Carla, who the fuck is Carla?

The door trundled open to reveal a pair of young women in club outfits, one of them leaning heavily on the other and quite obviously heavily intoxicated. They were beautiful, I immediately thought, and my eyes naturally were drawn to the extremely large amount of leg shown by the sky blue club dress being worn by the blonde. My eyes also took in her hand, wrapped around a cider bottle, which was obvious from the sickly sweet smell that was present in the elevator.

"Ohh... " Moaned the drunk blonde softly, shifting to adjust her position, leaning against her quite brilliantly bright redheaded friend. She had a soft face, looking young, maybe one of the students from one of the schools around here. Damn it. Not the time to be popping a hard on, especially considering that I was still pretty flushed and chilled at the same time.

"Where's... you sure it's on the first floor?" She continued, and my eyes roamed across her body. The dress she wore was cut to the waist displaying the full expanse of skin and advertising quite handily that she was not wearing a bra. and while she was wearing a large grey overcoat it gaped open widely. To be frankly honest, it seemed almost superfluous the way she had it, more of a frame for her beauty than an object of warmth.

"Mmmhmmm..." Nodded the redhead and stepped out into garage. I couldn't help but notice that the beige dress worn by her was just as form fitting as the one that her friend was wearing. She wore a tight black leather jacket over it, the de facto uniform for club girl these days. This woman had a slightly harder edge to her expression, but it seemed more one of concentration and slight annoyance. At least I assumed it was her friend, from the way she was helping the other girl stand.

"OH SHiiiit! Carla!" The blonde girl suddenly arrested her motion and stared directly at Kaila. "There you are bitch... we totally missed you tonight!"

"Uh, sorry, who are you?" Kaila responded, stepping back from the pair.

"Don't play dumb, bitch... you dumb bitch... " The woman laughed a drunken snort into her friends neck. "Seriously, where the fuck is our car..."

"Uhm, Excuse us," I held open the elevator door and gestured for Kaila to enter.

"Hold up..." The drunk woman wheeled slightly, a few drops of the drink whizzing through the air. I felt a slight spatter of liquid on my arm as she did so. "Carla... please... help us with our car... We parked next to uhm... there was a truck I think. I'm sorry, I called you a bitch, bitch..." The voice became one of pleading.

The redheaded woman just rolled her eyes and shifted position slightly to adjust the woman's weight against her.

Kaila looked at me and her eyes went wide. She shook her head slightly, and I was suddenly unsure what she meant. Was she saying there was no way these two should be driving or that we shouldn't get involved? Or was it that she had no idea what the fuck they were talking about?

The other girl wasn't saying much, and my eyes flitted to her stance. Unsteady. Not as unsteady as her friend, but definitely on the tipsy side. Unconsciously, I felt my fingers brush through the droplets on my arm. Slightly sticky. I was certain that if I tasted it, I would be greeted with the familiar tang of fermented apple.