The party was gradually ending. Everywhere I looked, there were people passed out, being assisted whilst throwing up, or spilling drinks on whatever surface happened to be closest. There was the odd straggler, trying in vain to keep the night going.
We had had enough though. I was in the house of someone I didn't know, I'd had too much to drink (though by the looks of him, nowhere near as much as James, my boyfriend), and I wanted nothing more than to pass out then and there.
I had only gone to the party because it was to celebrate one of James' oldest friends leaving for Australia. I had never actually met the guy, and in my inebriated state wouldn't have been able to tell you his name or point him out if you'd asked me to. James had always kept me separate from most of his friends, I never really knew why and don't care that much anyway. I already have enough friends and don't want anymore.
Still, I had decided to go on the condition that I could bring my best friend and roommate along with me - Erin. Erin and I had met at university, where we are both in our second year of studying to become a primary school teacher. She's shorter than me, standing at a little under 5'4". Her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair is exclusively worn in a plait. She has large, pale blue eyes that combined with her hair, gave the impression that she's a very cold person, which could not be further from the truth. Her breasts are also much smaller than mine, but they suit her petite frame perfectly.
I, on the other hand, stand at 5'8", and have long, dark red hair that sits in whichever style I can be bothered for that day. I'm slightly more muscular than Erin, having swum nationally when I was younger. Whereas then I thought my 34D breasts were a hindrance, now they are my best feature, combined with my bright brown eyes.
I've been with James for five years, we met at school, and he's the only person I've ever been with. He spends most of his free time when he's not with me at the gym that me and Erin work at. This, combined with his 6'7" height, means he intimidates the toughest of men, though I always consider him as my teddy bear.
In that moment though, he looked like more of a toddler, struggling to stand upright and failing to get coherent words out.
'Come on,' I said, though even in my drunken state I could hear that my words, too, were slurred. 'Let's find Erin and go upstairs.'
His face lit up for the merest fraction of a second, the thought of a threesome clearly entering his mind. It vanished as quickly as it appeared though, as the still sane part of his brain kicked into action, telling him that a threesome was most definitely not on the cards at all.
As if to confirm this, James took this opportunity to fall over. I sighed at the state of my boyfriend and searched for Erin. She had disappeared some time earlier with a guy that I had never seen before, though how long ago this had happened was anyone's guess.
Deciding on the spot to leave my boyfriend on the floor, I moved out of the living room and into the kitchen. One man attempted to loop his arm around me, which I immediately shrugged off, cringing at the dampness of his sleeve which had clearly had several drinks spilt down it. Dotted around were a few couples embroiled in what they must have thought was passionate kissing, though in reality they looked more like fish flapping about on land.
With no sign of her in the kitchen, I went out into the garden and spotted her talking to a group of guys, all of whom seemed to be pining for her attention.
'Erin,' I called.
She looked up, in the middle of laughing at a story one of the boys had been telling. Even drunk, I couldn't help but marvel at her smile. It was by far her best feature and lit up whichever room she was in.
'Hey Ruby,' she replied. 'This is...' she gestured around but had evidently forgotten everyone's names. An awkward silence descended. I smirked, not wanting to help her out.
The pause became uncomfortable.
'Anyway,' she continued, clearly looking to brush over the awkwardness. 'What's up?'
'Me and James are going to bed,' I said before pausing and thinking. 'Provided I can get him off the floor. You coming?'
She beamed. 'Wouldn't miss it for the world,' she exclaimed, before finishing her drink and getting to her feet. She looked around at her audience. 'It's been a pleasure boys, but I can hear the mattress calling my name.'
It took a while for us to make it back to James, largely on account of Erin hitting a guy who had groped her on the way through the kitchen. Eventually, however, we found James unconscious in the exact spot that I'd left him.
We both looked at his lifeless form, then at each other, and back to James.
'How the fuck are we going to lift -' Erin began, but was cut off immediately as James woke up, gasping at the water that I had thrown over his face. He looked like a lost puppy for a few seconds, before his eyes focused on me.
'Come on, lightweight,' I said. 'We're going to bed.'
We had travelled quite far to get to James' friends house, and so he had kindly said that we would be able to crash in one of his spare rooms. Even so, it took nearly ten minutes to get there due to James not being able to fully support himself as well as his drunken astonishment at the most mundane things.
The process was considerably sped up when Erin and I were assisted halfway up the stairs by James' elder sister Emily. I had met Emily a few weeks after me and James had started dating. She was a few years older than me and James and had used her status as big sister to warn me that I would regret it if I ever hurt her baby brother. After that, however, we had got on well. We had gone shopping multiple times, and I had helped her come out as gay to her family.
Emily was as short as James was tall. She was only 4'11", but, like James, she worked out a lot, giving her a very defined body. Her breasts were enormous for her size though, 32E if I had to guess. She had dark brown hair, the same colour as James.
With Emily's assistance, me and Erin finally managed to get James into the room, before she bade us goodnight and closed the door, mentioning something about a girl she wanted to find.
'I'll sleep on the floor,' James mumbled. 'For I am nothing, if not a gentleman.'
Erin and I laughed, as James followed this pronouncement with a bow, which made him nearly topple over.
'You truly are our knight in shining armour,' Erin responded, as she kicked off her Converse and flopped on to the single bed.
'You are welcome, m'lady,' came James' response, before he lumbered down to the floor and lay on his back.
