9.

John was sitting in a  brothel he felt extremely uncomfortable being there. Theon took one of the many whores up to a room. He needed to drink away his thoughts of her, to forget how much he wanted her.and the fact that he could never have her.

He let out a irritated sigh of annoyance and drained all of his ale even in his drunken state
images of her ran threw his mind her wavy locks her smile her laugh her soft touch even her sweet rose smell how sweet and innocent she was.. He downed another pint of ale

"Something has you vexed, Lord Snow"

Whatever it is I'm sure I can make you forget or who ever it is said a whore sitting on his lap

Perhaps a woman she said kissing his earlobe
John closed his eyes and stiffened , Maybe if he bed this woman he would forget his feelings about her he opened his eyes again and looked at the woman, She looked nothing like her with her tousled blond locks, pouty red lips and bosom spilling out of her dress.

Come with me She pulled him up and he followed the woman up a set of stairs at the back of the pub and into a small room with only a bed and a bureau set inside. Once they were inside, the woman set about trying to remove John's clothes.

Shhh it's ok she whispered and then she kissed him, His body went rigid John began to feel ill. Nothing about being in this room felt right. He pushed her away and wiped his mouth off

"What's the matter, My lord?" She purred seductively

Am I not to your liking? the woman slipped out of her dress and walked towards him..

N n no you're fine he stuttered with his heart racing in panic she grabbed his crotch and rubbing as she latched onto his neck with her teeth.

He grabbed onto her arms tightly and pushed her away from him and rushed out of there. He went back down and proceeded to drink himself into a stupor.

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Evangeline had cried herself to sleep she didn't even eat dinner she was to heart broken to eat.

A knock at her door had woke the sleeping girl up
followed by more aggressive knocking

Ghost got off the bed and she sat up and there was a thud against her door she jumped and the wolf started to whimper and clawing at the door

She got off the bed and grab her brush and walk towards the door opening it and John's limp body fell backwards ghost was licking his face

The girl stared down at him sadly he was drunk he smelled of alcohol , He let out a groan

"You're drunk out of your mind," She mumbled as she dragged him in her room and walked over to shut the door turning around she dragged him next to her bed and then she managed to get him on the bed.. She sat down out of breath he was heavy ghost laid next to his owner

E e evie , He slurred her name sitting up right she looked at him

It's me I'm right here John  she told him in a soft tone touching his face he relaxed in her touch and he moved her hand down to his lips and kissed her palm and pulled her hand away from him

It's all your fault!! He slurs tucking a peace of hair behind her ear , All of it!!

Evangeline's brows furrowed confusedly "What is my fault, John?"

You..  I  .. made.. he stopped talking his eyes stopped on her chest

"I don't understand she told him he looked at her face

I was fine until you. My whole life was set before me ,, Why did you have t to c a here - you make me f ... f..eel about y.. ou he slurred eyes dropping on their own and his words blurring together. She didn't understand him fully but she understood enough

So pretty my pre - pretty princess , He moved her hair that was on her shoulder. Letting One finger run down her cheek and down to her neck.. She shivered

You smell so sweet li like a ro rose he inhaler closing his eyes for a minute but then they shot back open..

I .. I .. I he stuttered out his thumb caress her cheek, and she could feel her cheeks heating up even more. He was about to kiss her lips but turned so his lips landed on her cheek instead of her lips.

John passed out with his head in her lap she looked down at his motionless form. She didn't want her first kiss with John to be a drunken and forgotten one , She brushed a few stray curls away from his face.

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