Drunken "pep talk" from Scott

"Hey man, glad you guys could make it!" Scott happily greets you and Rachel at the door, in a somewhat slurred voice.

"Drunk already?" you chuckle to Rachel. She smirks back at you, and yet again you are taken aback by how stunning she looks. You are lost in her eyes for a moment as if you have just seen them for the first time. Damn those gorgeous eyes...

Scott's facial expression suddenly turns from friendly, if a bit drunk looking, to stupified when he notices Rachel.

"Oh hi, John!" Lisa exclaims. She runs through the doorway, past Scott, and greets you with a hug.

"And you must be Rachel, right?" Lisa smiles at her. "Come, I'll introduce you to the others," she adds, not willing to leave the task to her **** boyfriend.

The two women walk into the house, with you and Scott following a little behind.

"Holy fuck dude, you really weren't exaggerating..." Scott finally whispers to you, genuine awe present in his voice.

"Aren't you already kinda... taken?" you jokingly frown at him, in a mock-reproaching voice, before adding a friendly chuckle.

"You sure you didn't pay the Uni tuition of some struggling part-time stripper?" Scott jokes. "And then have her pretend to be your housemate?"

Much to your own surprise, this quip irritates you. Even though you know that your mate is only kidding, and you have to admit that someone with Rachel's breathtaking body would not look out of place at a particularly exclusive gentlemen's club, you're not exactly convinced that she'd appreciate the comment. Still, you don't have a habit of being provoked by your friend's drunken banter.

You humorously feign a shocked facial expression, deciding to let the comment go.

"Oh no! I've been busted!"

"No offence, dude," Scott stops you and whispers slurredly into your ear. "but... well, are you really sure you have a shot with her? I mean, I've seen you get with good-looking women before, but... y'know. None of them looked... well, like her..."

You notice that Scott's breath smells of a combination of liquor and smoke, and his eyes are unmistakably drowsy-looking and a bit red. If he were sober, he probably wouldn't be this honest with you. You can't really blame him for his honesty, though, it isn't as if the same thoughts haven't crossed your own, sober mind.

"Fuck, I didn't mean it like that..." he quickly adds. "It's just... y'know, don't beat yourself up too much over it if it doesn't work out... That didn't come out right either, what I mean is... Shit, I'm sorry man, I started drinking too early today" he chuckles apologetically.

"Yup, you're officially stoned and shitfaced, buddy," you internally agree with him.

"Don't worry about it, man," you respond with a smile. "Just for your sake, I promise no drunken 'Marvins Room' covers if the struggling part-time stripper rejects me," you add, laughing.

"That's probably a pretty accurate description of the chick Drake wrote that song about, though," Scott chuckles.

"But come on, let's join the others" he adds, and you enter the living room.