Haley

As much as you would have liked to hang out with Goldie or Dre it was clear Haley was already nearing the end of her night and something inside of you made you feel the need to jump into action.

"Alright," you said catching her as she lost her footing, "drinks."

"You're strong," she said regaining her balance.

She led you to the kitchen where you filled a cup with water and gave it to Haley who wasn't really paying attention. Without looking she took a massive swig from the cup.

"This booze tastes boring," said Haley.

"Yeah they must be running out of the good stuff," you said helping her to a couch.

"Glad you came," she said leaning in towards you, "told the girls you had BDE and I was gonna prove it."

"Um," you said unsure what that meant, "thanks."

"Means big dick energy," she said leaning in and grabbing your crotch, "feels like I'm right."

She gave what you assumed was supposed to be a kiss me look but it was interrupted by an I'm gonna puke look. With your help she barely made it into the bathroom in time as you held her blonde hair back for her.

The following few hours were a repeat cycle of her saying she felt better, drinking water, and then her puking. She finally stopped and you managed to get her cleaned up before she passed out in your arms. You carried her tall lithe figure upstairs to an empty bed and set her down. On the way downstairs you were stopped by a short voluptuous redhead.

"We could have taken care of her," she said, "she does this at like every party."

"Well she invited me," you said, "seemed rude to leave her."

"I'm sure she'll appreciate it," said the redhead, "if she remembers."

At your dorm you made your way towards your room as a curvy brunette ducked out, "oh hey," she said, "I'm Shae, I was just, Dre invited me."

"Ok," you said awkwardly shaking her hand, "see you around."

Inside Dre was laying on his bed smiling ear to ear.

"Man that girl is trouble," he said.

"You had a good night," you said.

"How about you?" asked Dre, "you disappeared with Haley, you get lucky?"

"Well she didn't puke on me," you said, "so I'm going to call that lucky."

"You're a saint," said Dre, "she's gonna be miserable in the morning."

"Is there anything I can do to help her?" you asked.

"Jeez man," said Dre, "nothing Gatorade, aspirin and an egg sandwich wouldn't help."

The next morning you headed to the cafeteria and got what Dre had suggested. The house seemed empty the following morning and still quite a mess. Upstairs you found Haley groaning in the dark.

"Knock knock," you said, "brought a care package."

Haley covered her eyes to shield them from what little light was entering.

"You don't have to take care of me," she mumbled.

"I don't have to do a lot of things," you said putting the stuff on the nightstand.

"Sorry," said Haley as you turned to leave, "I hope I didn't say anything last night."

"Nothing unflattering," you said, "feel better."

When you made your way back downstairs you found the redhead reading a magazine on the couch amid the mess from the prior night.

"Look at you playing saint," said the girl.

"You have a name or just comments?" you asked.

"Jess," she said without looking up, "you trying to fuck her or?"

"Just trying to be kind," you said.

"Are you only kind to Haley or could you," asked Jess, "be friendly to me?"