By this time it was only eleven o’clock and the four teens were already slurring and drooling; drunk from the nearly empty tequila bottle.

“Number nine, Go ah-“  Kasey was interrupted by the doorbell.  “What the hell?”  Ashley looked up, her eyes were tired, and she felt dizzy and nauseous all at once.

“Me.”  Kyla grumbled signifying she’d answer the door. She stumbled to her feet and quite literally crawled up the stairs.  Again the doorbell rang out intensifying the annoyance in the basement.  “I iiiing…”  Kyla groaned incoherently.  Finally the brunette reached the door and swung it open.  She stopped dead in her tracks, her mind racing.

“Hi Kyla.”  A teenaged boy slipped into the house and wrapped his arms tightly around an inebriated Kyla.

“Ic?”  She mumbled, blinking furiously trying to sober up.

“Eric, what are you doing here?”  Ashley asked, leaning on Spencer for support not that she was much help.  Spencer held on tightly to the banister eyeing the teens who hugged at the entrance.  Kasey still hadn’t made it up the stairs yet.

“I came in a day early.  I thought I’d surprise Kyla.”  He glanced down at the brunette in his arms and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on her lips tasting the alcohol immediately.

As fate would have it Kasey narrowed her eyes catching the embrace from the stairwell.  She sighed heavily as Kyla pulled away never looking back at her.  She simply kept her focus on the boy who stood before her; a boy whom she had left in Miami three years ago.

“Whoo’s Eriic?”  Spencer whispered drawling out the words so they’d make sense.

“Her boyfriend from Miami.”  He answered before Kyla could, catching everyone off guard with his unexpected statement.

“Fuck…I’m…I…I’ll catch you..later Ash, Spence..”  And with that Kasey strode to the door.  Kyla reached out to hold onto her forearm but was immediately shrugged off angrily.  Kasey wanted so badly to jump the teenaged boy and beat him to a bloody pulp.  However at the moment she was piss drunk and he was twice her size.  The last thing she wanted was another trip to the hospital.  ‘We picked a bad night to drink…’ She thought.

“Wait!”  Kyla yelled out.  “Just…forget it…”  Kasey passed her truck and began a sobering trek home.  She was smart enough not to drive in such a state; she’d return in the morning for her vehicle.  Eric stood confused as ever watching the somber exchange between them.  It dawned on him what had happened but could have cared less.  He was here with a purpose.

“Ash?”  The young brunette turned to face her sister who stood next to Spencer with a disapproving look etched across her features.

“Figure it out.  Goodnight.”  Both Spencer and Ashley slowly climbed the stairs to the brunette’s bedroom leaving Kyla still wrapped in Eric’s arms and standing at the door.

“Eric…I..”  He placed an index on her lips to shush her.  “Let’s get you to bed, we’ll talk in morning.”  He carried her up the stairs to her bedroom and set the brunette down on the mattress.

Kyla was beyond the point of no return.  She had had a total of six shots of tequila and another two beers with Spencer.  Her limit was crossed long ago and all coherent thoughts flew straight out the window as Eric leaned down and kissed her again.  It wasn’t long before the two were bare and tangled beneath the bed sheets.

In the next room Spencer and Ashley had changed into boxers and wife beaters.  Their evening would end quite passively.  The brunette protectively wrapped an arm around the blonde and held her close as they slowly doze off next to one another as it should be.  With a smile tracing her lips Ashley tilted forward and feathered a kiss to the back of Spencer’s neck.  “G’Night Spence.”  No reply, Spencer was already snoring.

Kasey on the other hand didn’t know how but she had somehow ended up home before two o’clock.  She imagined she must have walked the entire city instead of simply trekking home.  Without changing she plopped down face first down on her bed and immediately let sleep take over…tomorrow would definitely be interesting.