Amy tilted the drink in her hand slowly and poured it into the potted plant next to her. She had never been a drinker, partly because she was only 18 and partly because she just never felt the desire. Unfortunately that made parties like this one highly overrated. But she could never say No to Andrew who had practically dragged her here kicking and screaming. Andrew was Amy's popular, party-loving twin brother. He had assured her that missing the huge prom after-party was a mortal sin. Amy hadn't even wanted to go to Prom but some of her friends had talked her into letting her hair down for at least one time before leaving high school forever. And once Andrew had found out she was going to the dance he had insisted she come with him and his annoyingly perky cheerleader girlfriend to the party.
To be fair Amy wasn't exactly unpopular. In fact she'd had a steady string of boyfriends through most of high school. Honestly, Amy was considerably more popular than most girls at school because of her model good looks and her endearing football quarterback brother. She really couldn't complain. But all the popularity in the world wasn't worth sitting through much more of the party. Drunk people annoyed Amy, they were weak and stupid and easily manipulated. She had never understood why Andrew liked to drink so much, but she was sure he was one of the stumbling bodies wandering around the large house. Amy tossed the empty cup into the trash can behind her and slithered through the crowd to tell her brother she was leaving.
It took considerable effort to coax her Andrew's location from his nearly incoherent girlfriend. After divulging that he'd drifted upstairs Amy left the girl slumped on the floor in the hall. She'd never liked any of Andrew's girlfriends and they were all the same so she felt nothing but annoyance as she gave one fleeting glance to the girl and then found her way upstairs.
The noise of the party was slightly deadened as she entered the long hall upstairs. Amy's annoyance grew when she counted nearly a dozen doors lining the hallway. The first few doors were closets and a bathroom. The next several were bedrooms filed with grunting teenagers she didn't recognize. Finally towards the end of the hall through an open bedroom door, she saw her brothers dark brown hair on a pillow and one of his arms thrown haphazardly onto the nightstand. After listening to make sure he was alone Amy pushed on the door and rolled her eyes as she realized he was passed out and almost entirely nude.
"You idiot." Amy mumbled. She walked over to the bed to assess the damage and make sure he was still breathing. She should have left him right where he was for some angry parent to find in the morning but decided against it. "Hey. Andrew. Hey." She poked his ribs and he grunted. "All right. Come on. Lets get you propped up." She climbed onto the large bed to get better leverage and rolled him over, which was no easy feat, he had at least a hundred pounds on her. Then she tried to lift his head and shoulders up but he was dead weight and instead she trapped her arm under his back. "Ugh. Andrew wake up!" She shoved at him but he only rolled into her more forcing her to lie flat so he wouldn't twist her pinned arm.
"Mmmegan?" Andrew slurred without opening his eyes. "Is that you?" He mumbled groping blindly towards Amy.
"No you moron I'm not Megan. She's passed out downstairs. Now get off my arm." Amy said as she pushed against his bare chest hopelessly.
"Mmm... Megan... you're so warm." Andrew muttered pulling at her hip and nuzzling his head into her shoulder. "Baby..." he moaned. "I'm so... horny... mmm." He slurred as he pushed his pelvis against her thigh.
