NOTE: THIS CHAPTER HAS INUENDOS IN IT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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13/14th of October:
"Stacy's mom, has got it goin' on, she's all I want and I've waited for soo lonngg, Stacy can't you see, you're just not the girl fo' meee, I know it might be wrong, but I'm in love wit' Stacy's mom..."
I collapsed with laughter at Eric as his voice went up a few octaves. I had no idea what time it was, no idea how long we'd been there, and no idea why my boyfriend was standing on the bar singing Stacy's Mom at the top of his lungs, but I knew it was fun.
Eric finneshed the number then pulled me up on the bar with him and kissed me full in the mouth. The people around us whistled and I felt myself go red, but Eric kept kissing me reguardless. I swatted him away laughing my head off, then spotted something in the corner of the bar. I leaned towards it, trying to see through the smoke and the low lighting that filled the bar, but my foot slipped suddenly and I was falling.
In a flash Eric's hand was on my thigh, pulling me back.
"Careful baby," he yelled over the music and laughter. I grinned, inhaling the alcohol on his breath, knowing that however much I'd drunk, he would double it.
"You be careful!" I said back, then repated myself until he heard me. "You've had more than me!"
He roared with laughter then started shouting along to Nirvana. Carefully, I climbed off the bar and looked over at the girls toilets. I was sure I'd seen something...
"Give me two minutes babe," I shouted as Eric launched in to the chorus. He broke off to kiss me in the mouth and carried on, full throttle.
In a way I was glad he was so drunk; after earlier I had no intention of bringing up the whole investigation buisness with him on our 'night off'. Like a detective could have a night off when there's a killer on the loose! But I forgave Eric for his lack of knowledge. Afterall, he didn't even watch CSI, let alone Morse or Lewis.
There were a few slightly sexist comments from some of the men at the bar as I slipped in to the ladies room, but, to be honest, you get used to that sort of thing when you spend the vast majority of your nights with your drunk friends. Plus, what was said amoung them was nothing to what I'd found in the ladies
"Oh, god. Yes!" gasped a raspy voice from one of the stalls, followed by intense panting.
Oh, god. What?!
I did know what. You don't have to tell me. But still, in a loo stall? Imagine if you fell in the toilet or something...
ANYWAY, I was just about to get the heck out of there and let the drunk couple...well..... couple, when they suddenly burst out of the cubicle. You probably don't want a full account of that particular event, but let's just say they were still very much attatched. Worse than that, they were people from the university. Worse still, they were Evan Rates and Joanna Masters.
Surpressing a disgusted cry I flew out of there before
a) they saw me
b) I saw anymore of them.
"Ew ew ew ew ew ew," I whsipered over and over again. "Urrgggghhhhhh!"
My moan was cut off by all the noise in the bar, including Eric's kareoke group, which was now taking up half the room. When the song ended I grabbed my boyfriend and suggested we go back to the dorm.
"What?" he yelled over the noise.
"I said can we go back to the dorm?" I shouted.
"WHAT?"
