It was the rarest of nights. I was alone. No fans, no concert, no meetings, no friends, no girlfriend, no family obligations. I was going to sit my ass on my couch with a bowl of popcorn and some Cheetos and binge watch the last season of Game of Thrones.
It was Gemma's bachelorette party tonight. So my mother, Gemma, every single friend she'd known her whole life (or it seemed like it), and my girlfriend Eleanor were all together doing God knows what. I made Elle promise me she'd call me if she needed anything but I knew better. Elle was nothing if not fiercely independent and tonight would be no different. Still, when she and Gemma got together, things tended to happen.
I was so engrossed in the fifth episode that I barely heard the commotion outside until I heard what sounded like one of the flower pots outside on my front porch shatter. I quickly searched around for the remote, stopping when I finally felt it under my fingers. I muted the TV before standing up to walk to the front door. The door burst open just as I got to it. Elle stumbled and came through first, face planting onto our foyer. Gemma stumbled over her, landing almost entirely on top of Elle with a thud.
My eyes widened. I heard Gemma giggling. She lifted her head, her mouth full of Elle's hair as she tried to spit it out. She said something but due to the hair I could barely understand the words. I leaned forward to push her hair out of her face,
"Gem?"
She smiled,
"Hiiiiiii." She said in a sing song voice, "When did you get here?"
I studied her closely,
"Are you drunk?"
She nodded,
"Absolutely."
Elle grunted underneath her,
"Ugh...get off me." She croaked as she turned over, toppling Gemma onto the floor next to her as she rolled off Elle's back.
Her eyes were closed as she rolled onto her back but they opened a few moments later. She smiled when she focused on me, lifting her hand as her fingers wiggled,
"Hi, I've missed you all night." Her voice was also sing song-y.
I had to laugh. They were hammered. I leaned down to help Elle up off the floor, my hands closing around hers. She landed in my arms, her hair once again cascading over her face. I reached up to push her hair behind her ears. Her face relaxed into an easy smile, her eyes closing,
"You're so beautiful." She slurred.
I was about to respond with a smile when Gemma's voice pierced the moment,
"HEY!" She yelled, "Don't leave me on the floor."
"Ohhhhhh my God." I heard a familiar voice but not one belonging to anyone who was already in the house.
I looked up to see my mother twist around the doorway. Her knuckles were white she was gripping the wall so hard. Her hair was also cascaded in her face. She swallowed,
"It's spinning."
I looked back at Elle,
"You got my mother drunk?!" I exclaimed in shock.
Elle shook her head, her arm waved back and forth as she pointed at Gemma,
"She did it."
Gemma pushed herself up against the wall, sitting down as she took deep breaths. Apparently the whole thing had tired her out. She swallowed,
"Don't blame you. You're the one that gave her the Sex on the Beach."
"You said it was virgin!" Elle protested.
