That was it, they were finished, he was drunk and stunned, he was too fucked up to fuck.
"What the fuck is this shit?" there was so much resentment in the air, "I want to get laid." It was all she could do to prevent herself from stabbing him. The smile on his face didn't help.
"Baby" he said drunkenly, "Just fucking relax, you know I'm ready for it." She wanted him to be but she knew him.
"It's not going to happen." she stood over his drunken body. "Why?"