Not really

Adam stooped down to pick up the panties as an urge came over him to touch them. They were red panties that felt warm to the touch, but nothing overly suspicious occurred to Adam. "Looking for any wetness on those panties?" Chelsea asked.

"Not sure, what I thought really, come let's go see if Brandon made it down the stairs alright." Adam chuckled as he folded up the panties and stuffed them in his pocket. As Adam and Chelsea arrived at the foot of the stairs, the smell of strong **** wafted up to greet them, causing the two of them to gag reflexively. Adam and Chelsea made their way down the stairs carefully, making sure there wasn't anything laying around to trip on. The scene that greeted them when they arrived at the foot of the stairs was one of chaos, as Brandon lay collapsed on the ground, Ashley sat in a chair with her head back groaning at the pounding in her head, and Heather lay on the sofa still with a bottle in her hand. Heather seemed to be fairing the best of the three, but that wasn't really saying much. "What happened here guys?!" Adam said as he rushed over to Brandon and flipped him over to see he was still conscious. While Adam was checking on Brandon, Chelsea rushed over to check on Ashley as she saw that Heather seemed to be the best of the three at keeping her **** down. Adam moved Brandon over to a chair with some effort, as Brandon was totally smashed, it seemed as if he used his last bit of energy to answer the door and make it back down again. It was all Brandon could do to hold onto Adam as he was half carried, half dragged to a chair beside Ashley's. Chelsea had moved Ashley into a sitting position so that her head wasn't tilted back, and was making conversation with the smashed girl.

"Adam" Ashley hiccupped "You want some?" She asked holding up a bottle she still held in her hand. Adam walked over to her and took the bottle and sniffed it, it smelled like no **** he had smelled before as he gagged visibly as he returned it to her hand.

"Pussy." Heather called from her sofa.

"Well some people never change, even when soaked through in booze." Adam chuckled.

"Be a man and drink some of this Adam. Let's see if you can hold it better than those two." She drawled drunkenly, but not as bad as Adam had expected after seeing his other two friends. "Ooh bad idea." She said after nodding her head in Brandon and Ashley's direction.

"Jeez, what is this?" Adam asked inspecting the bottle he got from Heather.

"Hard stuff, Ashley suggested it surprisingly." Heather said

"Really? What happened, a dare?"

"No, they broke up. Give me that if you're not going to have any." She said swiping the bottle back and taking a swig and wiping her mouth.

"Who? Ashley and Brandon?!" Chelsea chimed in from Ashley's side. Brandon groaned out loud at that.

"Yeah, apparently it was mutual, and they're still friends. You know how that shit goes." Heather hiccupped. "Oh shit, I'm getting pretty woozy." She said as her eyes got a little unfocused. She took another swig from the bottle before handing back to Adam and taking a deep breath with her eyes closed. "Remind me not to drink this much in the future. My head is going to kill me in the morning." She groaned.

"I can't believe this. I always thought that Ashley and Brandon were the perfect couple, and now they're done. I thought the same about Zack and Lisa too."

"How do you know about Zack and Lisa?"

"She told me." Adam said taking a tentative sniff at the open bottle in his hand, but finding that it unfortunately still smelled the same.

"The smell goes away once you've had enough." Heather said resting her head back against the sofa. Adam immediately slipped his hand behind her head and brought it back to a straight position so she wouldn't **** due to all the **** she had drunk. She opened her blue eyes as they looked at him suddenly pretty sober. "I can take care of myself." She said even though she snuggled into his arms even more while saying that. In the end after some maneuvering Adam was laying on the couch stretched out with his head on an arm rest and his legs hanging off the other side, with Heather laying on top of him with her head on his chest. "I think Zack and Lisa are breaking up upstairs too." She said quietly. Adam looked down at the girl on his chest.

"Why do you say that?"

"We heard some shouting up there, and not the kind you usually here up in a locked room."

"What a night." Adam said disgustedly "How do you get through this shit?" He asked Heather.

"Well, I drink." She said trying to slip her hand back to grab the bottle, but instead her hand went off course and landed on his thigh.

"No more drinking for you Heather." Adam chuckled.

"I guess I'll just have to make you give it to me then." She said, and with a surprising amount of energy she flipped around on top of him, then jumped back down, effectively winding him.

"Go Adam!" Chelsea cheered from the other side of the room.

