Kirsten walked towards the kitchen, Samantha still in her arms. Marissa dropped the bags she was carrying in the foyer, and confusedly followed Kirsten. They both stepped into the kitchen, the music instantaneously becoming louder.

Marissa: Why is the floor wet?

Kirsten pushed through the room and out the French doors, which were standing wide open. Marissa followed closely behind. They each took a few steps out the back door and immediately stopped, taking in the sight before them. Ryan's head was flung back, his chest heaving from laughter. Sandy looked similar, although was trying to get words out between his laughter.

Sandy: (Between laughter) And then…sh-…she says…

Kirsten: You two are drunk!

Sandy and Ryan both turned their heads immediately looking over at Kirsten and Marissa. Sandy continued laughing, his head slowly turning back towards Ryan, looking almost too heavy to hold up.

Sandy: Uh-oh…I think we're busted.

Sandy and Ryan stared at each other for a second then burst out into laughter again. Kirsten and Marissa turned to each other, and then looked back at Sandy and Ryan. In and instant they both moved toward the hot tub. Kirsten looked down at the two glasses and almost empty bottle of bourbon at her feet.

Kirsten: God Sandy, you drank the whole bottle.

Sandy: Well, you see…Ryan here…is a man who knows how to hold his liquor.

Kirsten: Oh, well I'm glad you've found a drinking partner in our eighteen-year-old son.

Sandy: Aw…honey…

Sandy stood up, which in water…wasn't a problem. He stepped up onto the bench in the hot tub, and attempted to hoist himself out. As he crashed back into the hot tub, stubbing his toe on the bottom, he let out a small yelp, which brought smiles to Kirsten and Marissa's faces, and continued laughter coming from Ryan.

Sandy: Maybe I'll just stay in here a little longer.

Kirsten: Hold on…let me go put Samantha down, and I'll come back to help you.

Sandy: That…

He extended his arm out in the air, something Seth would be prone to do, even when sober.

Sandy: …is why I love you.

Kirsten was already halfway to the kitchen door, she turned back, looking over her shoulder.

Kirsten: That better not be the only reason.

Marissa stood with her arms across her chest, looking over a drunk Sandy and Ryan.

Marissa: You two have had quite the day, haven't you?

Sandy and Ryan looked at each other and nodded affirmatively.

Ryan: Yup.

Sandy: I think so.

Marissa couldn't help but laugh. Truth was, she'd been trying to hide the smile on her face since she'd stepped out of the house. It was quite a sight…Sandy and Ryan, both drunk, and soaking in the hot tub. They heard the music be turned down to an un-noise complaint level.

Sandy: Aww…The Allman Brothers…

Ryan: Good band.

Sandy: See…we'll have you listening to something other than Journey in no time.

Marissa: Good luck.

Sandy turned towards Ryan quickly, well…not quickly.

Sandy: Oh man, Ryan…

Sandy brought his hand down into the water causing it to splash.

Sandy: …we should play some play station. I think I'm getting really good at that ninja game…

Ryan shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head.

Ryan: Okay.

Marissa stared down at the two, her eyes shifting back and forth between the two characters in the hot tub.

Sandy: And you know what…

Sandy jerked forward, and brought his voice down to a whisper.

Sandy: (Whispering) …don't tell Seth. But, I think I found a combination better than X-O.

Both Ryan and Marissa laughed, and a few seconds later Kirsten walked out of her bedroom doors and onto the patio.

Kirsten: Okay you two…time to get out.

Kirsten reached down and helped Sandy out of the hot tub. She wrapped his towel around his shoulders and ushered him towards their bedroom door. Sandy looked back at Ryan who remained in the hot tub.

Sandy: Ryan…tomorrow, you and me, ninja game! To the death!

Ryan: I'm there.

Kirsten: Okay, okay…right now, you're going to bed.

Kirsten opened the door for Sandy and he stumbled through with Kirsten following behind. When the door latched, Marissa squatted down next to the hot tub. Ryan moved towards her, crossing his arms in front of him on the ledge and looking up at Marissa.

Ryan: So…how was your day?

Marissa: Not as fun as yours.

Marissa laughed and leaned down placing a kiss on Ryan's forehead.

Marissa: I've never been around you when you were drunk before.

Ryan: Well, there's a first time for everything…hmm, would you like to join me?

Marissa: Are you kidding? You already look like a prune.

Ryan shot her a playful, mock insulted look, and carefully hoisted himself out of the hot tub. Marissa stood up as well and took a step back, allowing Ryan to get out. Ryan took a step towards Marissa, but stumbled and fell into her. She let out another laugh and caught Ryan to the best of her ability. They both stumbled back a few steps and used their combined powers to stay on their feet.

