Lee was first to shower, first to use the hot water. He hogged it, like he owned the place. But when he came out he looked refreshed. Monroe was next, though he didn’t seem too pleased with it’s conditions. It sufficed. It was barley sunset, and Lee and Monroe stood around like fools. “What am I supposed to do next?” Lee asked. Dante laughed. “You get lost easily without a sense of direction huh? Or maybe you just haven’t laid back in a while.” Lee shrugged, he was tired and didn’t care. “Your room is ready, you can go up at any time.” Micheal said, eager to get rid of him. Lee took up the offer, dragging himself up the stairs. “Listen up lover boy, If I hear one sound, one creak of the floor board, your out” Micheal said to him before he disappeared. “that goes for you too” “Me? You so graciously took us in, and you don’t even know our names.” He smiled at their stupidity. “Oh, what are they?” Dante asked. Monroe disputed whether or not to tell him the real name, or a fake one. “I’m Monroe”. “And the smaller one?” “That’s Lee” he said. The three stayed up, mostly Dante cooled down Micheal And Monroe several times. They got in each others faces, Micheal threatening Monroe with a fork. They had beer, lot’s of it. And before long Micheal was snoring, out cold. Monroe could barley stand, and Dante was… almost untouched. He only spoke with slurred speech. He helped Micheal to his room, came back down and took the bottle away from Monroe. “Y-you gots enough beeerrr” he said, taking a swing himself. Monroe managed to rise from his chair, plopping down on the couch. “d-d-don’t pass out there, Micheal haves a fit” he said, finishing what was left of the bottle. Monroe tried to stand once more, failing and falling on his butt. He laughed getting up, staggering to the stairs. He tripped over his own foot, chin hitting the floor with a thud. “Oops” He laughed. “Get your ass up and help me” He said Dante helped him to his room, not going past the doorway. Monroe turned and said drunkenly, “Good night my good sir” He laughed, so did Dante. Then he couldn’t, he couldn’t breath. Dante was kissing him! And he pushed Monroe to the other side of the room. His hand under Monroe’s shirt, ripping buttons as he pulled it up. Monroe realized Dante was drunk, and so was he. But he still responded back with more kisses, tugs of hair, hands in other places. He gave Dante little bites here and there, and Dante responded with grabs and little licks. Soon Monroe had Dante’s shirt off. And Monroe felt the warmth of Dante’s skin against his. He shivered a little, and then Dante shut the door. He kissed Monroe ferociously, and Monroe couldn’t get enough. Then the empty bed wasn’t empty, or it’s sheets straight and spread out across it, and little sounds of love escaped their mouths. Heavy breaths in bitten ears. Names being whispered. Dante ran his finger down Monroe’s chest, leaving his skin hot where he traced it. Monroe occasionally coming up for a breath or two before being smothered by more declarations of love from Dante’s mouth. And much to the liking of Monroe, Micheal didn’t wake up.