The Morning After
Derek emerged from his room carrying his towel and heading for the bathroom. For once he was confident he wasn't going to get beaten to the shower by Casey.
Lizzie was standing in Casey's doorway looking fresher than she should considering the amount of alcohol he had seen her put away.
"Morning Liz. How's the head?"
She yawned. "Fine. I'm a postgrad student, D, I can hold my alcohol. Have you seen Casey? She's not in her room."
Derek looked thoughtful and then he grinned. It was a genuine grin, not a trace of a smirk. He walked to his own bedroom door, opened it and poked his head round.
"You decent?"
The answer was obviously affirmative because he opened the door wider and Lizzie could see into the room.
Casey was still in his bed, the covers pulled up to her neck, but Lizzie would be an idiot if she didn't understand the situation and Lizzie wasn't an idiot.
"When did this happen?" She made a waving movement with her hand. "The deed I mean. I know the foreplay has been going on for a decade and a half."
Casey blushed. Derek chuckled.
Lizzie laughed. "At Marti's 21st?! God! Don't tell her. We'll never hear the end of it."
"Tell me what?" A voice came from behind them. Marti came to Derek's bedroom door to see what they were looking at.
The squeal probably woke up the whole house. Lizzie smirked at Casey.
"If I were you I would get out of bed and put some clothes on. Mom will be up in a minute to see what's going on."