It was after 1 am when Danny and the girls made it to his house. The limo pulled up and Danny helped them out and up to his room. Karen had heard them arrive and peeked out of her room to see her son and all three girls giggle into his bedroom. She was just happy they all made it back safe. The odds of the four of them doing anything else but hanging out was ridiculous, right?

Danny flipped on the string of white lights he had hanging around his ceiling since middle school. There was something about the soft, twinkling lighting that made him feel warm and calm.

Phoebe plopped herself down onto one of Danny's bean bag chairs and began working on taking her heels off. Regina had ditched her heels at the front door and now busied herself with Danny's microscope.

Lacey fell back onto the bed as Danny helped her out of her shoes. He carefully unbuckled the straps and slid them off, smiling as he rubbed each foot and worked his hands up along her calves and back down.

"God Danny, that feels so good—" Lacey groaned as he applied more pressure to the balls of her feet.

Phoebe watched as Danny, Lacey and Regina seemed to fall into a comfortable groove, just enjoying being in the same room together without having to be down each other's throats.

"Y'all have been here before." Phoebe smiled.

Danny turned to side-eye her, "Hey, no judgment here tonight."

Phoebe smiled bigger knowing she was right, "I can't believe quiet Regina Crane is such a Naughty Nancy."

"I'm not quiet." Regina asserted, "Not too many people give me anything worth responding to." She didn't deny being naughty.

"Easy, this is a safe space, Phoebs. You'll be kind or you won't be invited back, understand?" Danny wasn't about to let Phoebe ruin this night.

"Yes, Captain." She exaggerated.

"Daly, I mean it. Play nice or get out." Danny was more firm.

"Sorry Crane."

Regina rolled her eyes.

"Same goes for you." Danny said quietly to Regina.

Lacey popped up onto her elbows, "Yeah what is the deal between you two anyway? You have everything in common—"

Both girls guffawed at that, "Oh yeah? Like what?!" Phoebe asked.

"We're nothing alike—" Regina was horrified.

Lacey smiled at their reactions, "Why do you hate each other so much?"

Regina huffed out a single chuckle and went back to adjusting the microscope. Phoebe relaxed against the bean bag and stared over at Regina.

"I don't hate Regina." Phoebe answered honestly.

"You locked her in the pool house." Lacey reminded her.

"I was on drugs!" Phoebe moaned, frustrated she had to explain this again.

Danny's face scrunched up, "Really? That's what you're going with?"

Phoebe played with the hem of her dress before looking over at Regina, "Regina, I'm sorry I locked you in the pool house."

Regina rolled her eyes again and didn't respond.

"Was that so hard?" Danny teased Phoebe, "What about you, Regina? What's your beef with Captain Daly?"

Regina ignored the question, her eyes glued to her view through the microscope, "Is this—like, grass I'm looking at?"

"It's a scallion." Danny clarified for her, "I asked you a question."

Regina sighed and leaned back in the desk chair, "I don't hate you, Phoebe. You annoy me, there's a difference."

"She is annoying." Danny nodded and looked back at Phoebe for her reaction.

"Hey! You said this was a safe space!" Phoebe blew out.

Danny laughed his husky jock laugh and dodged a pillow that Phoebe heaved at him. Regina giggled to herself and Danny was thrilled to see them both smiling at the same time.

"You guys don't have to be best friends, or friends at all really, but the three of you are important to me. If you can't be friends, can we all at least agree not to be enemies?"

Regina and Phoebe regarded each other silently for a long while. Regina broke first, "I don't have time for enemies anyway." She shrugged, and that was as much as she was going to give.

"I really am sorry about the pool house, Regina." Phoebe said seriously, "You didn't deserve that."

"Accepted." Regina answered, "You are annoying though, even Danny agrees. I'm not apologizing for that."

Danny and Lacey busted out laughing at Regina's ability to completely roast someone in such a concrete, nonchalant way.

"Message received." Phoebe giggled.

Danny helped Lacey to her feet and reached to help her unzip her dress. Lacey slid it off and stepped out, revealing a matching emerald green bra and thong set. The set was satin, simple and absolutely stunning.

Danny's eyes raked over her body and made their way back to Lacey's face. He connected with her, showing an intensity that matched hers. He reached out and ran his fingers along her sides lovingly. It was as if he'd never touched her before, he was careful, respectful. Lacey's heart ached.

"You take my breath away." He said softly.