Marissa: Having issues with gravity?

Ryan: Just a few.

Marissa picked up Ryan's towel and draped it around his shoulders. He took an unstable step forward and leaned in, kissing Marissa. When they parted, Marissa licked her lips.

Marissa: You taste like bourbon.

Ryan: Well, I'm pretty sure I drank about half that bottle…

Marissa: Yeah, I can see that.

Ryan smiled goofily and Marissa wrapped her arm in his, leading him to the pool house. She got Ryan to the bed and dropped him off, allowing him to land with a thud.

Ryan: Ugh…

Marissa moved through the pool house, stopping briefly in the kitchen to fill a glass of water, and then moved onto the bathroom, plucking the bottle of Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet. She made her way towards Ryan, who was lying on his back with his eyes closed.

Marissa: Here…take these.

Ryan opened his eyes, and Marissa extended both her arms out, a glass of water in one hand and two Tylenol in the other. Ryan propped himself up and extended his arms out.

Ryan: Thank you.

Marissa: I'm going to go in the house and see if Kirsten wants me to bring Sam back here. You…get changed, so you don't get the bed wet…or any more wet.

Ryan brought his hand up to his forehead, offering a drunken and sloppy salute.

Ryan: Yes'm.

Marissa shot a playful smile back at Ryan as she exited the pool house. Ryan popped the two pills into his mouth and chased them down with his water. He set his glass down on the nightstand and crossed the room, heading towards his dresser.

Marissa entered the kitchen and found Kirsten loading Sandy and Ryan's dirty steak plates into the dishwasher. She looked up at Marissa as she entered, the both stared at each other for a second, and then broke into smiles.

Marissa: Hey.

Kirsten: Hey…how's Ryan?

Marissa: Oh, he's fine.

Kirsten: I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad thing.

Marissa: How's Sandy?

Kirsten: Passed out.

Marissa laughed and Kirsten finished up with the dishwasher.

Marissa: Um…do you want me to bring Sam out to the pool house?

Kirsten: It's okay…I guess Ryan needed a day off. He might as well get the night off, too. I'll take care of her tonight.

Marissa: Okay…you sure?

Kirsten: Yeah, it's fine.

Marissa: Okay, thanks.

Kirsten nodded and Marissa turned, exiting the house, and entering the pool house once again. She closed the door behind her and stepped into a dark room. She stopped, trying to gain some sort of bearing in the dark room. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the light. She moved through the room and walked towards the bed, reaching under the lamp-shade, and turning the light on.

Ryan: Uhh…light.

Marissa crawled onto the bed and kissed Ryan on the cheek.

Marissa: Two seconds.

She hopped off the bed and made her way to the bathroom, changing her clothes and getting ready for bed. Marissa walked out of the bathroom, walking around the bed and turning the lamp off, before crawling into bed next to Ryan.

Ryan: Thank you.

Ryan opened his eyes for the first time since Marissa had turned the light on. He turned onto his side, facing her.

Marissa: Hey.

Ryan smiled and leaned in softly placing a kiss on Marissa's lips.

Marissa: Hmm…not sloppy this time.

Ryan: When was I ever sloppy?

Marissa: About fifteen minutes ago.

Ryan smiled and pinched at Marissa's hip, tickling her under the covers.

Marissa: Hey…hey, kidding!

Ryan stifled a laugh and pulled Marissa into him, nuzzling his head into the pillow next to hers. He took a deep breath and ran his hand up and down Marissa's back. Suddenly his head craned back, looking at Marissa.

Ryan: Where's Sam?

Marissa: Don't worry. Kirsten's got her.

Ryan: She's gonna watch her tonight?

Marissa: Yeah.

Ryan: Wait…so we're alone?

Marissa: Yup.

Ryan: Hmm…whatever shall we do?

Marissa: Hmm…I don't know.

Ryan leaned in and kissed Marissa once again. His fingers slipping underneath Marissa's tank top she was wearing. Ryan slid Marissa's shirt up her stomach, and pulled his lips away from hers.

Ryan: Sloppy?

Marissa: (Smiling) Not sloppy…

She craned her neck up, pressing her lips against Ryan's. She pushed him onto the bed, rolling on top of him. Marissa leaned in, kissing Ryan once again. Ryan put his arms behind him, and pushed both of them up, Marissa moved her legs so she was straddling Ryan. With one swift move Ryan pulled Marissa's shirt over her head, and she put her hand on his bare chest pushing him back down to the bed. The two squirmed out of the rest of their clothes under the covers, and were soon making love.