The night was the perfect end to the week. Midterms were officially finished and it was a night to blow off some steam and up to that point we were doing just that. The three of us had been on the dance floor for hours, admittedly drinking a bit more than we should have, but really didn't care.
The end of the night saw the usual gauntlet of hanger-ons and can I have the last dance requests, which none of us were interested in. We lucked out with our cab, the young driver quite happy with the car loaded with loud young women. He looked a bit disappointed when we piled out at our place, but that's Friday night in a university town.
As I walked up the stairs to our apartment the girls made a big deal of "sushing" each other as loudly as possible, giggling all the while. Melanie, a short fiery brunette, opened the door to the apartment we all shared as we piled in behind her. Her black, one piece dress really traced her athletic body well, flowing like dark water as she moved. Cara, my busty strawberry blond friend leaned on the wall in the hallway, kicking off her low heels. I shook my head walking by in sympathy as she grimaced massaging her feet. I could never understand why she always picked those shoes to dance in, although had to laugh as she slowly skidded down the wall laughing.
"Come on you," I said laughing myself as I pulled her back up and directed her to the main room. She sat on the couch heavily, head laying back, eyes closed on the back rest.
"Cara, I swear if you puke I'm not cleaning it this time!" Melanie said loudly as she walked in behind us, dropping a bucket at her feet.
"Oh stop," Cara said smiling," I'm not that gone, just tired." The slur in her voice said more than her words ever would at this point.
I glanced over at her while walking out the door. Her short skirt was well past mid thigh, showing some rather shapely legs, I thought feeling a particular stirring deep inside. It didn't help that her blouse was stretched tight across her chest, the poor buttons straining to keep her contained.
I stepped out of the room to get a glass of water and tylenol for the poor girl. Long experience over the last few years told me Cara was going to be hurting tomorrow, so best to get ahead of things now. Walking back, water and medications in hand I saw Melanie had moved over to curl beside Cara on the couch. My eyebrow raised slightly seeing the hand on Cara's bare thigh as she gently brushed hair from her face.
I pretended not to notice anything as I placed the glass and pills on the table in front of the girls.
"Is she going to be ok?" I asked Melanie while walking to the other couch. I picked up the remote to turn on the tv, more for the low background noise than any interest in watching anything.
"Yeah," Melanie said softly. "You'd think she'd learn to stop mixing her drinks by now."