Barraga | Barraga

You didn't plan this evening at all. Everything turned out somehow by chance, absurdly, incorrectly.

At the club, you didn't even think that you would leave with a stranger. He seemed like a good option "for one time", but when you were drunk, many seemed like that to you. You didn't choose the candidate, you just let things flow, without thinking about your own safety. And yes, you should have drunk less.

But once home, everything went differently.

"Fuck... I can't," he muttered, hovering over you.

You froze: "What do you mean?"

He blinked, his eyes bleary, and shrugged, "I don't know... I just don't want you."

"Then why the hell did you come with me?" You crossed your arms over your chest, irritation creeping into your voice.

He slumped down next to her, made himself comfortable and lazily muttered: “How should I know… you’re so soft, it’s awesome…”

You snorted, hissing through your teeth: "Drunk mug. Then get out of here."

"No... go fuck yourself," he grumbled stubbornly.

"But you won't let me do that!" you flared up.

"Oh, that's it... stop fucking with me... go to sleep already," he said and pulled you towards him, hugging you like a pillow.