Empty Gold

Chapter 11: Break The Rules

Chapter 11

"Hanna!" Emily squeals when she catches sight of the designer in the lounge room. The sassy blonde sees her inebriated best friend stumble into the room and she can tell already that the brunette is well beyond drunk.

"Fuck she's tanked," Hanna laughs as Emily launches herself into Hanna's arms. "Not so tight, Em."

"You smell pretty," Emily inhales deeply as she nuzzles Hanna's neck, her hands fumbling along Hanna's sides as her lips begin to move against Hanna's neck, not really kissing, just mouthing like she's searching for something.

"Ok," Hanna chuckles pushing Emily away and wiping at her neck, she's well acquainted with Emily's drunk affections. "None of that, drunkie."

Alison swallows painfully as she watches the whole exchange, Cece and Aria a step behind her. She hates that she can't just playfully push Emily off of her in friendly protest like Hanna did. She can only imagine how Emily would lash out, especially in this state of mind, if Ali tried to deny the swimmer.

"Someone get her to bed," Cece groans as she storms off to the bathroom tiredly. She needs a minute before her head completely explodes and there has to be some kind of painkillers in the downstairs cabinet. Hanna raises an eyebrow at Aria who shakes her head and puts her hands up, so Hanna basically passes Emily off to poor Alison who welcomes the brunette with a hesitant hug. Emily snuggles into Alison with a little sigh—Ali hugs are the best kind and from the angle they are at no one notices Emily's hands slip to Alison's ass and squeeze firmly. The blonde jumps a little in surprise and Emily grins excitedly over Ali's shoulder hidden from her friends.

"I believe that's your job," Hanna teases as she smiles at Alison but the other blonde can't find it in her to smile back. She maneuvers Emily so that the brunette is standing by her side, Emily's hands falling away as she moves and Ali's tucks one arm around the swimmer to stead her.

"Yeah, Ali," Emily slurs under her breath as she leers drunkenly at the blonde with devilish, glazed over eyes. No one else can hear a word she's saying. "Take me to bed."

The timid blonde feels her insides quiver as she bites her lip and nods, moving the two towards the stairs. Emily smiles and spins them around to face the stairs, she's completely unstable and Alison tries to hold her up as best the little blonde can.

Aria watches Alison struggle to manage the shit-faced athlete up the stairs, slightly stumbling under the heavy almost dead weight.

"Should we help her?" Aria asks in a hushed voice, Hanna kind of shrugs. "She's had to put up with Emily's bullshit all night."

"Yeah well, better her than any of us," Hanna says nonchalantly as she leans against the wall and sighs. "What exactly happened tonight?"

Aria's eyebrows furrow as she thinks back to what the night has held so far, at least that she knows of.

"Emily lost control. Again," Aria shares with a pained whisper as Emily and Alison disappear upstairs. Hanna rolls her eyes. These guys just don't know how to have fun.

"So she had a bit to drink so what-"

"Don't start, Marin," Cece snaps as she enters from the hall, a cool wash cloth draped over her forehead. "She needs to stop drinking away all her fucking problems."

"Maybe if you all stopped lecturing her every five seconds she wouldn't need to," Hanna fires back crossing her arms angrily. Why doesn't Cece understand that the brunette just needs to let loose sometimes?

"Did you just drag little miss grabby out of a media feeding frenzy?" Cece challenges and Hanna glares back but keeps her mouth shut. "I didn't fucking think so."