Take Marcy with you

"Hey." You say to Marcy, and poke her shoulder.

"Hey. Wake up." You say louder, and grab her shoulder and shake it. Her chest jiggles in time, and Marcy burbles in her sleep at you. "Marcy!"

"Hmmm?" Marcy murmurs at you, her eyes open just a sliver.

"Come on, get up." You state, and shake her again.

"Hi John." Marcy slurs, her mouth growing into a big happy grin. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking you with me." You state, manhandling her up off the couch.

"Oh, ok." Marcy mumbles as you grab her waist and start to walk her to the door. It's slow going. You wobble together, your hand trying to guide her in the right direction while you fight your own unsteady legs every step of the way.

"Oops." You say as Marcy is about to fall over and you have to grab her and catch a handful of her naked titflesh with your hand for your troubles. It's sweaty and soft. Marcy does not seem to mind you groping her though. Not that she probably is cognizant of what is happening. She's on her own feet but only just. You get her to the door eventually, and have take the front steps down one at a time. Greek Row is just about deserted this early in the morning. There's some toilet paper hanging in a nearby tree and a bunch of red solo cups scattered about the dew covered grass that you can just make out in the gathering morning light. You need to decide where to take Marcy and yourself to sober on up. Your sudsy mind jumps to either taking Marcy back with you to your dorm or to her dorm on campus. There is also the third option of seeing if Kat will help you take care of her intoxicated best friend this early in the morning.