As they stepped into the next room, the sound of shattering glass was followed by a chorus of video curses. A guy Sarah didn't recognize was standing in the middle of the room, rubbing his hand, which was bleeding from a broken indian sexy blue picture beer bottle. "Shit, sorry about that," he muttered, looking around at the crowd that had gathered. Alex moved past Sarah, his eyes scanning the room before coming to rest on the guy with the cut hand. "You okay, man?" he asked.

The guy nodded, still porn wincing in pain. "Yeah, I'm fine." Sarah watched as Alex sex took charge, grabbing a towel from the nearby linen closet and wrapping it around the guy's hand. She raised an eyebrow - it wasn't like Alex to be so... caretaking. The music from the living indian sexy blue picture room pulsed through the house, making conversation difficult.

Sarah turned her attention back to Alex as sex he guided Mr Broken Beer Bottle toward her and sat porn him down on a nearby chair with his injured hand held up high above his shoulder like some kind of victory sign gone wrong despite being ordered not to move by Alex while telling her "see if you can get him some ice or something."

Sarah rolled her eyes good-naturedly and headed off toward kitchen again!

"For fuck's sake," she muttered under breath when she almost slipped on spilled liquor video while heading towards freezer where ice surely would be found now!