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 – even if we did share a room. Besides, Laura volunteered before I got chance, guiding Allie to her door, and Jack and Tim headed to their room, the night's activities apparently over. I stayed just a little longer, waiting until Allie was safely in bed and Laura had left our room, so I was alone when Emily emerged from the room she and Laura shared.

"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. Or is Allie more your speed?"

"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 ****.

When I returned to the room, Allie was out cold, and I undressed and slipped into my own bed, having no difficulty falling asleep the moment my head touched the pillow.