I Get It

Trying to Forget

         Mark sat at the bar of some club he couldn't remember the name of. The music pounded behind him as he pounded some fruity drink that was on the specials menu. He then felt a hand on his back, and felt hot breath on his left ear as someone whispered.
        "What's a big, strong guy like you doing here alone." He looked to the female that stood beside him. She was practically faceless, he had grown to notice that he never cared about their face anymore.
          But green hair framed her blue eyes. She reminded him of someone, but he didn't know who.
        "I'm looking for a pretty girl, seems like a pretty girl was looking for me too." He slurred out. It didn't really classify as a smooth pick up line, but she smiled, her teeth white and shiny. 'Who cares,' his mind says 'Only one thing matters.' Mark looked over the girls body, flat chested.
           Mark noticed that he was starting to want his girls flatter and flatter. He had also been thinking of trying anal. None the less, it's not like it bothered him. Wait, no, it did. Yeah, it bothered him, a bit. Oh whatever. Mark's internal battle only lasted a few seconds, as he was snapped out of it by the girl beginning to kiss his neck. Shivers went down his spine.
           "Why don't we go to your place?~" she whispers, chuckling into his ear.
            "Y-yeah, good idea." He smiles.
                    
                         |Time Skip|

            Mark and the girl locked lips as they struggled to get their clothes off. After they did so, Mark softly pushed her down onto the bed. Meeting her down there to collide lips. They moved up further onto the bed. Mark then positioned himself. And dipped in and out of here as she moaned in pleasure. Mark groaned a bit, but noticed he hadn't closed his window. He looked over and saw Jack shaking his head at him, and walking out of view. After a few more minutes Mark heard a doorbell ring from downstairs. He quickly stopped, the girl looking confused.
           "Who the fuck could that be?" She sounded quite annoyed.
            "I-I don't know. Give me a second please." He got up, slipping pants on. He made his way down into the cafe, finding a figure at the glass door with their arms crossed. Mark couldn't believe this. He walks to the door, unlocking it.
             "What in the hell do you want Jack?"