After possibly the longest make-out session known to man, Scott pulled the truck into the mansion's driveway and Jean helped Cyndi out on one side, while Scott helped Remy get out of the truck on the other side.
"Where are you taking them?" Jubilee asked curiously.
"To their rooms." Jean replied matter-of-factly.
"What? No! How are they gonna have sex?" Jubilee whined, a little less drunk than Remy and Cyndi, but definitely not sober.
"Girl, give it up. They ain't havin' sex tonight." Marie laughed as they followed everyone inside.
"Jeanie Weenie?" Cyndi asked softly.
"Yes, Sweetie?" Jean replied with a smile as she helped her up the stairs; Scott and Remy taking a breather at the foot of the stairs.
"Where are we goin'?" Cyndi asked, slurring her words together and closing her eyes momentarily as they walked. How long had the hallway been spinning? Did the Professor know the mansion could do that? It was simply glorious...
"I'm tucking you in, Girl. You've had too much to drink." Jean said kindly as she helped Cyndi walk down the hall and towards her room.
"Buuuuut, where's my sexy Remy? Ya know, Jean...he could tuck me in anytime." Cyndi laughed with an exaggerated wink which made Jean chuckle.
"You say that now...tell me that when you're not three sheets to the wind." Jean teased as they approached Cyndi's room. She opened the door and once inside, Cyndi stumbled and fell onto the bed then slipped slowly off of it and onto the carpet with a loud thud and a whimper.
Jean sighed and bent down to help her friend up again, making sure that she stayed on the bed this time.
"I'm going to get you set up for bed alright, Cyn?" Jean informed the brunette as she went through her dresser for a change of clothes.
While Jean helped Cyndi take off her make-up and get dressed for bed, Scott was helping Remy into his room.
"Hey, Scooter?" Remy mumbled to Scott as he stumbled down the hallway with Scott slightly behind him to catch Remy if he fell.
"Yea, Remy?" Scott smirked.
"Ma' Chere looked good tonigh', eh?" Remy slurred, bumping into the wall as he walked.
"Yes, she looked very pretty tonight." Scott confirmed with a smile.
"Ya know...I'm in love wit' her, Ami." Remy admitted openly. Scott chuckled a little, nodded and simply listened to him.
"I know ma' Chere be scared dat Remy'll hurt her...but he'd never. She an' Remy should have some baby's together, homme. Woul' our babies be good lookin' or wha'?" Remy smiled over at Scott.
"Absolutely." Scott smirked as they got to Remy's room and they let themselves in. Almost immediately, Remy passed out on his bed and was snoring away minutes later.
"My work here is done..." Scott chuckled to himself as he turned off the light and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
At approximately 5:30 in the morning...
Remy burst out of bed to vomit and while brushing his teeth at the mirror, he ran the events of the night before through his head...or at least, what he could recall in his current condition. He remembered Scott bitching about driving...the redheaded bartender...dancing with Cyndi...Jubilee laughing stupidly about something while he and Cyndi...made...out?
"Wait...wha'?" Remy asked himself after he spit out a mouthful of toothpaste and rinsed his mouth out with water, his head pounding and the room slightly spinning. He obviously wasn't 100 percent sober, but he was definitely more conscious than before. He leaned against the bathroom counter, closed his eyes and bowed his head down towards the sink to think a little harder. He searched his slightly intoxicated brain for more information and came up with nothing more than mere snippets of memories. But, sure enough, there they were kissing in the back of Scott's truck. Standing upright, Remy ran his hand across his chest to scratch and itch and realized his shirt was not only ripped and ruined, but smelled like Cyndi's perfume. Remy turned the water on and splashed some cold water on his face to wake himself up a little more.
"Wha' de hell happened?" He asked his reflection as he looked into the mirror, water dripping down his face before he reached for a towel and wiped it off. He had to go find Cyndi. Even if she was still drunk, he had to figure out what had happened. With her drunken memories and his drunken memories, perhaps they could piece together their drunken evening. He didn't care what time it was. This had to be settled now.
Not bothering to change out of his clothes or at least take his shoes off, he walked into the hallway, tripping over his steps just slightly as he headed two doors down to Cyndi's room. He knocked tentatively at the door and waited. When she didn't come to the door, he knocked a little louder. About a minute later, Cyndi came to the door looking rather beat down and slumping against the frame of the door with her head down.
