Chapter 11: Drunk and Disorderly

For the last hour or so, Leah and Adam had been sitting by the bar, engaging in small talk.

Leah really only joined Adam to spite her friends. He was attractive, but any other day, she would've stuck with Pam and Amy and left before midnight. But now, the situation was quickly escalating, and her cage certainly wasn't getting any looser.

"And that's why I moved out here." Adam finished telling his story.

"Uhuh." Leah said, only half-interested.

Her situation was making it difficult to pay attention, especially since his presence was what was making her so excited. She took a gulp of what was already her third drink, trying to distract herself from the soreness nagging at her crotch. Little did she realize that she was getting really drunk really fast.

"I know we just met and it's not really my place to ask, but is everything okay?" Adam asked. "At first you seemed kind of eager to get away from your friends, but you've had this distant look in your eyes for the past 10 minutes now, and you seem to REALLY like those cosmopolitans. So, I'm willing to bet that either I'm insufferable, or something else is on your mind. Maybe both. I won't judge." he finished, slightly joking.

Leah sighed. He could see right through her.

"Okay, yes. I've had a kind of crap week, and it's become abundantly clear that things are only going to get more difficult going forward. I wanted to come out tonight and show my friends that everything's under control, even though it 100% is not. And now, sitting here, I realize that I'm not enjoying myself, and pretending otherwise isn't fair to me, my friends, and especially not to you because you've but nothing but kind and charming." she blurted out.

"Wow. I am so sorry! I did not mean to put all that out there!" Leah quickly apologized.

Adam chuckled.

"Leah, you're fine! I get it. You're afraid people will think less of you; we've all been there. Besides, you already had like three cocktails. I can give you some leeway for losing your filter." he told her.

"See?! Like that! How am I not supposed to get swept up in your charm, and your nice clothes, and your.... your.... strong jaw with roguishly handsome stubble!" Leah rambled. "Oh God, I did it again!"

This time both of them laughed, what with the tension slightly eased.

"So what do you want to do now, Leah?" her partner probed.

"I want.... to thank you for buying me my first drink, go find my friends, and go to bed." Leah answered, slurring a few of her words together.

"Well, I appreciate your thanks." Adam said.

He rose from his stool, then helped Leah up to her feet. She stumbled a bit, holding onto his arm for support.

"Okay, I'm just going to walk you over to your friends." he reassured her.

Leah smiled and nodded.

Cautiously, he guided the **** woman through the club, eventually pinpointing Pamela and Amy.

"Hey, girls!" Leah cheered, very obviously wasted.

"Is she okay?" Amy asked.

"She had a little too much to drink, but other than that she's fine. I was getting a bit worried, so I figured I should drop her off with you two." Adam explained.

"Oh my God, thank you." Pamela said with gratitude. "Most guys would've taken that as a go ahead for some pretty dark stuff."

"It was nothing, really. But would you mind giving her this when she sobers up? he said, handing a slip of paper to Pamela.

She looked back at Adam. "Totes. We'll get her home now. Enjoy the rest of your night!"

Each taking an arm, Amy and Pamela carried Leah outside to the curb where a rideshare soon arrived to take them home.

"Set her down on the bed. Like that. Yeah." Pamela instructed Amy, hoisting their friend over the furniture and laying her on her side.

"Mmmmm, I'm tired." a very drunk Leah murmured.

"Okay, then we'll let you get some rest. Does that sound good, Leah?" Amy whispered.

"Soooo gooooooood." the futa moaned, then drifted off to sleep.

Leah's friends tip-toed out her room, so as not to disturb her.

"I think I'm gonna stay behind, make sure she's okay." Pamela said.

"You sure? I can stay if you need to be somewhere tomorrow." Amy offered.

"Nah, it's Saturday. Plus, I kinda feel like I owe her this one." Pamela insisted.

The girls hugged, then Amy headed back downstairs to catch her ride.

Pamela scrounged up a blanket and some pillows, putting together a makeshift bed on Leah's couch. For as long as she was awake, she occasionally peeked in on her slumbering friend, though she inevitably succumbed to her own mounting exhaustion.

Both girls were now sound asleep. Peacefully, they spent the remainder of the night at rest, and woefully unaware that Leah was still wearing her cock cage.