No, leave it to Laura

I considered helping Allie to bed, but I thought taking a very drunk girl to her bedroom might seem like something it wasn't, especially since we'd only met that day. Laura volunteered, guiding Allie to her door, and the Jack and Tim headed to their rooms, the night's activities apparently over. I stayed just a little longer, to tidy, and was alone when Emily emerged from her room.

"Oh, Sam! Where did everyone go?"

"Allie didn't feel well, so Laura took her to bed. I guess at that point it just kinda felt like the end of the night."

"Yeah, it's pretty late... Interesting night, eh?"

"Yeah, it's... not quite what I expected from uni."

"Really? It's pretty much exactly what I expected."

I laughed one of those laughs that's really just blowing a little more air through your nose.

"Laura's taking Allie to bed? Lucky girl," Emily joked.

"Is she?"

"Pfft, don't tell me you wouldn't love Laura to take you to bed."

"Well, I..."

Emily laughed at my flustered behaviour. "Relax, bro, I'm only messing with you. She is hot though."

"Oh yeah, you, uh... you like girls, right?"

"Not exclusively."

"Cool." The room felt dead quiet at this point.

"You tired?"

"Not really, you?"

"Nah. Wanna stay up a while?"

Emily and I stayed up a lot later than I think either of us intended, just talking, getting to know each other, and drinking a bit more. Eventually, some time around 5am, we parted ways with a drowsy hug and went to get a very short night's sleep.

I'd love to tell you what we talked about that night, but honestly, I don't think either of us can remember. I blame the ****.