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“AMF, please. A pitcher.” the girl who appears at the bar beside Zoro and his whiskey orders.
She’s above average height for a girl her age, but she’s still rather petite. Not the type of body Zoro would expect to be able to handle a liter of AMF by herself. But it looks like she’s about to take on that challenge since she sits down at the bar beside him, and no one joins her. She even tells the bartender that she only needs one glass.
Zoro’s usually not one to stare or even have his attention linger on others for long, but the way this girl downs her first glass like water after a hard workout impresses even him. She releases a raspy sigh before slamming down her empty glass and pouring herself another from the pitcher in front of her. This time, she takes something that resembles more of a slow gulp than a full-on chug.
Damn. Does she really plan on drinking that entire thing by herself? Zoro’s got a good buzz going for himself, so he acts upon his mild curiosity and asks, “You really gonna finish that whole thing on your own?”
She sets down her glass, her fingertips still lingering around the rim, before turning her head to face Zoro. Her face already has a light pink flush to it, and her smile looks a little lazy thanks to the alcohol that must be slowing her down, “Think I can’t handle it?” she says in a surprisingly stable voice.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Appreciate it.” she hums, pushing the pitcher across the bar counter closer to Zoro, “I don’t mind sharing though.”
“I’m good.” he shakes his head.
“You not into mixed drinks?” she leans her head onto her hand with her elbow on the counter, “I promise this is just as effective as a little bit of Jack.” she points her chin at his close to empty glass.
“That’s not it. You must have gotten a pitcher for a reason. You should enjoy it.”
She seems to appreciate his stoic decline of her offer, but it sounds like she’d rather have his company, “I’ll enjoy it more if you have some with me. Come on, you gotta admit, no matter how rough of a week you’ve had, drinking a whole jar of AMF by yourself is a little depressing. Come on, give it here.” she holds her hand out for his glass, other hand already gripping the handle of the pitcher.
Well if this chick is going to insist on throwing some free booze his way, Zoro won’t fight it too much. He hands her the glass and allows her to chat him up in her calm, playful voice.
“So what happened during this rough week of yours?” Zoro feels compelled to ask.
“Bunch of shit. My roommate dipped last month, so I’ve been working more hours to make rent. Customers are crappy, and they make me feel crappy. And I’m still caught up in a bunch of school work and study abroad application stuff.” she summarizes.
“Study abroad? That sounds exciting. What’s going on with that?” he latches onto a detail that he can use to continue the conversation politely.
“Well, hopefully , if I can still afford to go for a year after I get all these rec letters and financial aid stuff settled, then I’ll be in Japan by next semester.” she smiles more genuinely for the first time tonight. Admittedly, it suits her better.
“Really? That’s cool. I’m Japanese, actually.” Zoro mentions.
“Are you?” she raises her eyebrows slowly, her interest piquing in him. “You born there?”
“Yeah. Moved here for middle school. Was gonna go back for college, but I’m here on a Kendo scholarship.” he explains, although he doesn’t know why he’s talking so much. Maybe the fact that he’s able to carry an actual conversation without someone butting in or yelling some random shit in the middle of it has its allure.
“Kendo? Tough guy~” she elbows him before taking a sip of her drink, “That’s very impressive.”
“Thanks.” he brushes it off, taking a gulp of the drink himself. It’s a bit sweet for him, but he’s a hard liquor kind of person, so he can detect even a drop of juice that’s been added. The rest of the mixed poison is enough to distract from it though.
He looks over at you again, and sees another guy who’s ordering some shots eyeing you, as if waiting to catch your gaze so he can smile at you. There are a bunch of loudmouths lined up behind him, patting him on the back for getting the shots, so this guy might be more annoying that you’d probably want to deal with after the shit week you said you’ve had. So Zoro glares at him until he notices, and the guy seems to step down, taking the shots and handing them to his friends before leaving without a fuss.
“So I’ve been trying to improve my Japanese. Do you think you could try to talk to me so I can practice my conversation?” her level voice brings his attention back to her, and he just grunts an affirming noise before proceeding to speak to her in some basic Japanese.
She’s really not that bad. Her accent is there, but only slightly. And although she stumbles over the right vocabulary sometimes, she speaks as smoothly as she does in English for the most part. It’s calm, easygoing, and honestly, it’s kind of hot.
