Before Delphi could close the door to the bathroom, a hand swung through the door and switched off the light.
She found herself pressed face-first against the wall with a very male presence making himself felt behind her. He reeked of alcohol.
"How much did you drink in the last thirty minutes Alton? You smell like a brewery."
There was no reply except for a nuzzle to her neck and a series of kisses trailing down it that had her dropping her head back and moaning, best intentions long forgotten after her third drink.
One hand was squeezing her ass and shifting to between her legs, and the other was trying to prise her boob free of her bustier, which wasn't hard given it only need the slightest of nudges to escape.
She turned her head to meet his lips and run her fingers through his hair.
"What the hell?" said Delphi, the moment her lips touched his.
She groped for the light switch.