"You've got to be kidding me." Daria stared at herself in the mirror. A large smear of lipstick extended from her mouth halfway up her cheek. "Damn it, why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Maybe they thought it made you look slutty." Daria's friend Sheena giggled. "God, I sound drunk."
"You are drunk," Daria pointed out. "I can't believe you're still on your feet." She snatched a square of toilet paper from the role on the wall and scrubbed at the misplaced lipstick. "Good god, I can't imagine how I must have looked to everyone else."
"Told you. Shlutty." Sheena giggled again. "I mean slutty. You look hot, Daria."
"With lipstick all over my face?" Daria wet the toilet paper under the faucet, hoping that would help her remove the lipstick, but all it did was disintegrate the toilet paper. "Okay, fine. We're leaving."
"Hell, no," Sheena said. "I'm just starting to begin... I mean, having to begin... I mean..."
"You mean you're so drunk that if you don't get home soon you're going to pass out and I'll have to find someone to carry you." Daria shut off the water and checked the mirror. The lipstick was still visible, but she'd managed to get some of it off. "Let's go while you can still walk."
"I don't wanna leave yet." Sheena tried to grab Daria's arm and somehow got her boob instead. "Oopsie, wrong body part." She squeezed, and Daria gasped. "Or maybe not wrong," Sheena said. "Sounds like you don't mind."
"Oh, quit it." Daria swatted Sheena's hand away. She had to admit, it hadn't felt exactly unpleasant to be groped, but she wasn't into women. And Sheena was too drunk to even realize what she was doing.
"Fine." Sheena sulked. "If that's how you feel, let's just go."
The two women left the bathroom to the applause of a few men who'd clustered near the door, probably hoping to overhear some girl-on-girl action. "I was washing my face, you morons," Daria snapped.
"Yeah, but what were you washing off it?" one of the men responded.
"Lipstick." Sheena grinned. "You guys are prevee- pervee- aw, hell, you know what you are!"
"Yeah, and I bet you're just as pervy." The man who'd spoken slipped an arm around Sheena's shoulders, letting his hand fall to her tit. "Want to show me?"
"Leave her alone." Daria took Sheena's arm and yanked her away from the man. "She's drunk, and I'm not going to let some skeeze like you take advantage."
"Nah, she's going to take advantage herself!" another man said. His buddies responded with catcalls and whistles.
Daria hauled Sheena to the exit. It was so past time for them to get out of that party. She should have paid more attention to Sheena's alcohol intake; they should have left before Sheena got so sloshed. She just hoped she'd be able to get her friend back to her apartment before Sheena passed out.
"What's your problem?" Sheena demanded as they went out into the cold night air. "I was having fun!"
"You were about to get gangbanged by a bunch of creeps," Daria replied, scanning the street for a cab. Should she even bother waiting for one, or would it be better to try to walk Sheena the half-mile to their apartment building?
"So?" Sheena giggled again. The sound was really beginning to get on Daria's nerves. "A gangbang could have been fun."
"I don't think so." No cabs in sight, and Daria had left her cell phone at home. So walking it was. "Come on, let's move before any of those guys come out here."
"I could make them 'come' out here."
"Shut up, Sheena."
She took a few steps, then realized Sheena wasn't following. Rolling her eyes, she took Sheena's arm again and dragged her along. "I don't wanna walk!" Sheena protested. "The sidewalk won't hold still!"
"That's because you had too much to drink," Daria muttered. "Walking will be good for you. The air might help sober you up."
The walk, normally only five minutes or so, took nearly fifteen because Sheena kept stopping to complain about her feet hurting, or the sidewalk sliding, and once to remove her three-inch heels even though that left her to walk barefoot on cold concrete. Which of course gave Sheena something else to complain about. But by the time the women reached their building, Sheena didn't seem quite as drunk as she had.
Sheena's apartment was on the second floor; Daria's was on the fourth. Even though Sheena seemed fairly functional, Daria decided it would be best to get her into her apartment before leaving for the night, so she got off the elevator with her friend. "You comin' in with me?" Sheena asked.
"Yep," Daria replied. "Just want to make sure you get where you belong."
"I don't feel so good." Sheena fumbled her key out of her coat pocket and tried to get it into the lock. "Damn lock must have shrunk."
"Yeah, I'm sure that's it." Daria took the key from her and unlocked the door, then ushered Sheena inside. "Okay, do you think you can handle getting your clothes off so you can get some sleep?"
"I'd rather get your clothes off."
Stunned, Daria stared at her. "You're still drunk."
"Nope, just horny as hell." Sheena patted Daria's ass. "You don't really think me grabbing your tit back there was an accident, do you?"
Yeah, definitely drunk. There was no possible way Sheena was making a pass at her. Daria had been friends with the woman for a couple years now, and there'd never been any indication that Sheena was anything but completely straight.
But Sheena's ass patting had turned into ass rubbing, and Daria's body was responding even if she didn't believe she was interested. "You like this, don't you," Sheena purred. "You're hot, Daria. I've wanted to fuck you since we met, you know that?"
"Get some sleep," Daria said. "You're still smashed."