Movie and some drinks.

Kaitlyn hit the bottle hard.

With Zoey not much of a drinker herself and Tyler fake pretending to be too upset to drink, that only left Tom and Kaitlyn, of which both hit the drink hard.

A handle and a half of vodka later, Kaitlyn and Tom were utterly wasted.

"Just start the fucking movie al-read-y." Kaitlyn said, her drink in her hand spiked. She took a drink.

"Man, she cannot handle her liquor, huh?" Tom said, hanging onto Tyler's shoulder with his own drink in his hand. "Dang, poor girl. Am I warm? I feel warm."

Tyler looked over at Tom, who was completely smitten-drunk and as red as a cherry. "Do you think she wants to talk this out? I think she needs to rest."

"I don't wanna watch a scary movie. Lets not watch a movie at all and just make one of our own." Kaitlyn said with another swig down.

"Oh my. She has a great idea. A movie. What kind of movie? Are we sure it's not too hot?" Tom took off his shirt.

"I have to pee."

"So do I."

"Zoellie, where is the potty?"

Zoey gestured to her bathroom. "My bathroom is just past that door."

"Thank you. I love you. Do you want to kiss?"

Zoey was taken aback. "Um?"

"I'm just joshing ya. But if I had to kiss one girl in this room, it'd be you. You're awfully cute." She gave what she probably assumed to be a wink and crawled off the couch and to the toilet.

"Honestly, you're a good looking guy too, Tyler. Cute face, strong arms from what I can tell. If I had to kiss a guy right now, it'd be you."

Tyler...took...the compliment?

"I mean, not that I like guys. I'm not saying I couldn't, but I think I enjoy, you know, girls. I think you need to take off your shirt, though, just because we need to make sure you're strong there, too."

"Kaitlyn? Are you okay in there?" Zoey asked, knocking on the door.

Tom blacked out. Zoey opened the door and there Kaitlyn was, passed out on the can, her pants and panties to her ankles as she blacked out while peeing.

Tyler made sure that Kaitlyn was going to stay on her side, tucked in that way on Zoey's bed with the trashcan from upstairs next to it. Tom had been laid on his side on the couch, out like a light.

"Is he going to be okay?" He asked Zoey. She nodded.

"Yeah, he likes to drink. I usually DD for him when he does and he's literally out like a light. He's a very light sleeper but once he falls into an alcohol induced sleep it's not likely that he wakes up until it's well into the afternoon tomorrow."

"So no matter what, he isn't waking up?"

She raised an eyebrow and gestured to Kaitlyn.

"I think she's okay. Definitely not, wake-up-at-five-in-the-afternoon type sleeper, but a heavy one. Thanks for letting her crash here."

"You aren't staying?"

He pointed up above them and mouthed out, 'parents room'. "I'll just sleep on the couch I guess. It'd be better to just take her home once she wakes up instead of letting her be embarrassed and having to call me after our argument."

"You guys argued? When?" Zoey asked. She then gestured for them to tip-toe upstairs.

"You look like the secretary I've always dreamed of having." He said as he locked her parent's room's door.

"Oh?" She asked.

"Yeah. Tight, petite, and willing to let me bend her over whenever my wife is asleep downstairs."