Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

me.
    “Yeppers,” she giggled.
    “How drunk are you?” I asked as I looked over at Trip, where he was slouched on the sofa silently laughing. I covered the mouthpiece on the phone and whispered, “Gonna go pick the girls up. Be ready when I get back. Thinking I’ll need some help.” He nodded, holding his stomach still laughing.
    My attention was drawn back to the phone when Scarlett yelled, “Teeny! How drink are we?”
    Chuckling, I ran a hand down my face. “Ah shit, where are you, babe?”
    Scarlett yelled again, “Bob! Where are me?” Bingo! She had to be at Bob’s Bar. In a concerned whisper, she told me “Um, we went to drunk, Mace.”
    I bit down on the inside of my mouth to curb the laughter bubbling up my throat. But it proved pointless after she said loudly, “You’re so pretty.”
    Walking out to my truck, I could hear who I could only assume was Teeny, singing very badly in the background, “I’m a gonna go to studs-r-us, and buys myself a Mace. Noooo, not a Mace a Trip. Oh, where do all the hot guys live? At studs-r-us, yeah! OH HEY, studs-r-us…”
    Scarlett’s voice cut into her song telling me, “I wanna lick your face, Mace—Ha! I made a funny, face-Mace, face-Mace. I rhymb-rhyms-I rhymed.”
    Pulling my keys out, I started the engine and took off towards Bob’s. “You want to lick my face?” I asked her with amusement.
    “No! Why would I do that?”
    I coughed to hide my laughter and asked, “Babe, I’m almost there to get you. Can you and Teeny stay inside for me?”
    This was initially met with a moment’s silence, then Scarlett yelling, “You make my vagina all melty—wait no!—You make my belly all melty. My vagina’s hot!”
    I chuckled through my words, “It sure is, babe, but I’m not sure I want the entire bar knowing that.”
    This girl is a fucking riot!
    Scarlett sobered, and ever so seriously told me, “Oh, but they can't see it. Do you wanna see my vagina?”
    Hearing her talk about her sweet pussy made me groan. “Babe, I'm pulling in to the bar’s parking lot now. Where are you?” I asked, jumping down from my truck and locking it.
    “Teeny needed to pee,” she whisper-yelled down the phone.
    “I’m hanging up the phone, babe. See you in a second.”
    “Mm-kay,” she hiccupped down the phone.
    Hanging up and slipping my cell into my back pocket, I pushed my way through the crowded bar. I headed toward the restrooms, when all of a sudden, I was knocked back a step by Scarlett jumping on my front and wrapping her jean-clad legs around my waist. My hands automatically went to her ass to hold her up. Scarlett was beyond drunk, but I couldn’t help be relieved that she was in my arms, plus she was a fucking hilarious happy drunk, not a crier or drama queen. She started sucking on my neck and grinding herself against my crotch.
    “Ahh, Scar, babe, you need to not do that right now.” Shit, she was whimpering and squirming and her breathing had picked up. My dick wasn’t obeying my brain. Scar was way too drunk for this. I slid her down my body, holding her arms to steady her.
    “Ready to go home, babe?”
    “Yes prease, pwease, please,” she answered, apparently confused by the slur in her voice. “Oh, Teen’s staying at my place,” she hiccupped, her voice filled with drunken excitement.
    I looked up as the restroom door swung open, and the second drunk in question stumbled out of the bathroom shoving her panties into her monstrous bag. Shaking my head, I dragged both girls out to my truck while they stumbled on their feet and dodged what they swore were talking trees.
    “You’re so cute and sexy and big, and you give great head.” Scarlett looked up at me as I buckled her into the back cab beside Teeny. I chuckled lightly and planted a kiss on her forehead. I closed the door and took a second to shoot out a quick text message letting Trip know we were on the way home. I jumped in and started the engine. I was then treated to the funniest drunk conversation I’d ever heard.
    “Mace gives great head, Teen. He does this thing with his tongue.” Scarlett swung around trying to point to her tongue, but her finger landed on her nose instead. “My nose! It’s gone! I can’t feel my nose, Teeny! I can’t feel my nose. Where is it?” she repeated, getting hysterical.
    Shaking my head, I smirked.
    “Maybe it’s in my purse? Here hold this,” Teeny excitedly replied.
    “Teen,” she whispered, suddenly distracted from her numb