"Losing to a drunk woman are we Adam?" Heather asked as she reached across his body to try and grab the bottle in his hand. Adam still didn't have his breath back yet, and he realized that if he didn't do something quick, he would lose this little game, and Heather would probably let him hear it all the time. With that in mind, Adam decided that a little cheater was warranted, as he saw her reaching above him stretched to her limit, and he saw her skirt flip up revealing her panty less crotch. He was so shocked he almost allowed her to get the bottle, he had designs of using her pussy as a weakness to get her off him, but instead his hands went to her waist, and started to tickle her mercilessly. Who knew that Heather Ravers was ticklish? She collapsed down on top of him her face inches from his as she laughed and tried to get out of his grasp as he continued to tickle her as her energy drained. Heather laughed as her chest heaved on his and she leaned down to give him a light kiss on the lips for the fun time. Adam's face scrunched up with the taste in his mouth after the kiss from the drunk Heather. She laughed at the look on his face and stumbled back onto her side of the couch. Adam took a tentative swig from the bottle in his hand and gasped at he strength of the brew, it almost had an instant effect on him, as his mind clouded a bit, but it was obvious to him. "Too strong?" Chelsea called over to you.

"Yeah, but you should try some, you do have a higher **** tolerance than I do." Adam told her.

"Anybody know where my panties are?" Heather asked everyone as she looked down to see that she had been flashing anyone who had cared to look. Brandon tried to look, but he groaned and moved his head back to the position it was in already.

"You mean these panties?" Adam teased as he held up the red panties he had found upstairs.

"Naughty, naughty." She wagged her finger at him, then snagged the panties out of his hand. "I thought better of you Adam, I always thought you were the kind of guy who would pleasure a woman first before taking her panties." She said before she yawned.

"What a disaster tonight turned out to be, huh?" Adam asked a now passed out Heather. He poked her once on the shoulder, and when she didn't move, he shrugged and took another swig of the vile drink and shuddered as he felt it go down.

"Man this is strong!" Chelsea said as she took the bottle from Ashley's hand.

"Hey I'm coming over there." Adam said as he stumbled over to her and sat down on the ground beside her.

"You're already walking around like a drunk." Chelsea laughed.

"You know, the smell does disappear the more you drink, how curious." Adam noticed.

"I think you're just drunk." Chelsea chuckled as she poked him on the nose and he reacted late to her prodding making her laugh even more.

"What's so funny?" He slurred after taking another swill.

"You are."

"Oh yeah? Well I've got something to say that's funny."

"Oh yeah? Let's here it."

"Ok, well Why did the chicken cross the road? I bet you'll never get this one."

"Hmm, to get to the other side?"

"Damn, you got it." Adam said causing Chelsea to smile at him and he to smile at her. "You know Chelsea, we've got the best friends in the world, you know?" He drawled.

"Yeah, we do."

"I just, I don't know, all you girls are so beautiful, smart and nice. And all they boys have similar interests and get along so well together."

"It truly is amazing."

"Sometimes I just have the urge to go after all or female friends, but I don't want to because I don't want to ruin this great friendship we all have, you know?"

"I think you're officially drunk. You opening up like this, it would never happen if you were sober."

"True, I think I am drunk." He said lifting the bottle to his lips and taking the final couple of sips. "I'm all out, you got anymore?" He asked Chelsea.

"Yes, but it's for me. You've had more than you can handle obviously, rest a little bit." She said as he put his head on her blonde hair covered shoulder. Before long he fell asleep and his head slipped into her lap, she smiled and patted his head as she finished the last of her bottle.

Some time later Zack and Lisa appeared at the head of the stairs and looked down at all their passed out friends laying all over the place. Both Zack and Lisa's eyes were red from crying due to the conversation they had just had, but seeing their friends snapped them out of their own self pity. They quickly grabbed some extra blankets and pillows and brought it down fro their friends. They set them up comfortably, slipping a pillow behind Heather's head and putting a blanket on top of her and doing the same for Adam and Chelsea where they lay together. Zack had to move Adam's head from Chelsea's thigh, but otherwise it wasn't hard setting the three of them up. When it came to Brandon and Ashley though, Zack and Lisa had to carefully lift the two of them off of their chairs and lay them on the floor where they set them up with pillows and blankets. After all that was done they looked at each other and mutually agreed to spend the night down there with everyone else. Lisa slept beside Adam, while Zack slept beside Heather's sofa, and they all fell asleep.