Brenda was returning back to the Olympic village when she saw them starting up another bonfire. She rolled her eyes and walked past it. The French hockey team was there and offered her some wine. She declined and they insisted. So she took a sip and then another and another. Soon she found herself stumbling about the bonfire. She had a taste of French wine, a taste of Russian vodka, and some good old American Southern Comfort. She had drunk too much, and all the different types of booze were mixing around in her stomach. She had the lead, what was one night of celebration? She had never really drunk before and it hit her harder than she had imagined. She found herself roasting marshmallows on the fire, not sure how she got there or what she was doing. She was leaning towards the fire about to fall in when an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back. She looked up at her would be savior.
Alex had spotted a drunk Brenda wandering about the bonfire. He had watched her drink and frolic about happily. He caught her and pulled her back just in time before she was about to roast herself in the bonfire. He looked into her eyes and saw that she was gone. She would not remember the night's events. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her back to the house. He wasn't sure where she lived, so he carried her back into his room and laid her down on the bed. He took her shoes off and her jacket and stopped. Alex pulled the blanket over her and went back out to join the party.
Brenda awoke in the morning with a severe headache. The pounding in her head was worsened by daylight. She covered her eyes and tried to hide under the blankets. She wanted to go back to sleep but then realized her blankets smelled different. She pushed them off and sat up. She looked around and realized she wasn't in her room. She saw there was an imprint next to her, as if someone slept there. She saw her clothes were still on but could not remember the previous night's events. She tried to get out of bed but fell out instead. She hit the floor with a loud thud. She looked up and saw someone standing over her.
"Morning sleepy head"
Brenda scrambled away back up against the bed. She saw him standing there in a towel, fresh out of the shower. The water beads were rolling off his chiseled body. She found herself staring at the water droplets fall and looked down. Alex noticed her wandering eyes and smiled. She touched her head as it felt as someone was smashing the inside of her skull.
"What, what happened?" Brenda asked
"You drank with the French team, the Russian team, the American team, and tried to roast yourself in the fire"
"How did I get here?"
"Your welcome for saving you from becoming a human marshmallow. I carried you back in here after you, never mind"
"What? What did I do?"
"Nothing, you want to remember"
"Oh god! I didn't, I mean me and you-""
"I carried you back here and you passed out. And you drooled on my pillow. That was really unattractive of you"
"I have to go" Brenda said as she got up and stumbled a bit before falling into his arms.
"Slow down there," Alex helped her stand up, "Let me help you"
Alex lifted her up and carried her out the room.
"I can walk"
"Not really" Alex carried her into the kitchen
Brenda saw that everyone was in their rooms sleeping, and that the house was relatively clean. He set her down in the kitchen where she sat down into a chair. Alex was making a strange potion of sorts in the blender.
"An old Greek recipe" Alex turned on the blender
Brenda covered her ears in pain. The noise sounded a thousand times amplified. She swore she would never drink again. Alex stopped the blender and poured it into a glass for her.
"Drink it, you'll feel better"
Brenda took it and took a sip and spit it out.
"What is that? Fish guts?"
"You don't want to know what's in it. Just drink it and you'll feel better. Don't trust me? We've been drinking it all this time, that's how we've been able to party all this time and still look good in the morning"
"You didn't look so great yesterday"
"Yeah well it has its limits"
Brenda glared at him and then gulped it all down. She gasped for air or water or anything to wash out the horrible taste in her mouth.
"I'd offer you a chaser, but it's not noon yet" Alex said
"Do you enjoy provoking me?"
"I'm just wondering why you were drinking in the first place. I mean for a person that counts calories and tells me how booze is going to slow down my metabolism and all"
"I didn't wan to, but the French team was so pushy"
"Yes those French are pushy. Always gotta be there way"
"And I took a sip, and the Russians were there, and the American team was there, I didn't want to offend anyone"
"So that's why you drank yourself to a drunken state? To be polite?"
"No. I didn't know I was going to get so drunk so fast"
"Do you always do everything you're told?"
"What's your point?"
"Defensive aren't we?"
"I wake up in a stranger's bed, in a strange house, and you're passing judgment on me?"
"Last night you were singing another tune."
"Well that was last night and we're not repeating it again"
"You sure? I'm sure everyone wants an encore performance"
"Of what?"
"Before you passed out, you were being very polite last night"
"What do you mean?"
"You flashed everyone"
"I did not!"
"Yes you did, and I liked what I saw" Alex said with his cocky grin
Brenda turned bright red and pulled her shirt closer to herself and tried to cover herself. She squirmed and sunk down into her seat.
"No one was expecting it. Took everyone by surprise. We were all really impressed"
Brenda held her head in shame. She refused to believe what he was telling her. But he had no reason to lie. His cocky grin was enough to convince her. Brenda swore to herself that she would never drink again.
"But don't worry, I think we're out of booze, there's only a few bottles left, and the Russians drank all their booze already. Don't worry, we were all drunk. You won't be on girls gone wild ok?" Alex reached down and held her hand.
Brenda looked up at him and then at the clock. Her eyes widen as she realized she was late. She shot up and tried to leave. Alex grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm late for practice"
"You're about 6 hours late for practice"
"I have to go"
"Be careful"
Alex picked up a pair of his sunglasses and put them on her.
"You'll need these"
Brenda smiled almost, but turned away. She stumbled her way to the door. Alex sighed and followed her. He opened the door for her and she managed to get up and out the door. The few athletes walking by saw her leave the hockey team's house with Alex standing by the door in a towel. And soon the rumors would fly.
I'm back...and quite alive...I have survived finals...now shall there be more?
