<strong>Chester</strong><br/><br/>He nodded as she gave him the quick and dirty summary of the roster he had before him tonight. Hell, he didn’t need too many details, right? This was a paying gig, and he was paid. The time after was just icing. His heart skipped a beat when she asked him to kiss her thought. She was drunk…had to be. Would that be taking advantage of her? The international rule of dating was if both people were drunk, then it was excusable. Problem was that he was the most sober bastard in the house.<br/><br/>It didn’t matter in the end. That split second of indecision was overrode  by a very simple need to have her. He leaned down slowly for a kiss. He started softly, testing the waters some, before he moved in earnest. His arms wrapped around her, able to control her but for now only treating her like some fine vase. He didn’t know if this was right, and to tell the truth he didn’t care much to dwell on it. He was going to make her walk down the aisle with him on her mind.<br/>