Her calming voice isn’t one that he hears often, but the way her tongue curls around the syllables really suits the language. Hearing this girl speak in his native tongue so smoothly after only learning it in college gives him the sense that she’s not just into Japan for the popular culture, but she’s genuinely interested in immersing herself into learning about it. They have a conversation about fucking geographical history in Japanese, and even Zoro can barely keep up with it because he doesn’t even know some of this information.
It’s comfortable because he had dropped the formalities from the beginning, and she’s speaking rather casually too, although not overstepping too many boundaries for someone who she just met. They ended up introducing themselves to each other, and she’s calling him “Zoro-kun” now. It’s kind of cute. And Zoro can’t tell if it’s the AMF that’s starting to work on her, but she’s getting a little more flirty with her speech.
About an hour and emptied pitcher later, she’s starting to laugh at what he says and telling him he’s funny even though he isn’t trying to be. Zoro had answered a few of her questions about school, work, and anything interesting that happened to him this past week. And in turn, he learned that she’s studying at the same school under a different major, working part-time at some restaurant near the campus, and some details about the customers and professors that gave her shit this week.
Which led to her coming here tonight to order a heavy pitcher of the blue cocktail of death to soak her fatigue away. After finishing the pitcher between the two of them, even though she had an extra full glass than Zoro did, she’s still pretty in control of herself.
The only thing that’s really changed after downing three glasses of AMF is how fidgety her legs are. She keeps crossing and uncrossing them, swinging her feet around, readjusting their position underneath the bar counter. It’s not annoying, per se, but the bottom half of her body seems a bit on edge now. There were occasional brushes of her knees against his thigh that she didn’t mention and he didn’t pull away from. He can see signals starting to appear.
Even so, Zoro can’t say that he’s having a bad time. This girl is really chill and she can handle her alcohol, and she’s not over the top about it either. Zoro has been to one too many parties to see how some girls, and guys, get way too overdramatic after a couple of shots. With this girl, the conversation flows pretty easily, and he finds himself having a good time just throwing some banter back and forth in good humor.
He’s telling her about some crazy stunt that his housemate, Luffy, pulled at a frat recently, when the crowd starts to get denser and the number of people pushing their way to the bar increases. Zoro can barely hear the girl anymore, so he follows her when she points her thumb towards the exit, “Wanna go? I’m not really a fan of big crowds.” she admits, switching back to English.
“And you came to a bar as rowdy as this?” Zoro finds himself joking before sliding off of his stool to follow her.
Once they can hear each other outside, she says, “Hey, I got a pretty good drinking buddy out of it, didn’t I?”
“Who said I’d be your buddy?” he smirks, joking away, edging the line towards flirting. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind spending the night with this chick. She’s not like many of the other drunk girls he’s been with so far, so he wouldn’t mind pushing it a little to see how experienced she is.
“So you’re just a freeloader then.” she smiles back with pink cheeks, playfully bumping her arm against his, but not swaying like he expected her to.
“Well, if you’re gonna put it that way, I guess I’ll have to try and pay you back somehow.” he crosses his arms, letting his weight fall back against the brick wall of the bar. He’s still smirking at her and raising a challenging eyebrow that he suspects will rouse her curiosity.
She laughs an easy, calming laugh. One that Zoro can appreciate away from the residents of his cacophony of a house. “In that case,” she steps closer and puts a gentle hand on his bicep, “You free to stay with me for the rest of the night?”
He pauses, teasing her with his faux-contemplation, before uncrossing his arms and standing up straight again, “Just for the night, then.”
*
Her bed is big, is the first thing that Zoro notices when he steps into her room. Well, it’s just a queen-size, but that’s good enough. It’ll be big enough for Zoro to get playful on. Thinking about getting this level-voiced and calm girl to scream uncontrollably for him puts a smirk on his face. He’s been doing that a lot tonight. There’s something that makes him really excited to mess with her and roll against her body.
She has her back to him, taking off her coat and hanging it on the hook on her door. Zoro drinks from the glass of water she offered him as he watches her pull her other cardigan off of her shoulders to rest on the chair of her desk. Every movement she makes is really sultry and graceful, but honestly, Zoro wants to break that put-together rhythm and just make her shake and pulse against his balls.
