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Twist of Fate
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Intoxication
(From where we left off)
"Dylan!" Fox yelled. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"I..uh, poor Miss Theresa here is a little drunk," He chuckled.
"Hellooo Foxy!" She slurred, wobbling over to hug Fox, then Whitney.
"Theresa, how much did consume?" Fox asked, holding her upright.
"About this much," She giggled, holding up her fingers.
"You sure about that Theresa?" Whitney asked.
"Aahh, silly Whitney." She waved her off. " You worry too much. I feel fantastic!"
"You look drunk," Fox stated.
"Whoo!" She twirled, luckily Fox caught her.
"I think it's time for you to get some rest," Fox said.
"No! I'm not tired. I just said I feel fantastic!" She insisted.
"Fox, calm down. Theresa's alright," Dylan said.
"How much did you let her drink!?" Fox yelled at him.
"Man, why are you all concerned? Theresa can take care of herself without you coming to her rescue. I mean before you and Whitney barged into the room, we were having fun," A drunken Dylan said.
"What are you implying?" Fox asked.
"You had your chance with Theresa. It's too late now Pal."
"You think this is about me and how I feel about Theresa?" Fox asked.
"Oh wait, I forgot. You're too caught up in Miss Tennis Player's beauty," Dylan revealed. Fox glared at him, appalled
"What is he saying, Fox?" Whitney asked.
"Nothing. He's drunk out of his ludicrous mind to think properly." Fox replied. Damn you Dylan. Liquor has horrible side effects on your personality.
"I think you need to go back to your hotel now Dylan," Fox added.
"Fine, but you watch out Whitney…what a Crane wants, a Crane gets," Dylan slurred, then he went out the door.
"He's just delirious, I think I'll walk with him out. At least until he gets in the taxi," Fox said. I hope Whitney believes me. Thanks to intoxicated Dylan, she'll be having suspicions. I don't want her to find out that I'm in love with her by Dylan's oversized mouth. Now's definitely not the appropriate time for her to know.
"Ok…" Whitney said. "I'll try to calm Theresa down."
Fox went after Dylan.
"Theresa, I think you should get some rest ," Whitney suggested.
"No, I'm fine Whit," She waved her off with her hand.
"You're tipsy Theresa," Whitney said.
"no. No. Stop worrying. For once, just relax will you?" Theresa said.
"I am relaxed." Whitney told her.
"What were you doing…with Dylan?" Whitney asked.
"We were having fun."
"He didn't try to take advantage of you, did he Theresa?" Whitney asked, concerned.
"No. I kissed him back out of my own free will."
"Fox looks upset," Whitney indicated.
"He should be. He and his mystery girl didn't get to spend the day together," Theresa said.
"About that girl of his, do you know who she is, by any chance?" Whitney asked.
"I have no idea. Fox wouldn't tell me." Theresa yawned.
"Did you hear what Dylan said earlier? About telling me to watch out?" Whitney asked.
Theresa thought for a moment. "Hmm, I'm not sure. I wouldn't take his word. Dylan's a little tipsy too!"
Whitney started thinking. "What a Crane wants, a Crane gets"…what exactly was Dylan trying to say? And for me to watch out? For what? Or was he telling me to watch out for Fox? But why? Fox said Dylan was just saying nonsense, but what did he meant by that?
"Theresa, will you be alright?" Whitney asked.
"Of course I am. I'm a big girl. Stop acting like Mama and constantly worrying about me. I'm not gonna do anything stupid," Theresa assured her.
"Are you sure?" She asked again.
"Yes! Stop pestering me Whit," Theresa said.
"It's just that I'm really tired and I wanted to get some sleep." Whitney told her.
"Then go!" She shooed her. "I'll be in bed soon, don't worry about me. I'm beat. I'm just in the mood to let all this remaining energy out…I'll be fine, TRUST ME."
"Fine. Goodnight Theresa." Whitney said. At least she's calmed down from earlier. She's still a little drunk, but she'll be fine.
"Night Whitney." Theresa then flopped on the couch with her arms wide open. She then got up and twirled around the room. After that, she resumed her position on the couch. A few moments later, Fox came into the room.
