The party had gone exactly how Sam and Holly thought it would. The end of senior year blow out that everyone at their college needed, in their very own house. Graduation was less than a week away and finals had just finished, giving them 5 days for debauchery. So why not have a rager?
It was 3 am now and the house was just clearing out. Sam waved goodnight to his roommate before shutting his door. Holly, her head swimming with excitement and an enormous level of vodka in her system, saluted back to him and grabbed her doorknob. She was a little shaky on her legs, but no worse off than any other friday night.
Sam and Holly had been best friends their whole lives. They'd grown up next door to each other, graduated high school together, and had gotten their own apartment their sophomore year. They'd been there for each other through happiness and heartbreaks and although the future was a mystery, Holly was sure she'd spend most of her time with him.
Her mind was thinking to graduation, starting her career in money managment, marriage to a mystery man, kids. She was thinking so hard that she didn't notice the lump in her bed until she landed on it. She screeched, falling out of the bed. The bed thief looked up, confused, then went back to sleep. It was their friend, Erica, who had a disappeared before the party ended.
Melody growled, shaking Erica's shoulder to no avail.
There wasn't enough room in her bed for the two of them, but she'd be damned if she was going to sleep on the floor.
Drunk and pissed off, she stormed into the living room, ready to sleep on the couch. Then, she had a better idea.
Sam opened his door in nothing but a pair of briefs. Holly felt a blush creep up her ears. He was 6'5" and was lean and muscular, with chocolate brown eyes and dark, wavy hair. She, on the other hand, was short, barely hitting 5'2" and was pale as they came, with firey red hair, blue eyes and freckles covering a large portion of her face.
"Can i help you?" Sam asked, his posture showing that he was still drunk himself.
"Erica stole my bed. You're on the couch," Holly breezed past him, flopping onto his bed.
"Oh hell no, get out of my bed!" Sam grabbed her leg and started pulling. Holly refused. "Can't, I'm way too comfortable." She began to unzip her thigh high boots (which were knee high on people of normal height), revealing black knee high stockings against milky white skin. Sam released her leg, then left the room for a moment. He came back with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.
"Drinking contest. First one to take five shots wins the bed."
Holly laughed, kicking her boots off. "You're on." Sam lined the shot glasses up, pouring them to the top. He glanced back at Holly and saw her still in her crop top and tight skirt that hugged the curves of her hips that he'd always tried to ignore and the black knee highs. He couldnt help but see the smattering of freckles across her shoulders and wonder how far they went.
He shook the thoughts away, waving her up to his dresser. They each grabbed their respective shot glasses."
"One...two...three...go!"
They both downed their shots. Then the second set. Then the third. Then the fourth. Then the final.
Sam beat Holly by about thirty seconds.
Holly gagged on her last shot, the tang of the tequila sending shivers down her spine. She never drank it without limes and could feel the burn the whole way down.
Sam flopped onto his bed, spread eagle. "Ha ha. Now I'm drunk AND I have my bed." He laughed. Holly knew she'd lost, but refused to sleep on their lumpy, second hand couch. She hopped onto the bed next to him, refusing to move.
