Jack

It was their 10th or 15th drink before either started getting dizzy. And it was Miranda who stumbled after the 20th drink, falling to the ground in a drunken haze. Jack grabbed Miranda and supported her as she said. “Dammit, cheerleader. Thought you could hold your liquor!”

“Jaaaaack,” Miranda slurred. “You’re really… preeeeetty.”

“Yeah yeah,” Jack said as she dragged Miranda out of the bar.

“Your hair is so funnnyyyyy.”

“Shut up,” Jack said as she pulled her into a skycar and punched in her apartment coordinates which was actually over on the Silversun Strip.

Jack pulled Miranda into her apartment as she collapsed on the ground.

Jack sighed as she dragged Miranda to the bed, laying her down. “Ughhhhh,” Miranda sighed as she held her head.

“I think it’s safe to say you lose, cheerleader,” Jack whispered as she slowly reached for the zipper on Miranda’s dress and slid it down.

“Ughhhhh,” Miranda groaned.

Jack kissed Miranda’s neck as she slid the dress down Miranda’s body and tossed it to the side leaving her in a bra and panties which were quickly removed as well.

Jack pulled her own clothes off to match Miranda’s nudity.