"Ssh!" Julie hissed as she helped Will walk into his apartment. She was holding onto his elbow for dear life, as she had never seen him this drunk before. She didn't mind attending to Will when he was drunk, but she was far from sober herself. She ended up leaving her car down at Eclipse; she was in no condition to drive. She quickly closed the door behind her and kicked her spiked heels off by the door with the other shoes in the house, making sure they weren't in the doorway.
"Don't wake up Nick!" she stage whispered. "He'll kill us both," she reminded him, as she guided Will into the living room, careful not to slip and fall while walking over the freshly waxed linoleum.
"Too late," Nick said, glowering at them as he flipped the light on in the living room where he had been obviously sleeping. His brown hair and dress clothes were disheveled, like he had been sleeping in them for a few days, instead of a few hours. He quickly looked over Will and then looked at Julie, who was doing her damnedest to support Will while they stood in the doorway like sheepish children.
"God, you guys didn't drive in the condition you're in, did you?"
"Of course we didn't, Nick," Julie answered in slightly slurred speech. "The taxi drove us home." Julie looked blankly at Will. "Did we pay him?"
"Yes, Jules," Will answered, stumbling over to the burnt sienna colored loveseat. "Remember, he was impressed when you pulled the twenty out of your cleavage."
"Oh, yeah!" she exclaimed, flopping down on the matching couch.
Nick crossed his arms over his chest. "Well it's a good damn thing you didn't drive," he said, sitting back down on the couch next to Julie. "You're drunk and he's absolutely trashed," Nick remarked, directing his glance over at Will, who was slumped haphazardly on the loveseat, one foot on the floor and one foot on the couch. "I'm glad you're going to be here in the morning to take care of his hungover ass." He quickly turned back in Will's direction. "Get your boots off the furniture." Nick narrowed his eyes at his roommate. "Get my boots off the furniture, and thanks for asking to borrow those," he added with a sarcastic twist.
"Nick, are you angry with me?" Will sat up and looked at his roommate. "I didn't bring home any tricks like we agreed. I just brought home Julie." He pointed over at her, who was flipping through channels on their digital cable television. He bent down, and started taking off his boots. He let out a relieved sigh of achievement when he finished and could sit upright again.
"Of course I'm not angry with you. I'm just tired, and my ass has to be at work in four hours." Nick stood up, picked up his cigarettes, and his cell phone. "Goodnight, you two. Will, don't forget to lock up before you go to bed." Nick dropped a kiss on Will's cheek, and then dropped one on Julie's forehead. Nick flipped the light off before he turned to head up the stairs. Will stood up as best he could, forgetting he hadn't felt his feet for over an hour.
"Where are you going?" Julie asked, watching Will stagger back into the kitchen. She leaned over the couch to get a better look at him, trying to see what he was doing. Besides that, she just liked looking at his ass. Julie thought Will was an attractive man, despite the fact he slept with other men.
"I'm locking the door before I forget," Will said, double-checking the lock on the back door. He pulled the Venetian blinds down on all three of the kitchen windows before opening the refrigerator door and grabbing two sodas off the top shelf.
Will made his way back into the living room and sat on the couch next to Julie. He handed her a soda and then laid his head in her lap. They'd always had a special relationship; they had the kind of friendship where they could tell each other everything and anything. He tried to take a sip of his drink and proceeded to pour most of it in Julie's lap. He jumped up and began sweeping liquid off her skirt and she just sat there laughing. That's how he knew she was drunk; she was wet and didn't seem to care that he had just spilled half a can of Diet Coke all over her semi-new denim skirt. "Oh, shit! Jules, I'm so sorry!" He ran into the kitchen and pulled off a few paper towels to dab at her skirt and then to wipe the excess off the hardwood floor before it stained.
"Will, it's okay," Julie said, taking the paper towel from him and wiping off her legs and feet where sticky soda was dripping around her ankles. "It'll wash off. I'm just glad there isn't anything on the couch. Nick would flip the fuck out." Will nodded his head in agreement, knowing how much Nick's furniture was important to him. He sat back on the couch and Julie sat next to him, both of them sitting upright as to not have any more soda tragedies. Will quickly finished what was left of his and flung the empty can back into the trashcan next to the corner lamp. Julie finished hers, and sat the can down on the floor. This time she leaned her head in Will's lap and decided to find something to watch on television, picking up the remote to surf the onscreen program guide.
"Shit, I'm hungry," Julie announced, handing the remote to Will. "Find something to watch while I find food." She got off the couch and walked over to the pantry. She pulled open the door and went straight for the nacho tortilla chips they always had on hand. She ripped the bag open and sat back down on the couch, placing the bag between them. She and Will sat in companionable silence for a while; the only sound in the room was an old episode of Cops and the obtrusive sound of crunching chips.
"You know," Will started, his mouth full of chips, "I never did tell you how good you looked tonight. You look much too good to be hanging out at the gay bar with me."
"Well thank you, Wills," Julie said through a laugh. "You know a diva's number one rule: always look your best no matter where you are." She laughed at her own joke and then smiled. "Besides, I never get tired of hearing how beautiful I am." She winked at Will. "It's the same feeling you get when a cute chick tells you how good-looking you are. You eat that shit up."
