose, he knew exactly what she wanted. And he wasn't going to say no to a quick, nice fuck.
However, he had to laugh when she stumbled. Most people would probably feel bad for taking advantage of a drunk girl, but it was her own fault. And it wasn't like she didn't want it. A nice fuck was probably just what she needed anyway to loosen up a bit.
He stood up, revealing his full body with the exception of his groin, covered by his boxer, waiting for her to come closer, grinning invitingly at her. "So alcohol makes you fun and horny, huh? Remind me to get you drunk more often," he said teasing her.

She straightened and smiled charmingly at him as she slipped on the bed, her long blonde hair falling down to frame her face. "Remind me to drink more often." She purred in a sexy like way before she joined him and lay down on her side exposing her body to him.

He crawled back onto the bed and laid a hand on her naked waist, pulling her close so their naked bodies were touching. He figured he didn't have to say anything from this point on, they were both clear on their intentions here.
He wasted no time, kissing her fiercly and letting his hand run down her body to pull her leg around his hips, caressing her leg teasingly. She had wanted it, no going back now.

Aurora gasped into his mouth when he drew her up against him and kissed him back as she moved to straddle him. Her hands moved to slide through his hair as she kept kissing him, her lower body pressed against his hard on eagerly.

He moved his hands around her back to remove her bra with one swift movement. As soon as it was off, he lifted his head to suck on her nipples, teasing her and growing his own expectations further.
He used his other hand to reach up and grab her other breast, squeezing it tight. Okay, he could definitively see what Dean liked about her now... her body was pretty perfect, and her soft skin against his hard chest only made him ache to enter her even more.

She moaned eagerly as he started to suck one breast and started to squeeze her other breast with his hand. She tilted her head back allowing him more access as she slid one hand down his bare chest and smiled at the firmness of it. Her drunk mind got even more excited as she enjoyed the things he was doing to her.

Usually he'd be more for forplay, but it had been a while, they were both drunk, and he just didn't have the patience for it.
He let go of her breast to reach out for the nightstand, opened a drawer and pulled out a condom. He then took a hold of her, turned her around so he was on top of her and pulled her panties down. As soon as they were off he ran his fingers up her leg again until they reached her opening. He let a finger enter her, followed by another. He slid them in and out trying to get her ready for him.