Late hour partying

The party was a big success and despite the pickiness of Daniel, being super paranoid about everything, the night ran smoothly without too many hiccups.

At what seemed like a very late hour of the morning, there was still plenty of guys and girls at the house, ranging from tipsy to gone. Macca was still on reasonably good behaviour, pissed but not over the top drunk or **** to a point that he would tare the house down. Another big win for Daniel and his family home.

To their surprise, he had lived up to his word.

At that time, Mark and Ali stood inside the kitchen, leaning back against the bench as they talked, both in happy drunk states. Mark kept looking down at her long tanned legs, smiling without realising.

“How in god’s name did you get Miranda to stay and drink? Ali asked him, pressing her finger against his chest, in a very drunk manoeuvre.

He smugly smirked, “I’m just such a great sweet talker, aren’t I?”

Ali laughed as she slapped his arm playfully, “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”

“Look, she just needed someone to chat with, been a rough week for her so I feel for the girl,” Mark admitted.

He meant that and knew Ali would appreciate that as Miranda’s roommate and good friend. Thinking about what else happened earlier in the night, Mark did a peak around the kitchen to see if anyone else was close enough to hear what he was about to tell her.

“So Uhh… bit of a messy accident in Dan’s room tonight was there?” he quietly said to her with a nice big grin on his face.

Her cheeks turned a pinkish red colour as she tried to hide her smile, “Well that news travelled fast…”

“You two haven’t gone back to have another go?” he asked cheekily with a smirk.

She shook her head, “He’s sweet and all… I don’t know… I feel like he’s not ready.”

“Ali, he’s not a virgin,” Mark had to tell her.

“Really? He’s not?”

Mark shook his head again, chuckling to himself.

“Wow, I just… I don’t know… he seemed so shy and with what happened, I just… I guess I thought…”

“Oh man, someone’s forgetting how fucking hot they are,” Mark said, making her have a look at herself.

She bit down on bottom lip, forcing herself not to smile while shaking her head. Ali was self aware of her good looks but she also didn’t want to seem over confident or egocentric about those looks. Those perky breasts peeking out the top of her dress, that delicious behind… Mark tried not to drunk drool in front of her.

“Well… anyways, maybe another time,” she said before changing subjects, “Glad you convinced him that we could stay the night though.”

“It’s an hour drive, even if Miranda was sober, she shouldn’t be driving that long at this time of night,” he said, finishing the last of his cup, “I’m absolutely cooked though, might have to get some sleep, if you’s are going to be leaving in the morning, don’t leave before I’m up.”

They smiled at each other as Ali responded, “Of course we wouldn’t, may even hang around a little longer if we’re not disturbing.”

“I’m all for that,” Mark said with a wink before they said goodnight.

It wasn’t the most eventful night for Mark himself but he found himself falling asleep that night very satisfied.