Setting the glass down, he advances, closing the space between their bodies by pressing his chest against her back and sliding his hands down the front of her hips. Pressing his face into her neck and hair, Zoro takes a deep whiff before placing a tender kiss there to warm her up. By the way she places her hands and forearms to rest on top of his, she seems happy to start.
Moving up along her neck and jaw with small kisses, he moves back to kiss at the shell of her ear and nip at the lobe before asking in his lowered, deeper voice, “Can I kiss you?” He punctuates his question with some soft circling movements on her hips.
She tilts her head to look up and back at him, eyes relaxed and hooded, “Please do.” she smiles, her lips pretty and soft and ready for him to taste.
And with that little bit of soda and sugar in the drink from earlier, she tastes pretty damn good. They move slow against each other’s lips, but they pick up the pace easily. Zoro is so very glad she said yes, because he realizes now how very much he wanted to kiss her. Just touching her body doesn’t seem to be enough, despite the fact that he is moving his hands up to cup her breasts now.
He’s okay without kissing when he’s trying to sleep with someone who thinks it’s too intimate, but it makes buildup a little harder sometimes. But if he were to choose, he’d like to have the option open to him when he’s with someone to drive them a little up the wall with his tongue down their throats. Not to brag, but he’s gotten pretty skilled with his mouth, and he’s sure that anyone that he has spent a night kissing doesn’t regret it. If anything, they’d beg him for more even after they finished.
This girl, though. She’s a little harder to please. Well, she’s not hard to please, but it’s hard to get a good reaction out of her. Zoro likes the blissful little sighs she makes, and he swallows the surprised yelps she utters like air, but the sounds she makes are seldom. Which makes them so much sweeter when he actually does get them out of her. Like whenever he gives her breast a particularly good squeeze or tickles at her teeth with his tongue.
It’s clear that this chick is pretty experienced herself, what with the way she runs her hands up his arms and her own shoulders to clutch at Zoro’s neck to keep their lips together. And her slow-rolling hips that grind back against his tenting pants are a nice indicator that she hasn’t forgotten about him. The friction is light, but it’s really nothing substantial for him to work with. Does feel good though.
Zoro grunts as he pulls away from her mouth and replaces his lips onto her neck instead, and he starts moving his hands down her stomach to the buckle of her belt. He takes a moment to suck on her neck slowly as he undoes it. But he brings his mouth back up to her ear again to breathe a quick, “Can I?” as his fingers rest on the button of he jeans.
“Yes.” she hums back with that same effortless, lazy smile as she winds her head back to give him a peck. But she quickly turns forward again to look down and help guide Zoro’s movements to work more confidently. That’s all he needed.
The button is separated and the zipper is down without trouble, and that small lavender triangle sends a small jolt of excitement through Zoro’s body as he slips his hand right underneath it to feel the skin hiding there. “You’re a little wet,” he observes, caressing the slightly dampened slit with his middle finger, “But I think you can do better than that.”
Using his free hand to pull at the collar of her loose shirt, Zoro starts kissing at her bare shoulder as he also begins moving his finger shallowly into her folds. She sighs again, and she starts to hum a little in reaction to how he moves his fingers into her. He’s just been caressing the length of her slit and letting one finger slide into to the first knuckle, but now he’s rubbing his palm against her clit as he tries to slips his finger in a little deeper.
“Ah…” she sighs, arching her chest forward and pushing her ass back into his hips. Her hands land on the desk in front of her, so Zoro leans forward as well, until his chest is resting right on her back again to kiss the back of her neck and shoulders. With a little maneuvering, Zoro is able to sink his middle finger most of the way into her while he rubs at her clit with the knuckle of his thumb.
She’s pulsing around his finger, and it’s getting wetter. Her hips become a little more active as well as she starts to roll them against his hand to get him deeper inside, “Another.” she says, spreading her legs just a little wider apart for him. That’s more like it, Zoro thinks.
To her request, he slips his ring finger right in without much resistance and she releases another sigh of relief before clenching around him. It’s hot and tight, but oh-so welcoming. God, she’s going to kill him before he even gets his dick out.
He keeps his thumb on her clit, but starts sliding in his third finger as well to begin stretching. But no matter how much he spreads and scissors his fingers apart, she just keeps clenches tightly around him, eagerly holding onto his fingers like she doesn’t want them to leave, “Zoro…” she sighs again. His name sounds hot echoed in her blissed out voice, but when is this chick ever going to moan or cry for him? “Feels so good.”
