She stumbled over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and licking it. "I've missed you so much, baby. We never see each other anymore," she whined. Did I mention drunk girls were a major turnoff?
"I gotta find Lane." I shrugged, dragging her hands off me. "Find me later." Did I want to see her later? Probably not but you never know how drunk or horny I would get and things might change. When I'm drunk, I like to get laid.
I left the room on the hunt for my dumbass cousin, shuffling through the swaying bodies and ignoring the girls who wanted me to dance with them.
After checking the back deck and walking in on a couple having sex on the dining room floor with no trace of him, I stepped over the rope blocking off the stairs and walked up. As my foot hit the top step, I dug into my coat pocket for my phone. I needed to call Lane before barging into his room to double check he wasn't banging his girlfriend. Last time that happened, Cora threw his damn alarm clock at my head giving me a black eye. I was just about to hit his name in my contacts when a soft body ran right into me, causing my beer to spill over the two of us. What the fuck?
"Shit!" A soft voice mumbled, tripping over my legs. I caught her before she stumbled down the stairs. Damnit, the last thing Lane needed was some drunk broad falling down the stairs and getting hurt.
Grabbing her around her hips, I lifted her back up above the steps. "What the fuck! You're not even suppose to be up here," I growled.
"Ss-sorry," she squeaked, stuttering. "I just really had to pee and apparently some girl named Monica was banging some guy named Peter downstairs and my bladder doesn't do too well when I've been drinking and," the girl continued to ramble, but there was something familiar in her voice.
My grip lightened on her and she stumbled back a few steps until she was away from me. My mouth gaped when I finally took a good look at her. Daisy was staring at me, dressed in a tiny green dress that hugged every curve and high heels that still didn't bring her anywhere near my 6'3 height. Her jet colored hair was damp, with my beer dripping down from it onto the floor. She was also clearly wasted off her ass. No, I take that back. She was beyond wasted. The chick was completely inebriated.
"Fuck, Daisy," I snapped, leveling my gaze on her. "Is this your first time drinking?" I stepped closer as she began to stumble around again.
"Nooooo," she slurred. Her face crunched up and she giggled. "But it has been awhile."
Leaning down, I grabbed my phone from the floor. Clutching onto her arms and leveling her wavering body, I dragged her tiny frame down the hallway until we reached the room I usually stayed in when I slept over. I brushed my fingers over the switch and the room's light flashed on. Shutting the door behind us, I warily set her down on the edge of the bed.
"Uhhhh," she mumbled, nervously, glancing around the room.
"Stay here," I demanded, walking into the adjoining bathroom. Dumping the rest of my beer into the sink, I rinsed the cup out before filling it back up with water while trying to keep my cool. I was going to rip Cora a new asshole when I found her.
"You need to drink this," I instructed, walking back into the room and shoving the red cup her way. She hurriedly grabbed the cup in her tiny hands and chugged it until she started choking.
"Whoa, easy there, killer," I chuckled, grabbing the cup before she ended up with more beer spilled all over her dress. She sent a glare my way, giving me the evil eye before collapsing back onto the bed.
"God," she groaned. "Why does it always freaking hurt? I just want it to all go away. That's why I drank so much but of freaking course, it didn't work." Her arms crashed against the bed while she mumbled shit I couldn't make out. "Why did I get everything taken from me? I'm a decent person. I go to church regularly," she paused, smacking her palm against her forehead. "Okay, crap, sorry God. I go to church sometimes. Not as much as I should, but I swear to you I will try harder."
I stifled back my laugher at her drunken rambles and sat down on the bed beside her but she wasn't done. "Then people like Piper," she hissed her name like it was poison hitting her tongue, "get to be all beautiful and rich then treat me like freaking shit when I didn't even want to come to this place!" Her voice grew louder and I peeked down at her body, sprawled out on top of the comforter. A few tears escaped and ran down her cheeks.
She looked pained.
Fuck.