"Ugh, not again, I hate hangovers," moaned Brynn waking up in a bed that was not her own.  She was searching for her clothes and finally found her phone and dialed Abby's number.

            "Hello," said Abby waking in Rusty's bed while he was brushing his teeth.

            "Where are you? I don't know where I am!  You have to find me!" screamed Brynn very frantically.

            "Wait, calm down.  What do you mean you don't know where you are?"

"I mean I don't know where I am!  I can't remember anything," just then Brynn was struck with a somewhat scary realization. 

"What is it?"

"Oh my God," said Brynn in total shock. 

"What? Tell me!"

Brynn lifted the covers that were once next to her and saw a naked Mick.  His Betty tattoo glistened on his sweaty arm, and Brynn's eyes were drawn to it. She was completely lost both for words and serious thought.  She was so, so enthralled, and yet so repulsed at the same time.  Under normal circumstances, Brynn would've smacked Mick even more senseless than he normally was if he even offered her a ride home.  She did smack him senseless, but in a good way. 

Mick rolled over in bed and rubbed the heel of his hands into his eyes, waking himself up.

"Oh, you're still here," he said smiling as he pulled Brynn on top of him.

"Brynn is that - " Abby was cut off by the turning off of Brynn's cell phone.  Brynn decided that last night she was glad she ended her own dry spell as well as Micks and wanted it to really pour.

"I take it Brynn and Mick are having fun," said Rusty coming out of the bathroom and laid down next to Abby.

"Want to make them jealous?" asked Abby.

"Now how could we do that?" asked Rusty with a mischievous grin.

"I don't know, I guess it all depends on what Brynn and Mick are - " Abby stopped when it sunk in that Brynn, her best friend, had just slept with a guy they had thought to be the most vile creature since they were in kindergarten.  She of course flipped out and jumped off the bed.  "Oh my God!  Brynn and Mick!  Oh my God!  How did that happen!?!"

"Well babe, you were a little, uh, ready for action, and they were sort-of trashed and thinking each other were fine," explained Rusty.

"What?  They always said the other was, was, yucky!" babbled Abby.

"Anton and him have always been best friends. He didn't want the fact that he had been in love with her since forever to ruin that."

"That's really sweet and all, but ewww!  Its Mick!"

"Just get over her and start making out with me already," demanded Rusty, but in a nice way.

"Okay," Abby giggled and did as she was told and little bit more.

            A few minutes later, after a decent time to make out, Rusty and Abby were back in bed.  Surprising, because they were already naked from the night before and they normally didn't do it on a bed.

            "Rusty, uh Rusty," Abby moaned as her boyfriend sucked on her neck.  She whimpered when he broke the contact his mouth had with her skin to point out the large purple mark on her.

            "I just branded you," he stated in a cowboy voice.  "I had to, you're my best heifer, lil lady."

            Abby got out from under Rusty and leaned against the headboard, her arms crossed over her chest.  "Don't call me a cow!"

            "I'm sorry, baby.  I thought you liked it when we role played."

            "Yeah, I do, but not when you're being mean to me," she pouted.

            "Why do you have to pout like that?  You look so sexy when you pout," Rusty whispered biting Abbys lower lip and climbing back on top of her.

            "The same reason you have to grind your hips like that," she breathed out.

            "Guess it's just to be dirty," he grunted.

"Hmm, hmm," she moaned as Rusty's rhythm got faster.

            "Oh God, Abby, I love you so much right now."

            "Uh huh, just keep going," she pleaded.

            "I can't...last...much...longer," he slowly got out with each of his thrusts.

            "I love you, Abby got out as Rusty collapsed on top of her." 

"Rusty?"

            "Yeah baby?" Rusty asked as he lightly kissed Abby on her jaw line.

            "Roll over."

            "What?"

            "Roll over!"

            Rusty did as he was told and got off of Abby and onto his back.  He had a slight idea of what Abby might do, but he had no idea that she could be so forceful.  The thought of that started to turn him on; after all, he was a young man with a gorgeous girlfriend.  How could that not make him happy?

            Abby straddled him and got a fast pace going, that excited Rusty, even though he thought he was spent.  "Abby, how can you always get me worked up like that?"

            She laughed.  "I guess I know you inside and out."

            He moaned.  "Or at least my outsides really well."