Did I really just try to make a move on Kris? Adam slapped himself as he and Kris made their way down to the kitchen where Allison was eating some toast. Her vivid red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and her face clear of makeup. She was still in her pajamas: a black spaghetti tank top with baggy pajama pants and fuzzy neon pink slippers.
"Hey guys!" She smiled showing all of her teeth. Kris waved and I nodded, unsure of what to say. "What's wrong?" Allison could read us better than anyone.
I sighed, "Do you know what we did last night?"
Allison was in mid-sip when I asked. She placed her mug down and licked her lips, "Well, we went down to a small club to party. You know. I doubt you'll remember anything since you had around...twenty shots? I can't remem-"
"Twenty shots?!" Kris and I exclaimed in unison. Allison looked taken aback.
"Yeah…Adam, you're such a party monster. We told you to stop, but you were having the time of your life…so we left you alone."
Kris looked over at me and raised his eyebrows, "Allison, what did we do when we got home?"
"Adam had passed out, I think, and you Kris went to sleep. After that I went to bed myself. Danny was the only one awake at that time. So, maybe you should ask him." She shrugged, going back to her orange juice.
"Are you sure you don't know?" I got up from the bar stool, ready to go find Danny.
Allison nodded and burped, "Excuse me."
Kris and I trudged down the long hallway to Danny's room. "See, Adam, you passed out from drinking that much. That's why you don't remember!"
"No, Allison said that she thinks I passed out. She wasn't sure. And that still doesn't explain why you don't remember either! Let's just talk to Gokey." Kris nodded, padding along beside me.
Before knocking on Danny's door, Kris pulled me aside, "Adam, you don't remember the party at all?"
I thought. "Nothing's coming to mind and I think we've already established that I don't remember anything…" Kris nodded, knocking his knuckles against the door.
"What, what, what?!" Danny rubbed his eyes, his glasses askew and hanging from his right ear. He was in a white t-shirt and Mickey Mouse boxers. His socks were white with red hearts stitched all over. Kris and I merely looked at him. "Oh, hey, Kris. Hey, Adam. Wow, what time is it?"
"It's a quarter to ten." Kris looked down at his watch. I watched as Danny yawned and scrunched up my nose. His morning breath was awful.
"You've been asleep this whole time?" I asked, rubbing my nose hoping it didn't look obvious. Danny nodded his head, yawning again. He motioned for us to come inside, but Kris said no. We just needed to ask him something.
"What is it you wanna ask?"
"Do you know what we – Adam and I – did last night coming home from the party?"
"Oh, wow, that was a fun party. Um, well Adam drank a lot. But amazingly he didn't pass out. Allison thought he would. Then, Kris went to the bathroom while Adam puked in a bucket." Danny made a face, sticking his tongue out. "Adam passed out, sort of. No, he didn't – He was just so out of it. He was like a rag doll. So Kris got the shower going and got in with you." He looked at me while he said this, causing me to throw up in my mouth from the smell emitting from his mouth.
"I got in the shower with Adam?" Kris pointed at himself, his mouth slightly open. Danny nodded, looking at us with the most disapproving way.
"What was the reason? I'm pretty sure Adam knows how to take a shower by himself. He's not five." He stated, matter-of-factly.
I made a face at Kris and nudged him in the ribs with my elbow. "Maybe I was too drunk to do anything myself. Plus you just said I was like a rag doll…"
"Kris told me he was worried about you…but you guys went it with your clothes on so…" Danny trailed off, settling himself on his bed. We took note of how tired he looked. "I guess it was in all good intention. Don't know why Kris had to take you a shower in the first place. You could have just taken one in the morning."
"Uh, Danny? We're going to let you sleep some more. Thanks for everything." Right before we closed the door, we heard Danny snoring. I chuckled, careful not to wake him.
"I found his tone to be a little rude." I started as we carefully climbed over boxes lined up in the hallway. "Didn't you hear his tone when he said 'Adam knows how to shower by himself. He's not five…'?"
Kris merely shrugged, obviously deep in thought. And I could tell considering he tripped over a box and fell right on his face. A muffled cry escaped his throat, followed by teary eyes.
"Oh my goodness, Kris! Are you OK??" I stooped over to help him up, curling my hands under his arms to support his weight.
"I think so. Just jammed my toe." He made a hissing noise as he looked down at his foot. "It's bleeding."
My eyes went wide for a moment, but looked down to see it wasn't bleeding profusely. I gave a mental sigh. Leading him to our bathroom I set his pretty self on the toilet seat and wiped the toe clean. Making sure it didn't get infected I rubbed some peroxide which made fizzy white bubbles. Kris winced a little as the liquid hit his big toe.
"Did that hurt?" I asked, looking up at him from my position on the tiled floor. Kris nodded, so I wiped the toe completely clean of medicine and gave it a quick peck before wrapping a band aid around it.
"What was the kiss for?"
"To make it feel better." I stared up at him, his mouth parted slightly as if he were about to say something. I rolled up his pant leg before he could protest. Craning my neck I kissed his leg, just below the knee. I breathed on the skin, it coming out hot on his tingly flesh. A satisfying low moan erupted from Kris, his eyes fluttering shut. But they snapped open and he stood quickly, edging around me. His breathing was rigid and his face flushed. I gave him an apologetic look before he hastily left the bathroom.