“Don’t think that’s all I got for you.” he can’t help smirking. Reluctantly, he pulls his hand out of her pants so he can use both of them to pull them down her thighs and help her out of them one foot at a time. And then he gets on his knees to push his face right in between her legs.
“Ah!” Ah, finally. Her first little outcry of the evening. If he knew it was as easy as tonguing her clit, then he could have done so much more, much sooner.
Zoro holds onto her thighs as he pushes forward, letting his nose slide along her wet folds as he licks up the length of her slit. He takes his sweet time sucking at her clit as well, trying to coax as many of those sweet little cries of pleasure out of her as possible. She’s bent over on her forearms on the desk now, which makes the stretch a little easier for him to access, especially with her spread legs.
But at some point, she settles for panting and interrupted, choked moans, which makes Zoro think that she just doesn’t want to make any embarrassing sounds. He’s been with a few girls like that before, and he’s found that they’re the ones who end up screaming the loudest once they hit that threshold. And he is so very eager to hear what her calm, sweet voice sounds like when it’s raw and out of control.
Pulling up just a bit, he licks farther up the line of her slit until he reaches the little hole in the back. He spreads her cheeks apart gently and just flicks his tongue at her pretty little asshole to see what reaction he’ll get out of her.
It’s just a shiver, but it racks her entire body, and he can see the secretion of fluid starting to drip down her thighs. Huffing smugly, he breathes against her wet opening, “You like that?” before going right back in to flick his tongue at her small back hole.
“Yes…” she sighs, but surprisingly, she gets a little louder as she growls, “God, yes. Touch me again, too.”
It’s hard to stop smirking now, but Zoro just dives right back in to eat her ass as he slides his fingers back between her folds — and yes, they are even wetter than before — to bend and caress her insides until her legs start trembling. She’s pushing her hips back and hard into Zoro’s face and hands, which he can guess means she’s close.
So to finish off her first high of the night, Zoro uses both hands to spread her slit wide before moving his mouth back to relentlessly eat away at her cunt. He thrusts his tongue as far and deep as it will go, and even hums a bit just to make her pussy vibrate and send more pleasure her way. Girl’s had a rough week, so he’ll pamper her a little bit.
Her shout is short, but it’s louder than she’s been so far, so he’s making progress. And the way she starts moaning quietly as Zoro laps up at the cum that’s spilling out from her first orgasm tonight tells him that even if he has to work a little harder tonight, he’ll get what he wants if he keeps at it.
Now, normally, Zoro would take a girl while she’s bent over like this, especially the ones who don’t like the kissing. Makes it easier for him not to remember who he fucked the next day if he didn’t really see much of them in the first place. But tonight, he wants to see every wrinkle in her face and every bruise he paints on her skin until he’s satisfied. She is going to forget all of her damn problems and cry for him.
Standing again, Zoro puts his hands on her breasts to push her back up so her back is pressed against his chest again. He turns her head with his hand and kisses her roughly, spreading her own taste into her mouth as he kneads her chest a little bit.
Step by step, he leads to her to bed until her knees hit the edge. Before he can try throwing her onto her back, Zoro gets rid of the rest of her clothing, discarding her shirt and bra with ease. Once they’re off on the floor somewhere, he turns her around and steps back to… admire her body.
“Damn…” Strange, he’s seen so many girls naked before, but he’s never really had such an urge to just stare at one. She’s beautiful, like many other people he’s fucked, but the way she continues to hold herself confidently and smile lazily at him really sets him alight. He wants to find a way to make this composed little princess turn shy and lose control.
But before he can start planning, she closes the space he had created between them when he stepped back to ogle at her. Her hands slip underneath the hem of Zoro’s shirt and she lifts her head to press softly against his lips, just ghosting them, “No fair.” She whispers. In fucking Japanese.
Holy fucking shit, Zoro did not expect that to be as hot as it was. Hearing just one word in his native tongue come out of her mouth suddenly flashes him back to all those JAV’s he watched as an adolescent and still occasionally pulls up in his free time, and he salivates just a little bit.
