Cory scanned the sea of vibrant people under the flashing neon lights. No sign of his partner in crime. She was probably already on the dance floor.
"BOO!" A loud cackle of ear-splitting laughter followed the greeting and the drummer spun around in his chair, ignoring the strong buzz he was feeling as he smiled at the little woman that stood behind him. "Heeeeeeey Cory…" Lea drawled, waving a cup of dark liquid and tilting her head cutely. "Heeey Lea." He chuckled. "Did a guy buy you that? Where is he? Let me meet him so I can judge if he's a creep. Nobodies worthy!"
The perky actress waved a hand and stirred her drink. "I met a guy but he's a homophobic. I don't give those access…"
"Access?" Cory repeated, a half-smile creeping onto his face. He wasn't planning on getting too sloppy which was a good thing. Because Lea was sloppy enough for the two of them. Still he could feel the weight of his numerous drinks starting to take their toll and he tried to keep composure.
Lea opened her mouth and let out a loud burp, stumbling forward onto his lap. Cory laughed loudly and stood up, keeping his friend steady as best he could in his own state. "Nice one! Come on, let's wash you up."
"Where's your booty call!"
"She was over there. It's okay, it's not happenin' tonight. You're super drunk so I'm gonna take you home."
"Did I throw up?"
"You barfed a little when you burped, yeah. I gotcha."
The duo made their way to a cab and Cory felt the lights of the big city spinning around his head as they whizzed by through the windows. Getting up to the apartment was a blur but he did remember Lea grabbing his crotch once, as well as telling a neighbor or two that she was hornier than a flying monkey…whatever that meant.
If he remembered this…he was not letting her live anything down tomorrow.
Sloppily wiping kleenex over her mouth and face, Cory furrowed his brow in concentration. "It's all gone…" He muttered as Lea leaned against the wall, head tilted back in exhaustion. He was trying hard to focus on getting them both to bed but the floor felt funny and Lea kept making weird groaning sounds. He was probably hallucinating because before he knew it she was feeling up his chest with a plea of "touch me".
The time lapse between "touch me" and lifting her up into his arms seemed like a whirl. He sloppily unbuckled his jeans and closed his eyes at the touch of her tiny fingers. Pulling off her dress and his shirt, Cory hoisted up the little woman around him and pressed her against the wall of the hallway for support. She cried out in relief as they came in contact, her dark hair resting against the wall in a messy, half-destroyed bun. Her big eyes closed as she moaned out his name and her arms gripped his back and shoulders. It was so wrong but so so right and everything in the world about it felt natural. Maybe it was the drinks but he didn't care. There was not way either of them could stop.
It was rough sex that moved from the wall to the bed and culminated in two naked roommates, tangled in sheets. Cory vaguely registered the tingle of kisses to his neck as he closed his eyes and finally let sleep get the best of him.