"Whaaaaaat?" She replied hoarsely, not even looking up to see who was there. While her eyes were settled to the floor; she noticed familiar black leather shoes and looked up finally to see who they were connected to. It was Remy. Her face brightened up as much as it could have in her current state of being and she opened the door further to let him in, stumbling a little as she walked back to her bed and rolled onto her stomach.
"Chere...don' pass out." Remy chuckled a little as he watched her eyes begin to close. He laid down next to her, assuming the same position and turned his head to face her.
"Why's your shirt ripped open?" Cyndi mumbled against her pillows.
"Ya might have done it in a fit o' lust..." Remy smirked a little but closing his eyes, feeling tired again.
"What?" Cyndi asked.
"Do ya remember wha' happened last nigh'?" He asked as he snuggled up to her and kicked off his shoes finally.
"I remember drinking...lots of drinking." She yawned as she snuggled into him as well. Before they could utter another sentence, the two friends passed out once again.
Later that morning...
Deciding to let Remy sleep, Cyndi woke up, hopped in the shower and went down for breakfast. God, did every curtain and shade have to be opened just then? Cyndi groaned as she squinted her eyes and pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt, letting it shade her eyes a little as she shuffled downstairs.
"Is someone fuckin' kidding me with the sun today?" Cyndi said as she walked into the kitchen where Jean, Marie and Jubilee were having coffee.
"Mornin', Sunshine!" Marie smiled. Cyndi grunted her response and poured herself a cup of coffee before she joined her friends at the table, choosing to face away from the open windows. She took a sip of her black coffee and immediately let her head drop to the table with a thud.
"Did that hurt?" Jean asked with a smirk.
"Yes." Cyndi mumbled from under the veil of her sweatshirts hood. The girls chuckled and Jubilee scooted her chair closer to Cyndi.
"Do ya wanna know what ya did last night? Do ya? Do ya?" Jubilee asked giddily.
"Someone shut her UP..." Cyndi whined.
"We think you'll want to know this...it's juicy." Jean smiled. Cyndi lifted the fabric of her hood a little and peered up at Jean.
"How juicy?" Cyndi asked, suddenly sounding very sober and very alert. The girls gave each other amused looks and proceeded to fill her in on her and Remy's drunken antics.
"Jesus Tap-dancing Christ..." Cyndi sighed as she sat up and pulled her hood down.
"What's wrong?" Jubilee asked, appalled that Cyndi would be truly upset by the news.
"Nothing, Jubes. Life is just a basket of fuzzy kittens..." Cyndi replied sarcastically while rolling her eyes.
"Really?" Jubilee asked hopefully.
"Yea, that would be my life, if that basket was also loaded with a bottle of lotion and being lowered down to Clarice and I in the well..." Cyndi groaned. Marie cringed...she hated the movie Silence of the Lambs...
She turned to the saner two out of the trio and sighed.
"What am I going to do?" She asked Jean and Marie.
"I think you guys need to cut the shit and just get together already. That's what I think you should do." Jean said honestly.
"I think ya'll need to just sit down and talk about what happened and maybe why it happened." Marie replied softly, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Oh, I know why it happened..." Cyndi said as she recalled the 3 shots of tequila they all did in a matter of 5 minutes (minus Scott) when they first got to the bar. Damn open bar...
"I'm never drinking again." Cyndi sighed as her head went right back down on the table and her face was covered by her hood once again.
"Girl, you guys looked so good together." Jubilee finally piped up.
"You're not helping, Jubes." Cyndi mumbled as she pushed herself and her chair away from the table, stood, grabbed her coffee and walked off.
"Good job." Jean sighed.
Later that morning...
After leaving Cyndi's room, taking a shower and getting dressed; Remy went in search of Cyndi. Things had become a hell of a lot clearer in the last few hours and he knew for certain that not only had they made out...numerous times, but that he had confessed his undying love for her to Scott.
Smelling a cigarette burning, Cyndi looked up from her spot on the couch to see Remy coming down the stairs and smoking. For a man who had just pulled a late nighter, he still looked exceptional dressed in a tight white wife beater and navy sweatpants which hung low on his waist. Before she did something stupid, she had to come up with a plan and quick!
"What do I do?" Cyndi asked herself. Avoid him! That's what she'd do! So with that, she sprung from the couch just before Remy could see her and sprinted out of the room like Flo Jo. Little did she know that he had seen her back as she turned the corner and left. He sighed and took another puff of his cigarette. By now, it was obvious that she knew what had happened.