Against All Odds

Chapter 17 - Hope

After the third bottle, I couldn't figure out what time it was or how long I had been home alone. At that point, I had no idea what I was doing. I had told Britt that I would never drink again and here I was, three bottles deep and not giving two fucks. And at that point, I didn't think I'd ever come bacj from losing Brittany this way.

It seemed like hours went by and I started to get worried. So I picked up my phone and attempted to call Emily. I pressed call on what seemed to be her name.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Waiiiiiit. This isn't Emily." My words were slurred and I felt as if I were using all my energy to get the sentences out of my mouth. "Where's Emily?"

"Santana you didn't call Emily. It's me, Hanna."

"Haha! Oh. I'm so sorry. I really did mean to call Emily so I'm sorry." I moved my phone from my right ear to the left and in the process I hit myself in the eye and started to laugh. It wasn't even that funny yet I was laughing as if I had just been told the funniest joke. I put the phone back up to my ear and tried to stop laughing.

"Santana? Hey. Where are you? Are you at home?" I nodded not realizing that she couldn't see me. "Hello?"

"Yes. Yes I'm at home. How come?"

"I was just making sure. You sound drunk, and I didn't want you to drive home or anything."

"Oh yeah no don't worry, I'm gonna be just fine. Just fine. I'm gonna go call Emily now. See ya later." I heard them all talking.

"Okay yeah you go call Emily. She should be home shortly. Be safe Santana." And she hung up.

As I scrolled through my contacts I lifted the bottle to my mouth only to find that this bottle too, was empty. I threw my phone onto the couch and watched it bounce off the cushion and onto the floor. Damn, I thought. I was trying not to do that. I stumbled over to the freezer and grabbed the last bottle. It may have been the last bottle, but it was also the biggest. I heard the door knob jingling and I turned to see who it was. Being that I was already borderline shit-faced, I had turned too fast and ended up falling on my ass. The door opened and I saw Emily come in.

"Yeah I found her. She's fine, just drunk ass fuck. No it's alright Hanna, I'll be able to take care of her. Yeah I'll call you if anything. Goodnight." She walked over to me and took the bottle from my hand. She placed it on the counter and turned around to look at me. "You worked fast babe. Three bottles huh? It only took me a half an hour to get here from the hotel."

She held her hand out and helped me off of the floor.

"I know it looks bad and from what I can tell, you look pretty good right now and I would love to have some really hot sex with you." She helped me onto the bed and took my shirt off.

"We aren't having sex tonight. I need to figure out how you are when you're drunk first." She was being very understanding. "You didn't take any pills did you?"

"No, of course not I wouldn't do that."

"Okay. I expect that you are telling me the truth, Santana." She helped me take my shorts off and then laid me down on the bed. "I know you're gonna get really hot tonight."

"It already is hot." I turned on my right side to see thag Emily was undressing. First her shirt, and then her bra. Her back muscles were so toned. The light shining through the window was hitting her in all the right spots. She put her shirt back on and then slipped out of her shorts. I don't know if it were the alcohol, but what I did know was that I wanted her so bad. The more I thought about it, the more my thong started to moisten.