What happens when two drunk, randy exes find themselves locked in a basement during a New Year's Eve party? The inevitable loss of clothes, of course.
Neve: Who knew that going to get a couple beers in my friend's basement with Braxton Coleridge would have resulted in me locking lips with the man I loathed with all my heart and dark soul?
He was an awful, jaw-droppingly gorgeous person who never deserved me. Not even last night when fate pulled the ultimate Joker card.
If he thought it was going anywhere after this, he was sorely mistaken. I would have rather hitched a ride on a donkey and skipped town than given us another chance.
Braxton: Neve Silvers wasn't over me. I could tell. Was I over her? Unfortunately, I couldn't answer that. Not while under an influence.
But damn. She looked good in that sequin skirt.
