Ethan was six shots in when he felt something. Felt the beats of the music booming through the ground, up through his chest as he swayed from side to side. He bounced around the house, smiling at everyone who was walking into the living room or leaving the living room. Ethan just couldn't contain the large grin that was plastered on his face.
The room began to spin a little as he trekked over to the table in the center of the room.
"Ethan!" Reese grabbed onto his arm and tugged him close to her. "Where did you go?"
He blinked down at Reese, "I went and took a shot."
"Now you got to play, bud." She directed him towards the edge and placed a ping pong ball in his hand, "You remember how to do this, right? Don't tell me you're drunk already."
Her little comment sobered him up as he slowly shook his head, "No, of course not! Give me that ball!"
"Now we're talking!" she beamed, "If you make it, it's balls back. Okay?"
Ethan shrugged her off and played the game, sending the ball flying into the next cup.
"Nice shot!" she encouraged as the other players groaned.
"I don't understand how you are so good at this game..." Mark commented, dragging a cup out from the pile and attaching his lips to the rim.
"He's had a lot of practice," Tyler said with a smirk, rolling the balls over to the two.
"I-It's okay if you're jealous," Ethan burped out, dancing to the music in the background.
"We aren't jealous," Mark ruffled his fingers through his hair, "You guys make the perfect pair at this game."
Reese looked up at Ethan's bloodshot eyes and smiled, "I agree. You're a lot better at this then Tucker."
The blue boy bit his lip back, fumbling with the ball.
"After this will you take a shot with me?"
Ethan glanced down at her petite figure and eagerly nodded, not finding the words to announce his excitement.
The four of them decided to move from the beer pong table out into the open, where they all busted out their wildest and craziest dance moves. If the goal had been to embarrass themselves, then they all achieved it. Mark was simply just flailing his arms while Tyler jumped around on each leg. Ethan was pursing his lips and shaking his hips while Reese was flashing a toothy grin and gyrating her body.
Ethan had never seen Reese insanely drunk before so he made sure to cut himself off once he reached the eighth shot. If she needed anything, he wanted to be the one there for her, to make sure she was safe and to take care of her. He had been the perfect drunk at this point, simply enjoying the company of his friends.
Reese didn't plan on stopping anytime soon as she yanked Ethan towards the kitchen, eyeing the vodka handle that was perched on the counter.
"Shot time?" she perked, words slightly muffled.
"I'm okay..." his words lingered as he pressed his digits on the leather to her black jacket.
He adored her entire ensemble, finding his eyes hungrily tracing the curves of her body. A very low-cut top under the edgy jacket. A fitted pair of tight black jeans that hugged her short legs. White slip-on sneakers, her dark curls springing free. No one other than Reese could make this outfit look as good as she did. And that was a fact.
When Ethan saw her walk through the front door, his jaw dropped. But the thing that made the outfit complete, what really made the outfit her, was that she walked in wearing a smile. A smile so bright and so wide that it was contagious to nearly everyone in the room and he was sure every guy in the room probably wanted to know who she was - at least that's what Ethan thought.
Reese tipped the bottle of vodka into a shot glass and poured it to the brim, "You think I need a chaser?"
"Want me to get you one?"
Before she even had the opportunity to answer, Ethan was already heading towards the refrigerator.
"Don't need one!"
Ethan spun around and saw that she already downed the entire shot as he blinked in confusion, "Shit. How many have you had tonight, Reese?"
She puckered her thin lips and smacked them together, "That was eleven. Or twelve. It's in the double digits now."
"And how are you feeling now?"
"Great!" she giggled cutely as she tugged Ethan towards her, "You going to dance with me?"
"You want to dance?" he swallowed.
"Yes!" her hands firmly wrapped around his neck as her fingers hovered over the flesh of his flushed skin. "You know you can put your hands on me? We don't need to be bible distance away!"
Ethan cracked a small smile and permitted his hands to leave from his side and to her waist.
"You can't tell me you don't love this song!" she released her angelic laugh and her doe eyes dilated, capturing the perfect moment in her vision.
Even though Ethan could barely hear the music playing in the other room, he nodded his head and found a rhythm with her. Reese was circling her hips and Ethan matched her movements, pressing his own body against hers.
Ethan felt guilty for moving his body on hers but knew this was purely innocent - drunk but innocent.
And she slipped in between his advances, finding herself drawing closer to Ethan's shaking exterior. The poor man was nervous, having such a pretty girl dance with him, and Reese fed off his anxiety. Messing with him by sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, keeping a darkened stare with his eyes.
"You are so pretty..." Ethan whispered out to her as she lightened up.
"Y-you make me feel so special." She yelped, crashing into his arms and nuzzling her nose into his pectoral.
Ethan stiffened from the sudden weight in his grasp, glancing down at her fallen body.
She perked up and stood on her tiptoes, inching towards him. The warm breath on his skin made him tense, afraid to move. She climbed higher up his body and swiped her tongue across her lips, pressing them to his ear.
Ethan immediately froze as the contact of her lips tore away from the lobe of his ear. The mixture of her hot breath caressing his skin mixed with her heaving didn't help his intensifying frustration.
He had to sober her up. Now.
With the playful way she was acting, it would come as no surprise if she did something she would ultimately regret. As badly as Ethan wanted her to ride out these drunken emotions, he knew he had to do what was right and throw some water in her system.
"Let's get you some water?" he croaked, taking her hands into his own.
"I don't want water," she shook her head, pouting. "I want beer."
Ethan smiled coyly, "Let's get you some water, okay?"
Reese then bobbed her head and leaned on his shoulder, "Are you going to take care of me?"
He lowered his stare down to her and half-smiled, "Of course I am. I'm always going to be here for you."
"Could you take me to your bedroom?"
His heart almost stopped at the question.
"What?" he asked.
Her fingers grappled with the material of his shirt as she stumbled, "Please take me to your room."
"Are you... are you sure?" he choked out, desire beginning to cloud his field of vision. Every care in the world disappearing with each passing second.
"I need to lie down," her words tripped over one another as she exerted more of her weight onto his side.
Ethan mentally kicked himself for thinking she was asking to... be with him.
It was hero time.
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