Crimson Vision: One Drunk Knight

The nice thing about a college town, there’s always some one at the bars while classes are in session. And there’s always someone staying late. Especially when there’s a "billionaire English playboy” buying all the drinks. Sebastian was dressed subtly in jeans and a nice untucked button up, but he played the part well.

He was constantly assaulted with, “Are you reeealy Britesh?” “Say something British to me.” “What does ‘bloody’ really mean?” and a variety of other ridiculous requests from coeds of various shapes and sizes. Sebastian took all of this in stride, feeding drink after drink into them, seasoning each one in his favorite flavor….drunk.

Sebastian played them off each other, nuzzling up close to one and nipping at her neck, drawing just enough blood to keep his beast down, then turning to another and doing the same. As their jealousy grew, they grew bolder, slowly starting to out doing each other, until he had “disappeared" with each one in turn, returning flushed with passion.

3 AM, and they had closed out the bar. Sebastian growled when the bartender told the group last call, he was still hungry. Some sweet nothings and the promise of more to come, and he was out the door blonde on one arm, brunette on the other. Sebastian smiled like a wolf among the sheep, “Don’t worry ladies, the night is just beginning."