Claire leaned her head back, groaning and looked into the kitchen. She wasn't dying, she wasn't overly warm, she wasn't even having sex, much to her disappointment. The problem rested on the kitchen table behind her, now upside down in her vision. She had promised to wait and open the bottle of wine with her roommate to celebrate her roommate's new relationship with Cody, or Calvin, or Chris, or whoever he was but Claire really wanted to get drunk and Angel had been out on her date since five in the morning. Five! Who does that? Claire looked at the clock again and sighed. Midnight.
"Hurry up Angel," Claire groaned. "It's not like you need to get drunk anyway. You're going to get wasted no matter how the date goes. You'll probably wind up getting laid too."
Claire suddenly found herself gripping the couch she was sitting on in a death grip and forced herself to let go. She stared at the couch where her hand had been for a moment before sighing and standing. She walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She had dark circles under her sapphire blue eyes, golden blonde hair that she usually kept down but had in a messy ponytail now, and hadn't worn makeup since she was a young girl after she had been told, on a date granted, that she didn't need makeup to make her beautiful. Angel was the same way. She had turquoise eyes, hair that matched Claire's which was always down, and a perfect hourglass figure.
Claire was thin at twenty three and in college, and had a perfectly flat stomach, a small rear, and high B-cup breasts. She had always been ashamed of how small she was. Angel, on the other hand, was a lot more full despite being only a month older, which annoyed Claire to no end. Angel had a large firm rear that captured the eyes of everyone, boys, girls, lesbians, gays, even a few old folks had stopped and stared, granted they were all so senile they had no idea what they were even doing on the street. In addition to that, were Angel's 36C-cup breasts. They were a step below D and always drew attention. The last three guys Angel had dated had only been dating her to get at her rack. They had all been disappointed.
It wasn't that Angel wouldn't have sex, it's just that she was extremely shy about anything able to be related to sex. Even vegetables. When they had asked her if she would do various things with them, she clammed up and wouldn't speak so they took it as a rejection and dumped her for someone else, usually the campus slut who had DD breasts, an ass almost the size as her rack, and God only knew how many different lovers every day. Claire hated her. But then again, she was still bitter from the last three people she herself had dated who literally laughed in her face when she had asked if they ever intended to sleep with her then had dumped her for the campus slut. It wasn't even that she was rushing them. She had dated the first one for three months without so much as a kiss. The second for four months and the third for a year without getting past a quick peck every once in a great while.
Claire sighed again and looked down at her outfit. Bra, panties, and a very thin, very small white shirt that barely reached past her panties. None of it was anything overly fancy, more for function than fashion, as was everything she wore. After a couple more minutes staring at herself in the mirror lost in thought, she walked out of the bathroom and to the couch, sitting down and yawning.
Just as she did, the door finally swung open and Angel stumbled in. Claire looked over at her and was on her feet within seconds. Claire took Angel's arm and led her to the couch then sat beside her pulling her into a hug and gently wiping the makeup stains from her cheeks.
"What happened?" Claire prompted as she comforted her roommate.
"H-h-he s-s-said th-that...i-if I d-didn't s-sleep with h-him...h-he'd g-go a-after m-my s-sister!" Angel sobbed as Claire remembered meeting Angel's fourteen year old sister.
"So what did you do?" Claire questioned.
"W-what could I d-do?" Angel laughed humorlessly. "I p-protected my f-family."
Claire stared in both confusion and surprise at Angel.
"Why did he have to threaten you anyway?" Claire questioned. "I thought you wanted to sleep with him."
"He's an asshole," Angel stated, managing to stop crying a bit. "So I said no. He didn't like that."
"I'm so sorry Angel," Claire apologized wrapping her arms around her again. "I'm going to kill that bastard."
"No," Angel said pushing off of Claire and shaking her head. "Don't get involved. It's over. He's not going to be a problem again."
"No?" Claire questioned. "And what happens if he comes calling again? What happens if he threatens your sister again?"
"He won't," Angel promised, pleading for Claire to let it go.
Claire sighed and nodded and Angel smiled, hugging Claire again as Claire hugged her back.
"Did you at least get to get drunk?" Claire questioned.
"No," Angel laughed. "You've been waiting to drink that all day haven't you?"
"I promised I would," Claire smiled, walking to the kitchen and getting the wine and two glasses.
She came back and poured them each a glass and Angel drained hers happily. Claire laughed, drinking her own almost as fast and poured them both another glass. Both of those disappeared as quickly as the last and Claire poured another round. This time they drank them slower, both of them in a good mood again as Claire poured the last of the wine into the two glasses.
"Man, we're out," Claire complained.
"I think we've both had enough," Angel laughed leaning on Claire's shoulder. "Thanks for waiting for me. That's exactly what I needed."
"That's exactly what everyone needs," Claire laughed wrapping an arm around Angel. "I'm really sorry."
"It's alright," Angel sighed. "It's not your fault. And besides, you're always there for me. Sometimes I wonder why guys can't be more like you. You're perfect for me, except for the whole girl thing."
Claire winced but raised an eyebrow and looked down at Angel. Angel looked up at her smiling for a second before her eyes clouded. Claire was about to ask if she was okay when Angel reached up, placing her lips to Claire's. Claire froze, eyes wide in shock before Angel's head dropped, landing on her shoulder again as Angel began to snore lightly. Claire blinked in surprise then sighed and carried Angel to her bed, tucking her in before going down the hall to her own bed and sitting down. She should have noticed how drunk Angel was sooner. She had always been a bit more of a lightweight than Claire. Of course, it didn't matter what Angel did or said, Angel was the type that never remembered anything anyway.
"Fuck Angel," Claire sighed clenching her blanket tightly. "Why did you have to go out with that ass hole? Why can't you be like me?"
She sighed, sliding under her own blankets and stared up at the ceiling for several hours before her alarm clock rang. She groaned, shutting it off and standing. She went to the bathroom, knocking but no one answered. She glanced into Angel's room but she wasn't there.
"Angel?" Claire called out, pressing her ear to the door.
She heard something in the bathroom move.
"Go away," Angel spoke up, voice sounding like she had been crying for hours, or throwing up. "Leave me alone."
