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I mulled over the idea of him for a few days, wondering if there was more. I had to admit I was kind of curious. Saturday night rolled around, and I was spending the night in. I wrote freelance for a couple of small papers in the area, and I thought I'd see if I could come up with a few pieces that could get picked up. I could hear the guys practicing upstairs. Well I assumed they were practicing, as I heard music every few minutes punctuated by the sounds of them yelling at each other. I was lost in my head, when all of the sudden there was a loud bang outside and all of the power went out. "Fucking brilliant" I muttered to myself. I fumbled in the dark to the window, and when I looked outside I realized that a huge chunk of the city was dark. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I almost launched myself over the coffee table as I tried to get back to my couch. I knew damn well that my dumb ass didn't own a flashlight, so I was out of luck there. I sat on the couch for about 20 minutes contemplating my new dark existence before someone started knocking on my door. "Emilyyyy" came a voice from the hall, as I made my way to the door, where i could see a slit of light coming from the crack underneath. When I opened it I found Mike standing there with a flashlight and a big smile on his face. "Don't sit alone in the dark, come upstairs! We have alcohol!" He didn't need to ask me twice. I closed the door behind me, and he helped me up the stairs with the flashlight. We went into the open door of Jeff and Stone's apartment on the first floor. "Hey girl!" Jeff exclaimed, handing me a glass that contained a ridiculously strong jack and coke. The room was lit up with a few candles, and I looked around for a place to sit. Of course the only seat left was on the couch right beside Stone, Jeff undoubtedly knowing what he was doing when he flopped down on the other end, leaving only the spot between them. It might have been kind of romantic if Stone had even bothered to acknowledge my existence. Instead he was focused on Mike, who was now sitting in the middle of the floor playing pretty terrible drunken covers of Def Leppard songs while Jeff and Eddie laughed their asses off. He was getting so into it that eventually even Stone had to laugh.

What had started out as a shitty night had ended up turning into an awesome one. We were all pretty roasted by the end of it. Everybody was either passed out or close to it, including Mike, who was sound asleep on the floor, spooning his guitar with a small smile on his face. I decided that I had better go back downstairs to my place and try to get some sleep. Stone opened his eyes when I stood up from the couch. "I'll walk you down." He said, grabbing a flashlight. "I can probably make it." I replied, as he rolled his eyes and pulled me by the arm towards the door. I ended up having to hang onto his arm on the way down the stairs, the drinks I had making it even harder to navigate through the darkness. When we got to my door, I turned around to tell him goodnight as I walked into my apartment. All of the sudden he was on me. I gasped in shock while my arms somehow made their way around his neck. He dropped the flashlight on the floor and kicked my door shut before pushing me up against the wall. Whatever else Stone was, he was definitely attractive, and I decided to just let any misgivings go and enjoy this. I dragged him down the hall to my bedroom. We made it to my bed, ripping our clothes off on the way. Both of us were way too wasted to even consider any kind of foreplay. He moved me down onto the bed, using his knee to ease my legs apart. He looked me right in the eyes and said "Tell me you want me". I looked up at him, eyes wide. "I want to know that it's me you want to fuck right now and nobody else." He was too fucking much, but I didn't want to stop now. "Fuck me Stone."