They spent most of the night that way. Raven hung back at the bar, drinking continually as he watched Lita dance. He found her intoxicating; he couldn't think about anyone or anything else as he watched her. Just her, and the nagging sadness in the back of his mind that he would soon not be seeing her very often. As he had done while they were dancing, he tried to memorize every little thing about her. The way the light was glinting off her hair, the way her eyes crinkled up when she laughed, the way she seemed to be in a world all of her own as she moved to the rhythyms of the club music.
Lita, for her part, danced most of the night, only periodically joining her friend at the bar when she was too tired and had to rest for one song. On about her fifth trip back, after they had been at the club a few hours, she noticed that Scott hardly seemed to be able to focus on what she was saying, and his speech was slurred.
"Great," she muttered. "Scott, you're plastered aren't you?"
He looked at her blankly. "That depends on what you mean by palstered...prastled...plas-you know, whatever you just said," he slurred.
"I mean are you drunk out of your mind?!?" she shouted at him.
"Oh," he said mildly surprised. "Yeah, I guess so."
Lita threw an angry glance at the barkeeper. He shrugged as if to say "don't-blame-me" and handed her Scott's carkeys. "Don't worry; I was looking out for him," he told her.
"Thanks," she nodded. "All right big guy," she told Scott, helping him up from the stool. "Time to go home."
Amy stumbled, half-carrying Raven back to the car. When they got there, she stood in front of it, trying to figure out how to reach the keys that were in her pocket, unlock the door, and get her heavy, drunk buddy inside without either of them taking a nasty tumble to the pavement. She finally decided to try to get some help out of Scott.
"Scott, do you think you can manage something for me?" she asked, struggling to keep him upright.
"Anything gorgeous. I'm your man," he mumbled.
"That's really reassuring at the moment," she thought to herself, but instead politely asked, "Do you think you can grab those car keys out of my right front pocket?"
"Um...yeah. You're not gonna get mad at me if I accidentally touch your butt or anything are you?"
"Just hand me the keys, Scott," she finally snapped, her patience breaking.
He did as he was told, and they were soon both safely in the car, with Amy in the driver's seat.
She was about to turn out of the parking lot, when she stopped and let her head drop down onto the steering wheel.
"Amy? Are you okay?" Raven asked quickly, his words only slurring a little as fear brought him partially out of his drunken stupor.
She shook her head a little, laughing softly. "I wouldn't suppose you have any clue in this state of mind what hotel you're even at, much less where to find it?"
Scott started to speak, but then closed his mouth and shook his head. "No, not really."
Amy laughed ironically to herself again. "Shoulda known. All right, I've got a couch. It looks like you're slumming with me for the night."
Lita, for her part, danced most of the night, only periodically joining her friend at the bar when she was too tired and had to rest for one song. On about her fifth trip back, after they had been at the club a few hours, she noticed that Scott hardly seemed to be able to focus on what she was saying, and his speech was slurred.
"Great," she muttered. "Scott, you're plastered aren't you?"
He looked at her blankly. "That depends on what you mean by palstered...prastled...plas-you know, whatever you just said," he slurred.
"I mean are you drunk out of your mind?!?" she shouted at him.
"Oh," he said mildly surprised. "Yeah, I guess so."
Lita threw an angry glance at the barkeeper. He shrugged as if to say "don't-blame-me" and handed her Scott's carkeys. "Don't worry; I was looking out for him," he told her.
"Thanks," she nodded. "All right big guy," she told Scott, helping him up from the stool. "Time to go home."
Amy stumbled, half-carrying Raven back to the car. When they got there, she stood in front of it, trying to figure out how to reach the keys that were in her pocket, unlock the door, and get her heavy, drunk buddy inside without either of them taking a nasty tumble to the pavement. She finally decided to try to get some help out of Scott.
"Scott, do you think you can manage something for me?" she asked, struggling to keep him upright.
"Anything gorgeous. I'm your man," he mumbled.
"That's really reassuring at the moment," she thought to herself, but instead politely asked, "Do you think you can grab those car keys out of my right front pocket?"
"Um...yeah. You're not gonna get mad at me if I accidentally touch your butt or anything are you?"
"Just hand me the keys, Scott," she finally snapped, her patience breaking.
He did as he was told, and they were soon both safely in the car, with Amy in the driver's seat.
She was about to turn out of the parking lot, when she stopped and let her head drop down onto the steering wheel.
"Amy? Are you okay?" Raven asked quickly, his words only slurring a little as fear brought him partially out of his drunken stupor.
She shook her head a little, laughing softly. "I wouldn't suppose you have any clue in this state of mind what hotel you're even at, much less where to find it?"
Scott started to speak, but then closed his mouth and shook his head. "No, not really."
Amy laughed ironically to herself again. "Shoulda known. All right, I've got a couch. It looks like you're slumming with me for the night."