After Tony helped them to their room, Paul turned to Stephanie and kissed her roughly, "the bedroom's open." He ripped her top and bra off and began groping her breasts, "baby, come here."
"How the heck are you already hard?" She rubbed on him through his pants, "I think the bed has clothes all over it." She stumbled into the wall of the hallway, "get undressed." She pointed at his pants, "strip for me."
He unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down. He watched as she slowly stripped for him, before he pushed her onto the bed and he threw himself above her. They skipped the kissing and cuddling and headed straight for sex.
What they passed off as sex wasn't really sex at all. It was just them exhaustedly and drunkenly grinding themselves against each other for quite a long time, "I think we should go for round two." He panted into her ear.
"Ugh," she groaned, "no, I wanna just go to sleep. Lay down with me." She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her chest, "I love you, goodnight." She closed her eyes and exhaled.
"Mmm hmm." He snuggled into her neck, grumbling. He put his arm across her and pulled her as close as possible.
The next day, Tony silently slid his card through the hotel lock and shut the door behind him. He took a drink of his giant cup of Starbucks coffee and sighed. He put the cup down on the counter and strolled into the bedroom where Paul and Stephanie lied fast asleep. He opened the curtains wide, then picked the desk phone up and whacked Paul in the forehead.
"Hey, what the fuck?" Paul attempted to sit up, "ugh, it's too bright, what happened? What hit me?" He groaned and looked at the alarm clock beside the phone, "it is not four PM, Tony, stop fucking around, fix it."
Tony blankly stared at Paul slightly before pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and checking it, "yeah, I can't change the time all over the world, it's four PM." He stuck the phone back in his pocket and smiled, "good afternoon sunshine."
"Shut up." Paul sneered. He wobbly stood up and went to the bathroom. Tony could hear him puking his guts out through the door, "how late was I up? Does Rick know I went out?"
"Zippy got your car last night. Dude, you two were fucked up." He sat next to Stephanie and gently tapped on her shoulder, "do you remember what you guys did when you left the club? You guys were all touchy on the way home with me." He laughed, "how do you feel? Is it bright in here?"
Stephanie sat up and glanced at Tony before sighing and shutting her eyes, "what are you doing here? Get out of my bed, where's Paul?" She looked over towards the bathroom, "I don't feel good."
Paul moved out of the way of the bathroom door as she ran in and puked, "poor baby, I forgot to tell you that's what happens when you drink a little bit too much." He knocked on the door, "honey, baby, do you need help?"
"How old is she Paul?" Tony pulled the sheets up to make the bed, "she doesn't even look like she's old enough to drink. Let me tell you, I dropped you guys off here at around like, four thirty, I don't think I've seen you any more drunk than last night, I mean this morning."
Someone started to bang on the front door, Paul looked at Tony and sighed, "what have I missed? Is Rick mad because I haven't been answering?" He picked his phone up off the floor and saw the 28 new alerts, "shit."
"Rick thinks you have the flu. Go get a hot washcloth and put it on your head." Tony walked out of the room and into the suite's living room area, "hold on Rick, I'll be right there. Paul is getting some clothes on." He grabbed his coffee and took another sip, "Paul, you dressed yet?"
"Yeah, I have some pants on, don't worry." Paul locked Steph in the bathroom, "baby, stay in there, and don't say anything, I'll get you in a minute, take a shower or something." He pulled his blankets up with a hot washcloth over his head.
Rick walked in the room and nodded, "you really are sick. I've been trying to call you but I couldn't reach you on your cell phone. How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." Paul mumbled, "I was throwing up a little while ago. My stomach and my head hurt now." He groaned and turned over in the bed, "do we have to head out today? You think we could do it tomorrow possibly?"
"No problem. The hauler's all packed up and stuff, we'll leave tomorrow at about noon if you feel alright." Rick gave him a thumbs-up sign and walked out, "get better, see you later."
"You bullshit your way past him." Tony nodded, "good job, hope you can pull through the rest of the day." He unlocked the bathroom door and let Steph out, "here, I'll give these to you and you only." He handed her two Motrin and left, "have a good day."
Paul stared at her like a puppy, "can we share? I mean, can I have one and you can have the other, please?" He bit his lip, "baby, please?"
She whined, "Paul, I've never had a hangover before, you have, go find your own pain medicine." She slowly walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Paul stood in the hallway staring at her, "don't be mad."
"I'm not, I just, fuck, my head hurts." He hit his head on the wall and turned away, "I think I'm just gonna sleep some more." He walked back to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed.
Tony sat in his car listening to his girlfriend Rose ream him about everything, "Rosie, baby, please, stop, I'm sorry that I'm his best friend and he called me to help him out. Jeez."
"Yeah but you always listen to him, and he never does anything for you!" He parked in a lot for a fancy restaurant, "I really like you Tony, and I don't think you need him, you are much better off without Paul." She smiled and kissed his lips, "I love you, but I'm not gonna be able to put up with Paul for much longer." They got out of the car and walked towards the restaurant.
"Honey, he's my best friend. I can't tell him that we can't be friends, he's my teammate, and like the brother I never had." He smiled at the waitress, "hi, I have a reservation for two under the name Tony Stewart."
"He's not your brother. And you've only known him for a couple of years, not your whole life." She sat down beside him, "Tony, he's a bad influence on you. He's not someone worth hanging out with." She took a drink of water, "I love you."
He sighed, "I love you too." He tried to continue the conversation, "it's not fair to me that you are asking me to put and end to a friendship just because you don't like him." He ordered a soda, sighing, "I really like you too, and, I would do anything for you, except leave my best friend."
Rosie rolled her eyes, "the thing last night shouldn't have happened. He couldn't call Rick because then he would have gotten in trouble. And I think you and Zippy are stupid because you all went and saved him." She raised her voice, "okay, you know what, I'm done talking about this, I'm not about to start yelling at you again."
He nodded, "fine, yeah, I know. But he's saved me before too." He looked through the menu, "I still don't think you're being fair to me. And plus, Steph's helping him out now."