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"Sohot stuff," his words slurred together, "you wanna get outa 'ere?" He tried to wink at her, but he was so drunk he just blinked instead.
Artemis glowered at him, "No, I'm not interested."
She could get rid of this asshole easily, but she had promised Zee she wouldn't make a scene and get them kicked out like last time. Artemis shot desperate glances at Zee, while the drunk dickhead continued to try and hit on her. His head slumped, his eyes were half open but staring at her cleavage, and it was really messed up that she could think of so many different ways to kill him right there.
The dickwad put his hand on her knee and started to creep it upwards, and she was about to smack him so hard. Then, an arm slung around her shoulders, and she saw a mess of red hair as another guy sat down right next to her.
"Beautiful, where have you been?" He asked, an easy smile on his face. He pulled his face near her ear with the pretense of pressing a kiss to her cheek, and whispered,
"This guy looked like he was bothering you, just play along if you need to."
He pulled back, staring expectantly at her face. Artemis thought about it for a split second before realizing this was the best option available. Besides, this one? He was cute.
"Sorry babe, I got caught up." She replied, inching closer to him when the dickwad didn't seem to be giving up. His hand was still creeping closer, and Artemis really didn't like where this was going. Her eyes opened wide, and she reached both hands for the gingers face, quickly closing the distance between their mouths. He barely seemed to react, playing along like they really were together, and had done this a million times. His lips were thin, and slightly chapped, but much warmer than Artemis's own. His arm, already around her shoulders, tightened and his fingers moved to the back of her neck. His other hand picked up the weirdo's hand off her leg and threw it back at him. He placed that same hand at a respectable place on the same knee. In response, she one of her hands up through his hair, twisting the ridiculously red locks between her fingers. Her other hand remained on his jaw, tilting his face and directing the kiss. He made a noise in the back of his throat, and Artemis decided that yeah this guy was at least worth continuing to make out with. She didn't know how long they'd been kissing for, but the creep from earlier was definitely long gone, and to be honest, so was her dignity. Somehow she'd ended up sitting more on this guys lap than her original chair, and she did not mind one bit.
Some girl whooped directly behind them, and they broke apart with a small start.
"So, I'm Wally." The redhead ruffled his hair, messing it up even more, and leaned away from Artemis. She laughed, loud and abrupt, almost startling herself.
"I'm Artemis." She replied, a smile on her face.