Keagan laughed as he and Rae stumbled out of the elevator and down the hallway toward their door. "Hey! Our door! That was our other lucky number!"
Keagan pushed at it, "Oh wait. It's locked. Key, key, key..." He pulled the thin plastic card from his pocket. "This isn't a key..."
"It is, it's a special super duper futuristic key, silly man-child." Rae was shitfaced. It had taken her an impressive amount of drinks to get this way, but she was pretty far gone. She slid the plastic card out of Keagan's fingers and swiped it herself after a few unsuccessful tries. "My number of piercings was a lucky number too. We kicked fucking assss." She'd dolled herself up for this night out -- or in, really -- with a splattery designed dress and some killer shoes, the heels of which were bottle openers. Her hair had become undone somewhere along the night, and now fell around her pale shoulders in messy iron-made curls.
Keagan let her operate the Star Trek Door and followed her in. He tossed the jacket to the suit he'd worn onto the couch. "Oh hey! We still have some champagne! A toast to our victory!"
She laughed, folding herself onto the sofa and reaching down to unlace the ankle straps of her shoes. "You're DRUNK. HAAAAAAH. Sure, pour me some. I'm gonna be so hungover..... but whatever I'm riiiiiiiiiich."
Keagan grinned at her and stumbled some as he kicked off his own shoes. "You know what they say...... Uh.... beer before liquor?" Keagan poured the two of them glasses. "Besides, we can sleep in with the windows cloooosed tight against the evil sun."
"Liquor before beer, you're in the clear, beer before liquor makes you sicker," she recited, almost perfectly without a slur, reaching for her glass. "You have much to learn about being a young deliquent, babycakes."
"Ahh, but I am quite versed at being an ancient delinquent" Keagan downed his drink then flopped onto the bed next to her. "Hmmm... the room is spinning."
Rae peeled herself off the couch and moved to the nearby king size mattress, crawling aboard besideh im. She mirrored his position and looked up. "Yes. It is. That means we played too much roulette."
She giggled. It was a high pitched, girlish sound, heard down in Myrtle and now, here.
Keagan chuckled some, "I actually think it has more to do with the non stop stream of wine and skantly clad cocktail waitresses. It was like being at a symposium or orgy"
"Yes, they were really hot," she agreed, sitting up enough to drink, then laying down again. She rested the glass on her stomach, then pulled her knees up.
Keagan turned his head to grin at her slyly, "Oh hoh. 'Hot'? Were you looking?"
She turned her head, again mimicking him. Her grin spread slowly. "I can look! I like to look! It's a mix of 'dayum, hot' and 'dayum, jealous.' "
"So, you wouldn't jump one of them if they walked in right now?" Keagan's grin was still on his face.
"Jump? Noo.. maybe slyly and awkwardly attempt to seduce..." she again semi-sat up, finished off her champagne, and then reached over Keagan's torso to set the empty glass on the endtable.
"Well, as long as I can watch." Ahh alchohol. The great liberator. Keagan laughed at himself, "Proof that god loves us indeed"
She flopped back onto her back, then twisted around to her side, facing him. Her fist found his side gently. "Gross. I... I've never had sex with a girl. Just kissed and groped." She made a kissy face with her lips, in thought, eyes rolling around. "Never had sex peeeeeriod."
Keagan rolled to lay on his side facing her, "Well, as someone who was in that same boat until recently, it's very nice. Very nice. At the same time I think there's something to that 'waiting until it's right' thing."