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"Like I got hit by a bus," I groan softly. "Some part of me is bruised and it hates me. . ." I look at you with one of those half smiles. "I'm fine," I joke.
 
Glad you're in better spirits, I take a chance to pat myself on the back. "So...." I lean in and kiss you, "sounds like you had some pretty good cock last night?" I wink.
 
I kiss you back and giggle softly. "Yes, I did, and I enjoyed it," I say with a wink of my own. I pull the covers back so I could get out of bed.
 
"Holy shit, baby!" I point at your thigh where there is a deep purple bruise. You turn around and there is another mark on your flank, above your hip. I don't point out the small hickey on your neck above your collarbone.
 
I look over my body and shrug. "Eh, they're bruises. They'll heal. Now. . ." I get to my back pack and kneel down, wincing and pull out the sundress you had gotten me at Maurices, figuring the silk would be the gentlest on my skin. "Can you zip me up, baby?" I ask, pulling my hair to the side so it wouldn't get caught.
 
I watch you walk gingerly into the bathroom to put on your makeup. I watch you look in the mirror and know you notice the hickey I gave you. "Oh good," I think to myself. "She won't like this."
 
"Baby? Can you ease up on the hickeys?" I ask calmly, applying some concealer to it so it didn't look as bad. I continue to put on my make up in the bathroom before coming out and slipping on some flats, wincing.
 
"That's an understatement," I giggle with a shy smile. I get up and put my arms around you. "What time do you go into work tonight?" I ask.
 
"Well I dont," I say, patting your hip, not thinking and causing you to wince and gasp. "Oh! Baby, I'm sorry!"
 
"Yeah, I kinda want to just hang out there for a little while," I kiss your forehead. "Want to meet me there after school and we can do happy hour and maybe catch a movie after?"
 
"Sounds good," I say. I kiss you again. "I'll be back," I tell you, tapping your nose and heading over to the university, where sitting was a real pain. Luckily no one inquired why some movements caused me to wince or anything.

School done for the day, I walk over to the bar, smiling and looking around for you.
 
I'm sitting in a booth near the row of televisions in the back. You see Scott wiping down the bar and a couple other people sitting nearby.
 
I see you in the back and I come over to you with a smile. "Hey, how are you?" I ask with a kiss to your cheek as I sit down gingerly.
 
"Just some wine," I say as Riley approaches.

She places a beer in front of me and hands you a white wine. "Okay," she says reaching for a plate from her tray. You notice I get a funny look on my face. "We got some nachos," she says and places them in front of me when she reaches for a second plate she puts in front of you. Sausage bites. "And here is some weiner for your mouth." She leaves quickly before we can react.

"I did not order that," I say, disclaiming any responsibility.
 
I give you a look. "Well, she's going to expect us to react differently, probably with you firing her. Leave her be, and I'm going to eat," I declare, taking a bite of the sausage. "Hmm. . . bratwurst?" I ask innocently with a smile. I kiss your nose. "I'll take care of the tab," I say. I sip my wine. "Very good choice, my love."
 
"She's definitely not concerned about her job," I agree. "How was your day?" I say noticeably trying to signal Scott at the bar, but trying to look like I'm not.
 
"Good," I say. "I got my abnormal midterm back, got a 91 on it, but sociology was a drag." I continue eating and sipping my wine.
 
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