"Derek," Ashley giggled, throwing her arms around him. "You're the greatesht. You're the absolute greatesht. My dad would killlll me if he knew I was drunk."
Derek Venturi rolled his eyes and took her hand. "Yeah, I know. I rock." Ashley was blonde and cute and bubbly, and one of the many chicks that treated him like he invented oxygen. The party they'd been to had been pretty rough, with lots of drinking and loud music and sweaty people. Ashley had gotten totally wasted, and according to one of her friends, her parents would totally freak if she came home drunk. None of her girlfriends could take her, so would Derek pretty please let her spend the night? Yeah, his dad and Nora would kick his ass, but only if she didn't sneak out early enough.
Ashley pressed her hand down on the crotch of his pants and he felt himself bulging. She giggled some more and whispered loudly into his ear. "Let's share a room."
Derek led her to the door and quietly unlocked it. After silently stepping into the house and leading Ashley up the stairs, she fell.
"Oops," she proclaimed loudly, giggling even harder. "Look, Derek. I fell down!"
"I see that," he groaned quietly. He leaned down and tried to help her up right as Casey came out of her bedroom.
"What the fuck is going on out here," she complained in a whisper. She was wearing a tight white wifebeater and lime green boxer shorts. The outline of a bra was visible through her shirt and her dark brown hair was all rumply. When she laid eyes on a stumbling and drunk Ashley, she smiled sweetly towards Derek. "Awww. Brought home another winner?"
"Hi, Casey," laughed Ashley in another whisper that was so loud it barely qualified as one.
Derek glared at Casey. "Shut up, Case. Planning on helping me or not?"
"Nope." She turned back towards her room and silently shut the door.
Derek groaned and hoisted Ashley up. Then, he brought her into his room and laid her on the bed. "I," he told her, "am sleeping on the floor. I'm setting my cell phone alarm clock for 6:00 and I know it's early, but you have to be out of here by then because my stepmom wakes up for work at 6:15 sharp."
Ashley pouted out her lower lip and pulled off her shirt, revealing a fuchsia bra that was very filled out. "Come on, Derek. I'm lonely up here." She sprawled out across the bed and smiled in a drunken stupor up at him.
Derek sighed. I don't take advantage of drunk girls, he thought to himself. But she is asking me too. He slowly climbed on the bed and found himself kissing Ashley, his pants being unzipped, and Ashley moaning in his ear.
Meanwhile, Casey MacDonald closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. God, maybe if her stepbrother and his Paris Hilton-esque date hadn't woken her up, she'd actually get the doctor-recommended 7 hours of sleep. Too bad they were making so much noise. Did that Ashley girl move around in her sleep like a fucking egg beater or what? Then the bed started squeaking. Rhythmically squeaking…Casey's hand flew to her mouth. Holy shit. Derek was having sex with this girl. This drunk girl, right next to her bedroom when he knew she was awake! What an ass! Oh my God, he was moaning. She threw her hands to her ears and thought of all the ways she could kill her evil, horny, stepbrother the next day.
