Chapter 3-3

Damn you, Drunk Marley! Sober Marley blushed. "As if Drunk Aiden would be taking us to church and singing with the choir." "Never said he would be." Her boyfriend poured the champagne in their glasses, shaking his head in amusement. "We're very similar when we're drunk, you know. No inhibitions. No filter. Ridiculous jokes and one-liners. We'd be a match made in hell. No chance you'd wake up the next morning a virgin, and that would be the least of our problems." Marley shuddered at the idea of the end result of Drunk Marley and Aiden on the loose - especially now knowing that they share similar qualities. Aiden's right, them having sex would be the least of their problems. "We wouldn't wake up in this state. Drunk Marley liked the DNR club dance floor way too much, so we'd likely wake up in Vegas." "Married and naked," Aiden chuckled, before pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Though it might be in a jail cell rather than a fancy hotel." Marley slid her fingers through his da