Chloe was in a cute little pink car floating on a cloud. Just drifting further and further from the earth below. Brady was there too, except he was in his jeep. They had both started out in the VW Beetle, but Brady said it was making him uncomfortable and so she summoned his car for him. She was getting tired of driving alone though, and she missed Brady's company. He would come to her if he knew how much she wanted to be with him...

"Chloe, it's time to leave wake, up."

"Leave?" She sleepily mumbled. "No, I don't wanna leave yet, come ride in my car, it won't hurt you."

Back in the real world Brady and Blair were trying as hard as they could to get Chloe awake and off the couch, where she had fallen asleep earlier. Brady was trying a bit harder though; Blair seemed frightened and uncomfortable by the whole situation though.

"Brady, why don't you just carry her, she seems a little...eh...drunk," Blair said after prodding the sleeping Chloe and backing away.

"No, I want to wake her up, and find out exactly what happened to her, before I take her home and get myself killed by her parents." He positioned himself over her head and gently tried to shake her out of her sleep. "Chloe...Chloe wake up."

Chloe groaned. Slowly she found herself being pulled out of her world of floating pink cars and fluffy clouds, and arriving in a dirty house with two people standing over her. A feeling of confusion accompanied her headache. "Brady??" She guessed out loud as the room began to come into focus. "What happened?"

"Chloe, what did you drink when I was with Blair?"

"What, you think I'm drunk now?"

"Well I never said that, but..."

"Good, because I'm not. All I had was whatever they gave me."

"Whatever who gave you?"

Chloe rolled her eyes, and tried her luck at sitting up. "The people that were giving me stuff!"

Brady reached out to steady her as she sat up. "So you are drunk then, right?"

"Yeah, you're right I am," She agreed, and then after thinking added, "My parents are going to murder you, ya'know."

"I would deserve it too, this is Blair by the way," He said motioning to the girl that was standing beside him.

'Of all the times to meet somebody that you will eventually be competing with,' Chloe thought trying her best to fix her hair, even though she knew that no matter what she did she was still drunk, and Blair was still looking a whole hell of a lot better than she was. "I'm Chloe...it's good to meet you." She wasn't exactly sure whether or not to add an 'I've heard so much about you', it didn't seem quite appropriate seeing as to how she was having trouble standing up at the minute.

Blair looked to Brady for guidance. "Um...it's good to meet you too..."

Chloe looked around the room, she soon learned that the wonderful thing about being drunk was a total lack of self-consciousness, and the absence of that little thing inside your brain that tells you whether or not something was good to say. "Well, this is a bit awkward huh?" She looked at Brady. "So Brady, how was kissing Lindsay again?" Blair's mouth fell open as she stared at Brady.

"Chloe, we'll talk about that later when your ability to speak without slurring returns, ok? We've got to go home now."

"Wow, it was that good huh?"

And with that Brady swooped Chloe off the couch and walked to the door as dignified as possible, considering he was carrying a drunk Chloe on his shoulders.

Patrick opened the door for them without asking any questions, though he did look a bit confused. "I'll guess I'll see ya later Brady, and um bye Chloe." He was answered by her jabbering something about a pick car and some clouds.

Blair followed the duo to Brady's car, and waited while he laid Chloe on the seat and slammed the door. "You kissed Lindsay?!" She hissed.

"She kissed me, but I'll tell you about it later." And leaving her with a kiss on the cheek, Brady was in his car, and before she knew it he was gone.

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"Chloe, I'm going to take you to the penthouse to avoid getting killed by your parents, even though I should be for not watching you."

"Yeah," She murmured absent-mindedly starting out his window. She looked at him; "You've been drunk before right?"

Brady grinned, "Chloe, do you seriously have to ask?"

"So this is what it's like afterwards." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"Well Chloe, I don't mean to burst your bubble, but you're still quite drunk my friend."

"No, I mean I don't remember much, my head hurts, and I don't really care that much." She looked at him. "So that's what it's like after the dream fades away."