[b]"I'm not out of your league."[/b]

That was all Caleb needed to hear to secure the idea that Lola was attracted to him, and with these findings he was satisfied. He waved down the bartender and asked for the check. "I'm ready to head out," he said gruffly as he counted out money from a stack of bills and left them on top of his receipt. 

"Let's go."

Caleb was probably too inebriated to drive, but he was able to navigate his way back to the apartment without driving any differently than he did sober. He remained silent, pondering on whether or not he should act on what he was feeling at the moment. On one hand, she showed interested, she was attractive, and she [i]was[/i] already staying in his apartment. But, if he did make a move and things got heated, what if she became clingy? Or wanted him to be her boyfriend? He didn't know her that well, but she didn't seem liked the type. Still, he had to be cautious. A situation like this was bound to get messy.

Once they entered the apartment and Caleb locked the door from in the inside, he leaned against the wall for a moment and eyed the girl in front of him. It was probably all the whiskey he drank, but she seemed so irresistible at the moment, and he couldn't take it anymore.

He walked up behind her and swiveled her around to face her, and putting his fingers on her chin, he lifted her head up towards him. After a brief moment of eye contact, he leaned down and pressed his lips into hers. It wasn't anything polite, but he made sure not to be too aggressive due to the nature of her past. If she got scared from his actions, he would feel awful.

After a few moments, he pulled away and looked down at her, smirking. "Sorry," he whispered, but the tone he spoke in did not have an ounce of remorse in it.