He tried again a few times, slapping the straw against the corner of her mouth. She wouldn't have it. Laius rolled his eyes and took a sip of it himself, parting his lips to show the liquid drowning his tongue before he swallowed and presented his lonely muscle to her. "It's fine. In fact, it's fucking awesome." he said. He decided to shave a  glob of cum off her jaw to let it sit in the drink too, like he'd just sweetened it for her. "Here." he said, sternly. The cubes moved in the water from his annoyed gesture, but other than that, he seemed collected.<br/><br/>"And you don't wanna go home. You wanna be with me, right?" he suggested, like he actually though that was her real train of thought. He got comfortable by her legs, and then entertained himself by pushing her skirt up further. "I told you, you can go ahead and blabber all you want about me once I let you go." he shrugged and then gasped at revealing her sex. It had been keener on him than she had been. He took another sip of the vodka and then placed his free hand there, to warm her cunt. "Have the fucking drink, Latrice." he encouraged darkly. "I think I'll be a better host if you started trying being a reasonable guest." A finger slowly meander its way into her again, carefully exploring her, like her body was his game while he waited for her to respond.<br/><br/>"Hey, do you want a shower?" he asked casually. His eyebrows raised to make the offer more appealing. "Maybe you would be in a better mood when you're all cleaned up?"