The sight of Pauline lying prostrate on the couch was not very unusual. On these Friday or Saturday evenings, the three apartment mates would go off on their individual adventures, but inevitably would converge to this single scene. A sigh of tired resignation escaped the thin redhead, Hannah. Beside her, the more robust blonde slipped off her purse and approached the low black sofa.
"Dammit, I'm so tired to dragging her off to bed every weekend," Abby fumed, her English accent still strong even after a decade living in this country. "If she's going to drink herself stupid like that, I say let her sleep it off where she falls. Teach her right if she gets a bad back because of it."
"I second that," Hannah said. "But, then we wouldn't have much room to sit, would we?"
To demonstrate the point, Hannah lifted Pauline's legs from the end so she could take the barely vacant seat.
"She's too big to be lugging around anyway," Abby observed, bending over to pull off the unconscious girl's black leather boots. This was invariably the first part of what had become a ritual in dealing with their friend's weekly excesses.
Hannah nodded, looking over their roommate as she lay sleeping. It was a minor miracle ever she made it back home at all. Probably got a ride from someone who didn't want her hanging around whatever party she was making a fool of herself at.
With her mouth half open, and those chubby cheeks, she looked rather like a baby, complete with drool. She had a habit of dressing for these nights in a manner that would have been more flattering on a woman of slender girth. Her sleeveless bright red top was tighter to the body than the original designer no doubt intended, but the matching mini skirt was flattering to Pauline's still shapely legs. Her sleek black hair was now a matted and disordered mess from sweat activated mousse. In short, Pauline looked something like a slovenly version of sleeping beauty.
"She goes out to these parties looking to get laid, you know," Abby remarked, folding her arms. "It's amazing she never does. Probably too fat and ugly for them, even drunk."
"Don't be like that," Hannah replied, frowning. "It's a terrible thing to say. Besides, she isn't that big. She may be no athlete, but you can't say she's fat. She does kinda look good in that outfit, too. You don't have to be so mean."
"It's fun to be mean," Abby laughed. "I mean, look at her. Have you ever seen such a pathetic sight? She tries too damn hard, and can't hold her drink for anything."
"Lower your voice, she'll hear," Hannah hissed, unable to hide her smirk. It was true; Pauline was a terrible drunk. By the look on Pauline's face, it didn't appear they had to worry about their volume. The woman was out cold. Hannah gently picked some of the dark hair away from her face.
"You know, we have to do something about her," Abby said, kneeling down on the carpet beside them. "The joke's wearing a bit thin. We need to think of an appropriate punishment."
Hannah bit her lip in thought.
"Well, I know there's that prank guys will play on each other, where they dip their pinky finger in a bottle of warm beer and it makes them go pee in their sleep. Something like that."
Abby gave an evil grin.
"That is a good one," she admitted. "But, I was thinking of something even more wicked. It would suit Pauline to a 'T'. As long as she remains asleep, I say we tease and play with her privates until she orgasms."
