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The party was great lots of fun, drinking, dancing, and singing. At least for you, someone who can barely hold down drinks without getting flat-out drunk. The other guys around you knew that too. But, Tyler? Tyler had his eyes on you the whole night and at some point he decided it was time you went home. Drunk and falling over and to him, you lost full credibility to be out alone. But, what did it matter? It's not like he cared for you. No, of course not, it was just annoying the fact everyone thought they had the right to take advantage of you. You blinked and you were in a car, Tyler's car. It was confusing at first. Your head pounding and the intoxicating smell of alcohol and cigarettes flowing in and out of the window. "There's a water bottle next to you. You really need to start paying attention to how much you drink." He sounded like he was scolding some child. His hand reached over to flick the cigarette out the car. "You're going to my place. I'm not too s
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