"Brad," Tony called out in a whisper as he neared his friend asleep on the couch. Passed out on the couch was more like it. "Brad, you awake?" Tony asked a little louder now to the unconscious form below him. Brad's girlfriend Theresa walked softly into the dark living room and joined Tony in front of the couch. "Brad, wake up." Tony tried one more time even louder now and gently shaking him. Brad offered no response and continued sleeping.
"You see?" Tony asked as he turned to Theresa, who watched silently, "he's dead to the world. He'll be passed out until tomorrow afternoon."
"OK." Theresa relented as she turned and walked down the hall towards Brad's medium sized apartment bedroom with Tony following close behind her.
It was almost two thirty in the morning now, the three had gone out to a couple of clubs that night where they had been drinking pretty steadily since 9. Tony had taken a few days off from his job and came down from NY to visit Brad. The two of them had been friends since high school and had become roommates in college, which was where Brad had met Theresa in his junior year. Brad and Theresa had been going out for nearly three years now and were still getting along well in the relationship, the occasional fight happened here and there but nothing too major. Brad was quite attractive at a fit 5'10" with medium cut dirty blonde hair; he had done quite well with the girls in college and developed a bit of experience with the opposite sex before settling down with Theresa. Theresa was more than a little attractive herself with a tight body developed through years of dancing, which was her major, a gorgeous face and long blonde hair that reached beneath her shoulders. Together they were a very attractive couple.
Brad graduated the past summer and was able to find a good job in an area close to where Theresa was finishing up her last semester and they hung out fairly regularly. Tony graduated the same time as Brad and had moved up to NY shortly after that for a job he was offered. He was about two inches taller than Brad at 6' even with short brown hair. He was a slight bit over his ideal weight and not quite as good looking as his friend, but he was completely outgoing and his offbeat sense of humor helped him to land an OK number of girls. Tony and Theresa got along well also, Tony was always playing around and flirting with her, but that was generally the way he was with everyone else.
This night they had stayed in the city after going out for dinner and proceeded to get hammered. Brad had gone to the bar to pick up what was probably the group's eighth round when he was grabbed by the arm. He turned to see a pretty, obviously drunk, brunette in a short black dress smiling at him. "Hey, you're kinda cute." she slurred out, "come dance with me and my friends." Brad smiled and followed her as she dragged him to the dance floor. Her friends were out there too, a couple dancing with guys, the rest dancing with each other in a circle. He wasn't that good of a dancer but that didn't matter much since he just needed to sway with her as she pushed drunkenly against him. They almost got through an entire song before he was grabbed again by the arm, but this time more forcefully.
He turned to find a furious Theresa, "What are you doing?" she demanded angrily, pulling him back to the table. "Nothing!" he yelled back, "Jesus! Relax!" he was a little peeved at being pulled around like this. Theresa sat back down with a surprised Tony at the table, her arms folded across her chest. Brad took the offensive, "Fuck this! Let's just go." He left the table and the bar without looking to see if they were behind him.
"What happened?" Tony asked Theresa as she was getting up and putting on her jacket to follow Brad. "Nothing, lets just go get him before he leaves without us." she answered. They hurried to catch up with Brad and finally reached him as he got to the car.
The car ride back had been stony silence as Brad managed to get the three of them back to his apartment with a minimal amount of weaving on the road. Again there was no conversation as Brad opened the door and plopped down on the couch in the living room and Theresa stormed quickly to his bedroom and shut the door. "Bitch." Brad slurred as Tony sat down on the other couch along the side of the room. "She's always such a frickin' moron when she drinks." Brad continued.
"Ah, you guys are both idiots when you get drunk." Tony shot back as he took off his over shirt, shoes and pants. This was the couch Tony had slept on yesterday and he was making himself comfortable as he turned on the TV. Brad followed suit, still complaining about Theresa, as he stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers and lay down. There was no way he was sleeping in his bed with Theresa tonight he thought to himself. Brad continued to complain off and on about his girlfriend as they lay there in the dark room watching TV. Tony occasionally responded back with cracks.