"Foxy!" She smiled wearily. "Got some fresh air?"
"Sure. You should be getting to bed Theresa," Fox said, noticing her droopy eyelids.
"Hmm…later…" She mumbled, curling up into a ball on the couch.
"Theresa…" Fox whispered, gently shaking her shoulders. Unfortunately, Theresa already fell sound asleep.
"Great. I was going to question her but I guess that would have to wait till morning." Fox said.
"Why can't you be like this when you're conscious?" Fox asked, softly running his hands through her hair.
"More reserved and forgetful about old Ethan. Maybe for once, you'll completely let him go and the idea that you're going to end up with him because sorry to disappoint you, sometimes the course of true love never runs smoothly. I should know. I mean tonight Whitney came so close to finding out the truth, thanks to Dylan. He should be banned from all bars. Sure he's trustworthy, but when he's drunk, things tend to slip out. Just like tonight."
"Mmm…" Theresa moaned softly.
"I should take you to your room," Fox said. "Wouldn't want you to fall off the couch. Your delicate little body might not be able to handle the impact," He joked. He then lifted Theresa off the couch and carried her to her room.
"Goodnight Theresa," He softly whispered. "Don't have sweet dreams about my dear half-brother. Preferable you dream about dear old me." He then gently kissed her forehead.
(The Next Morning)
"Ugh…this has got to be the worst hangover in the world," Theresa grumbled as she got up from bed.
"I don't remember what happened last night…" She said, rummaging through her mind for any hints.
"Oh yeah…I went out to a club with…Dylan, and I guess I must've gotten completely intoxicated." She mumbled.
"Remind myself to never get that drunk, ever again. Oh god, I hope I didn't end up sleeping with him!" She panicked.
"I don't want another little Ethan on the way…please not with Dylan anyway.
"Then, what else happened?" Theresa thought for a while. "Oh yeah, came home…ugh, I made-out with Dylan??"
"Definitely, no more clubbin' for me.
"How did I get here? Did I happen to just collapse on my bed? NO wait, Fox must've carried me here…but Fox? When did he come into the picture??" She asked herself.
"I vaguely remember but he walked in on me and Dylan…kissing…oh great. I hope that was as far as I went with the guy…
"Fox carried me to my room…" She smiled to herself, with her dreamy expression all over her place. "He's definitely lost his bad boy rep…"
(In Fox's room)
"Morning…another day to try and dispose of Chad. Well at least to separate him away from Whitney." Fox mumbled to himself.
"Last night was…strange. Theresa being drunk of her cute little butt and making out with my so-called best friend…memories I'd definitely want to cherish," He sarcastically said.
"I think I just want to stay in bed the whole day and skip the meeting I have with Trish." Fox said as he collapsed on the bed again.
"Fox?" Theresa knocked. He bolted up.
"Theresa?" He asked, surprised to hear her.
"Are you awake?" She asked.
"I just woke up," He said.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"Sure, door's open." He answered.
"Hey sleepyhead," Theresa greeted.
"Good morning. Slept well?" Fox asked.
"No. I've got the worst hangover in the world. My head is killing me," Theresa told him.
"Yeah, how could it not after you inebriated yourself with liquor after liquor?" Fox asked.
"Thank you," Theresa said.
"For what?" He asked confused.
"For carrying me into my room last night," She said.
"Oh that. No need to thank me. I was just taking you to your room," He said.
"But thanks anyway. And what exactly went on between me and Dylan?" She asked.
"You and Dylan…" Fox said reluctantly. "Well, let's just say you two were too intoxicated out of your mind to care."
"We just kissed right?" Theresa asked.
"Yeah, that was all…" Fox said, rather annoyed. Who knows what kissing would have led too if I hadn't came home.
"Good." Theresa sighed in relief. "How do you get rid of a hangover?"
"Make you eat lots of eggs, luscious bacon strips, juicy ham topped off with a nice chunk of fatty butter, and a nice creamy coffee to drink…" Fox said.
"Ugh…" Theresa moaned as she rushed to the bathroom.
"Like that." He smiled to himself as he heard Theresa purged.
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