It was like he was still drinking. The scent of alcohol filled his nostrils, and his lips parted recieving... [i]Was this a tounge? [/i] Samuel didnt know quite how to respond. He just returned the sign as best he could, and tried to keep you from falling on him, by holding your hips. Ine step at a time, he backed up towards the bed. E couldnt explain why, but he felt something come over him momentarily. His hands played at the edge of your shirt for a few long moments, and even dared to pull it up before leaning back towards the bed.

[b][i]What the hell am I doing?!?![-i][/b] He thought to himself suddenly, before looking down at you, whom ge had pulled into his bed, seated shirtless between his thighs. [b][i]Not like this. [/i][/b] He thought to himself. Yet still he found his hands acting without permission from his brain, carressing the female in his grasp in an erotic fashion. [b][i]No! NOT WHEN SHE IS DRUNK! Bad hands! [/i][/b] and that was it. His hand stopped at one of your femenine curves, and Samuel inched back on the bed.

"Well, uhh... Good night." He said before inching back the rest of the way to the head rest. [b][i]Oh god this is going to be an either really fun, or really awkward mission.[/i][/b] Samuel thought to himself, before finally lifting the covers to go to sleep.