Go on the bash

Duff was surprised by the sudden collar grab and instantly reached up and grabbed tightly to Al's wrists, expecting them to finish their brawl. When she was suddenly kissed, her eyes widened but it only took a moment before she was right there fighting back. She pressed hard into Al's lips, really enjoying the sensation. For some reason the beer flavored kiss was just as good as taking a swig of the bottle, perhaps more so considering. Duffy had a wide grin plastered on her face as she too cleaned up from the sloppy but wonderful kiss.


"Aye!" She said and pounded the rest of her drink and slammed it down. "After A pound that gob some more we'll be right proper fer a guid shaggin." She said and took Al by the arm, holding onto her firmly. "But nae 'ere, ay?" She said as she tugged Al out of the bar.

Al stumbled after her compliantly enough, swapping cash for her final brew. "Wot? Ye got a finer place than the pub for a beatin?" she asked skeptically. She paused to realize there was an actual league in the area, but shrugged it off. Perhaps the bedroom could serve well enough for both, if that was where she was headed. She downed the last of her beer and whipped it inside something that looked like a garbage can.

"Nae!" Duffy said as she stumbled out of the bar, lifting her free hand up to stave off some of the sun. "Ain't fer th beatin lassie, it's fer the fuckin after th beatin." She said and turned back and grinned. "After A knock ye alfway a Glasgow A want ye tae hae a rest on the bed." She said and began leading Al back to her hotel room.

Al laughed at Scot, following her to the hotel in staggering obedience. "If'n ye call them love taps back there a scrap, then aye... 's still a good idea, though," she conceded, kissing her hand for it being the only thing she was certain where it was at their pace. She followed her up to the room, still only fairly sure they were going to screw instead of fight. She was glad there were places like this AFW that seemed to encourage them all at once.

If Duffy hadn't already had flush cheeks from the booze, she might have a faint blush come over her cheeks at the rather gentle kiss. Not used to such an act of affection she merely smiled and led Al to her hotel room. When she opened the door and stepped inside it looked pretty similar to the bar they had just left. Empty beer cans and bottles layed pretty much everywhere and the bed was unmade and an open suitcase had clothes pouring outof it. "Shire sweet shire, aye?" She said sweeping her hand along the room to offer a visual. She took a few steps in and then turned around. "Be welcome while yer 'ere" She said and then reached to grab Al by the collar and try and slam her against the wall so she could press herself into the Irish rose and begin kissing her deely, waisting no time in continuing where they left off.

"Fine if'n ye don't mind a bottle up the arse on some weary nights," she conceded. She actually kept her place fairly neat, save for the extra large garbage pail of cans and bottles.

Al hit the wall with a loud thud, barely stunned before her hands leapt down to grab Duffy's ass and pull her into her, clearly on the same wavelength. Their lips clashed aggressively, Althea's hands groping her backside for a moment before trying to slide her pants down as far as she could reach, grasping at whatever they came across as her tongue and lips seemed to do their best to fuse completely with her mate's. She let out an appreciately moan as her nails ran passionately over her upper thigh.

Duffy kissed Al fiercely, their drunken kisses somehow managing to be on the mark, even more managable than a sober couple. The Scot continued to hold onto the collar tightly until she felt her pants getting pulled down. She let go with one hand and undid her pants and let them fall around her ankles to give Ala better feel for her thighs. She then brought both her hands up and grabbed at her breasts, grunting and pushing her hands up from underneath the shirt to grab the flesh of Al's tits. She squeezed them roughly and thumbed the nipples as she became engged in the lusty kiss, letting out soft monans of her own.

"Mmm..." Al murred in pleasure, then a louder one as her breasts were cupped. She'd bite down on Duffy's lip, drawing in a sharp breath in pleasure. "Fuckin' gorgeous," she breathed before her lips went back to their full assault. She'd squeeze her ass firmly with one hand as she hooked her leg around the Scottish girl's hip, locking her against her with a hungry little purr, wordlessly demanding more.

Duffy grinned through the kiss. She gasped a bit when her lip was bit, pulling away on instinct. She then grinned. "Fuckin, right." She said and pushed her head forward so their heads could collide in a quick headbutt. A 'love tap' for Al as Duffy felt her leg hooked. "nnnn..." She groaned out and took Al by the collar again, kissing her the whole time. She pulled on the shirt, in an attempt to throw her onto the bed but with the drunkenness and the hooked leg it would only cause them to tumble to the floor. "Shite..." Duffy muttered, but sloppily kissed Al some more. She would begin to tug downward on Al's shirt with one hand while reaching down and beginning to undo the irish lasses pants with the other even as she placed wet kisses all over the exposed chest of her lover. "Ye hae tae many fuckin clothes on..." She groaned as she unzipped Al's pants.

Al blinked in surprise but showed a smile of odd appreciation for the minute headbutt, giving a small skull tap of her own in reply. They hit the ground with a clatter of cans, casting them aside in their wake.

"Least ye snog better than ye throw a punch," she goaded, smiling affectionately. "Think we're both overdressed for the occasion, aye?" She'd wriggle her hips to help slide her way out of the jeans, a clumsy hurry overtaking her hands as she hooks one under her shirt, trying to lift it while she uses the other to still try and raise Duffy's as well. Her arms got tangled halfway, of course, but she did her best to render them both topless at once