Lacey closed the distance between them and initiated a soft, unhurried kiss. The passion was there. They could always devour each other as fast as possible, but they had all night.

No one had made specific plans to go back to Danny's room tonight other than Lacey. There were no discussions on the ride home about anything related to the four of them being involved in any sexual activity. Instead, they just all wanted to be there, together.

Danny was right, his room was a safe space. He liked to be free, feel love. Whatever progressed would do so naturally. No pressure, no expectations, just Danny and the women he cared about.

Sunlight.

Lacey was the first to wake up. She studied the opaque stars glued to the ceiling. Danny's room. She knew immediately that there was gravity, she didn't feel right. Anxiety crept in the longer it took her to remember what happened the night before.

Prom.

She shifted silently to survey her surroundings. Danny was passed out face down on the bed next to her. He was shirtless and looked to be mostly alive, breathing anyway. She didn't feel better.

Dancing.

Lacey sat up as gracefully as possible, connecting that she definitely was not wearing a shirt. She pulled the sheets away and quickly assessed the rest of herself, yep, definitely not wearing any clothes.

Drinking.

She pulled the sheet around herself tightly and blinked her tired eyes a few times to get them to focus. She spied Phoebe nestled into one of Danny's bean bags, she was wearing a set of his pajamas.

Massage.

There were clothes everywhere. Dresses, underwear and various layers to Danny's tux. Her eyes traveled to his desk and took in the empty Hennessy bottle and four shot glasses he had bought himself on some of their family camping trips. Oh god.

More drinking.

Four glasses. Lacey scanned the room again quickly, had Regina been with them? Lacey rubbed her face and looked back over at Danny, doing a double take when she realized he had what appeared to be three arms.

Kissing.

She tipped her head up to see beyond Danny and saw blonde hair splayed everywhere before spying a naked hip protruding on the other side of Danny's spent body. Regina, check.

Danny's body.

She moved to get off the bed in search of ibuprofen for the merciless pounding in her head when she felt that familiar post-intimacy stretch plus the product of Danny's love come gushing out of her. She had sex last night.

Sex.

As she began navigating the clothes and shoes strewn about her urgency to either pee or throw up came at her in incessant waves. She made it to Danny's dresser and raced to pull on a sweatshirt and a pair of his shorts.

Sharing is caring.

Lacey's anxiety notched up again as she looked over at Danny's arm wrapped around Regina. Her eyes traveled to the ball that was Phoebe at the far end. They had all had sex with Danny last night. She suddenly remembered it all.

Bathroom. Now.

Lacey ran from Danny's room on a mission. She slid the bathroom trashcan in front of her as she sat on the toilet, daring one or the other to show itself. Her stomach wretched and heaved before the trashcan won, followed by the toilet.

Never again.

Lacey sat like that for a while. Random memories of the night before popping into her head as the tiny bathroom spun just enough to keep her nausea stoked and ready. Eventually she made it to the sink and washed her face, staring at herself and trying to recognize who she was and what she was doing hung over after a crazy night of being reckless.

Barbells.

Lacey made her way downstairs for water, thoughts of Phoebe's athletic body and the sounds it pulled from Danny were on loop inside her head. Lacey couldn't recall a time she had heard Danny sound the way he did when he was with Phoebe last night. He loved fucking her.

The innocent.

Lacey sipped the water slowly as Regina's hesitant body language splashed through her thoughts. Danny pushed her last night, tearing down the walls she had recently built around her heart in hopes of not drowning in him again. Lacey shook her head knowing that when Regina woke up with Danny's arms around her and no promises for more than the good time they shared, she'd be crushed.

Marriage.

Drunk Danny had no filter. He point blank asked Lacey to marry him twice last night when she was riding him. He professed his undying love to her in front of the others and held her in ways he reserved only for her. He wanted her back, he always did. Lacey groaned as she remembered pushing him toward the other girls every time he asked her for more. What had she done?

Birth control.

They were fucked. They didn't talk about it at all. No one asked the questions last night. No one thought about anything deeper than the way they all felt together completely naked. Lacey's stomach lurched as she replayed Danny repeatedly finishing inside all three of them during their hours-long after party.

Regret.

Lacey decided she had made a mistake. It wasn't the after party, it wasn't getting drunk, it was letting Danny go in the first place and then continuing to push him away. It certainly quelled their collective curiosity about sexual freedom, but did nothing for their jealousy issues. She wanted him back.