“Sorry,” he rumbles back into her ear in the same tongue, and it seems to have the same effect on her. Her fingers curl almost in an involuntary way onto his waistband and she shudders as she presses against him, riding her fingers up his toned stomach. She hums delightedly against his neck at what she feels underneath.
Smirking proudly, Zoro finally pushes her away by the shoulders and has her sit down on the edge of the bed so he pull his shirt over his head and dump it on the floor to join the rest of her clothing. He revels in the way she takes her own sweet time ogling his body. It’s not a surprise that she would appreciate it, since most girls do. But something about the mischievous sparkle in her eyes sends a tingle down Zoro’s spine, and he suddenly feels himself grow harder underneath his jeans.
How the fuck is she doing that? All she has to do is stare down at his crotch with a hungry glint or let her tongue peek out of her lips and he wants to throw himself at her in excitement. He’s not freakin’ Sanji, and he sure as hell isn’t one to be submissive, but something about her…
Before he can let his weird impulses take over him, Zoro helps her remove his belt and pants off of his hips. Once his jeans and briefs have melted to the floor, he kicks them away and brings himself down to lie on top of the naked girl waiting for him.
The first touch of their naked skin against each other is electrifying. He kisses her feverishly to cope with the overwhelming bareness between them. After all that buildup and internal excitement, feeling her skin flush against his has Zoro grinding roughly into her hips. His dick is already getting coated with the generous wet secretion coming from her cunt, and her soft mewls make him really want to be inside already.
Patience, he tells himself. He’s here for her tonight, and so help him if he can’t show someone a good time after they’ve poured him a drink. So he lifts himself away from her pretty mouth and kisses down her neck and chest and stomach until he’s down between her legs again. But instead of going straight for her center again, he takes his time to kiss and nip at her creamy thighs. At some point, he can’t resist taking a generous bite, which lures a beautiful yelp of surprise from her mouth.
God, he cannot wait to make her fucking scream for him, he needs to hear it coming out of her voice. He wants to fuck that calming, seductive purr into a desperate, hoarse mess. Lifting up to dig his knees into the mattress, he holds her hips up to rest against his upper thighs. Then, grabbing hold of his sufficiently hardened cock, he strokes himself a little bit as he stares hard into her hooded eyes to ask for permission.
She only smiles gently before pointing over to her desk; the top drawer. Zoro reaches over to pull it open and finds an almost empty box of condoms lying inside. There are still a good dozen of them in there, but with the size of the box, it’s clear that the contents have been exhausted. He has to mentally stop himself from wrinkling his nose at the small pang in his chest as he takes in that small detail. It’s not like it’s any of his business who she’s slept with before him. He’s only just met her today.
He grabs one and rips it open to easily slide the rubber over his shaft while still carrying the weight of her hips on his thighs. Once it’s securely on there, he grabs at the base again, and he pushes it down and up against her slit, letting only the head disappear between her folds before pulling it right back out to keep rubbing at her.
She’s biting her lip now as she watches in pure anticipation. Her eyes are shining a little bit as she stares intently at the repetitive metronome-like motions of Zoro’s cock against her opening. He goes on like that for about ten more shallow slides of his head into her slit until she lets her head drop back in a frustrated groan, “Zoro-kun, you’re killin’ me here.” she whines. In English, but the cute little term of address makes him chuckle.
Honestly, he’s killing himself too. He’s torturing you, sure, but only as much as he’s torturing himself. He’d like nothing more than to just pummel you into the mattress right now, but you still have yet to make any embarrassing sounds. And he wants to hear you make a few of those before he gives you what you want. “Then why don’t you tell me what to do.” he suggests in his croaked voice, dry from anticipation.
“Just slide it right in.” she purrs, running a hand down his abs to grip at the remaining length of his cock that’s not in his own hand, “Come on now, juuust like that.”
How had she managed to do that? He’s inside already. And it feels fucking incredible. All of that buildup and determination to agonize her ended up backfiring just a bit, because Zoro can’t tell if he’s about to come or not within these few seconds of entering her heat. With just a coaxing few words, she managed to manipulate him into her bidding and falling into her pace.
It’s kind of irritating and it would almost feel like he’s lost some unacknowledged competition, but it feels too amazing for him to care right now. Her walls are squeezing him tight, and he is in desperate need of some release. “Fuck.” he grunts, lifting her calves from around his waist to rest on top of his shoulders instead.
