Tell The Truth

"Marcus, I don wanna fuck you," I slurred, realizing that I was rapidly starting to feel the effects of the punch. "I don even like you." His eyebrows raised, and he set me down lightly in front of Madeline's bedroom. Holy shit, did that work?

"You've been drinking. You never drink. Is everything alright?" His voice sounded genuinely concerned.

"Imma right. I just," I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself. It almost worked. "Someone spiked the punch, and I can't handle ****, like at all."

He shook his head, "I bet it was Ted, the dude is a total asshole." He looked me up and down, "Do you think you can make it home alright? I don't think you should be at the party like this."

"I can't go home right now, I gotta stay." I winced at my voice which was starting to get sloppy again. I was hoping that Marcus would leave me alone soon, this was starting to spiral rapidly, and I was a bit of a slutty drunk. "My boss will be soooo pissed if I leave early."

"I think you should take a nap." Marcus said, his voice firm but polite, and he opened the door, motioning into Madeline's bedroom, and her lovely double bed in particular. "I'll let Madeline know you're sleeping things off in her room." He patted me on the head, apprehensively. "Sleep well, I'll wake you up before I leave, if I don't see you by then."

"Wow, thanks," I slurred, "You're a really nice guy."

"Just doing what anyone would do."

"You're not taking advantage of me, which is nice." I explained as best as my booze addled brain could, "Like, you're super into me, and I don't think I could say no to you anymore."

"Hah," he **** a laugh, but looked concerned.

"Seriously," I whispered, "I'm a bit of a slut when I'm drunk. That's why I don't drink." I stumbled towards Madeline's bed, almost tripping, but Marcus caught me. I turned towards him and smiled, "I'm super sorry I'm like this right now." He just shook his head, and placed me safely on the bed, before leaving the room and closing the door.