She wasn't Kidding

Chapter 6

-Katie POV-

I've always been super horny when I'm drunk. And tonight wasn't much different, I mean, there was five sex gods in my living room. So as soon as I was in the door I was flirting with the sexy brown haired boy in the kitchen.

"Heeeeey yer hawt!" I slurred. He snapped his head around and looked at me."Katie?"

"Mmm that's my name," I said wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body against his. "-don't wear it out." I whispered in his ear.

He put his hands on my waist and pushed my off. I looked and him and pouted. "Do you not like me...am I not pretty enough?" I said looking down sadly.

"No no no I just I don't know you, like at all." He said. "You'll regret this in the morning." He added quietly.

I perked right up and ran a finger down his chest "Why would I regret this?" I said seductively. He sighed and started to stay something but I zoned out thinking about how uncomfortable my dress seemed. So I tried to unzip it.

But I couldn't reach the zipper.

My damn arms were too short.

I tried again and this time I got it. "Hey my arms grew....I must be Alasta Girl!!!" I exclaimed, trying out my new powers as I unzipped the short dress.

"Wait wait wait, wooooah. what are you doing?!" The Sexy beast of a boy said.

"What dose it look like I'm doing S-Bob? (Sexy Beast of a boy) I'm taking off my dress" I said in a 'duh' tone.

"You don't want to do that" he said while trying to pull the zipper up.

"Yes I do!"

"No you don't."

"Yes I do!"

"No you don't."

"YES I DO!" I yelled running out of the kitchen while taking off my dress and threw it over to Harry. "Well, sombody needs to get this in video..." Harry said and whipped out his iPhone. He was videotaping Chloe lying on top of Irish boy.

I walked over to te unoccupied couch, well more like skipped.

"Ow!" I said when I banged my head on the coffee table.

I stood up and flopped down on the couch and it groaned.

Dude! I never knew we had a talking couch! And it has black hair! Sweeet

"Hey Vicki! the couch talked!!" Vicki ran over and poked the couch and it groaned again and ran away giggling to the Louis person.

I wrapped my arms around the couches cushions and tangled my legs in it's blankets and quickly fell in to darkness.

My last conscious thought was about how my talking couch must have grew fingers too because I could feel a hard one poking my thigh.