With the changed angle, she giggles a little bit before rubbing her hips against him. His balls are flush against her perky ass and he wants to smack himself so hard into her that they disappear inside with his dick. So with that urgency in his mind, he holds tightly onto the tops of her thighs and begins thrusting into her from that position, leaving and entering her dripping heat with boundless force.
He had meant to start out slow, honestly he did, but his hips won’t have it and just keep bucking forward at the sound of her small yelps of approval. They’re not what he would prefer to hear, but she at least seems to be enjoying herself, so he busies himself with kissing and nipping at her inner knees as well. He doesn’t know why, but he kind of likes the color purple on her.
But just as he’s about to reach an impressive high that he thought he was going to fall off of a while ago, she grows tired of the position and moves to take her legs off of his shoulders. She’s panting a little bit, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead, but she still looks fucking fine and dandy. That’s gonna have to change at some point tonight.
Turning over to get on her hands and knees on the bed, she looks back over at Zoro with an innocent smile on her own face this time, saying nothing but just winking at him. Fucking damn it, Zoro wants to smack that look right off of her pretty little face. With his mouth.
But fuck, if she wants to go downward doggy-style, he can make that happen. He’ll make it real hard on her. Using his brute strength, he takes her torso and just throws her face-down onto her bed. And after climbing onto it himself, he grabs her hips and lifts them up high. High enough so that she has to hold herself up on the balls of her feet. Her head and forearms are pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed while Zoro stands tall above her on the protesting mattress.
He makes the insertion a quick affair, because there is no way he is not coming inside of her. And then he thrusts fucking hard. Harder than is probably safe on a surface as rickety as the mattress. But the sound that comes out of her mouth from her little triangular arch is more delightful than anything he’s heard from her so far.
A scream of pleasure. Albeit a small one, but a scream nonetheless. So he continues at that pace before he begins to ricochet his hips harshly into hers until she’s crying, crying hard enough to laugh in tears, “Ah! It’s so good! Zoro!” she laughs out with huffing, crying sounds, like she’s lost it. It’s a damn shame that Zoro can’t see her face right now. But she’s the one who wanted to be taken from behind, so maybe she likes it better this way.
Once she’s squeezing and clenching harder than even before, she muffles her cries into her pillows, much to Zoro’s dismay. But Zoro comes shortly after that and by god’s name, if that wasn’t one of the best orgasms he’s ever had. His legs feel weak and his hips are trembling from the aftermath of all the intoxicating pleasure that swims through his body like morphine.
He curses as he pulls out and gently sets her body to lie back down on her bed before climbing off to carefully peel the condom off before it spills and makes a mess. But as soon as it’s thrown into the bin, he returns to the bed and lies chest-to-chest right on top of her sated body. He starts kissing her again, as if he’s trying to drink in her bliss and relief, and he revels in the excited little mewl she gives him.
Moving down to kiss at her neck, he also relishes the taste of her skin, even with a layer of sweat on it. “You still want more?” she chuckles, her throat vibrating against his lips.
Lifting his head up to stare down at her, Zoro smirks, “You don’t?” He says it like a challenge, because he fucking knows that he has enough game to make anyone still want another round with him.
“Ugh, Zoro, look at me,” she scoffs, touching his shoulder and running her fingers down his chest, “I’m a mess. You’re such a monster.” Although she’s supposedly chiding him, she’s still smiling and tracing little patterns on his chest, so he takes it that she’s still up for it.
“Is this what you call a mess?” he scoffs, “I’m gonna unravel you until you can’t even put yourself back together.”
Well, damn. Where did that come from? That kind of aggressiveness wasn’t something he usually got into either. But it is true that he is far from done with this girl tonight. Even after such an incredible orgasm, his body is still hotwired from just a look that she gives him or a word she says that sets him off.
Sure, it started out as giving her a good time and making her feel better, but now Zoro’s pride is on the line. Even if she’s been with dozens of guys before, if she isn’t begging him not to leave by the end of the night, then he’ll feel like he’s lost his touch. He’ll fuck himself into a coma if need be, but Zoro isn’t leaving until he thinks this girl has had enough of him. And judging by the fact that she still has energy to smirk back at him, it’s going to be a long night.