You're well past tipsy, into being truly drunk when the blonde slides up to your side. You came with someone, at least you think you did. He's... he should be here. Somewhere. Shouldn't he? Did he leave? You start to look around for him, but the girl's giving you sweet eyes, and her dress looks silky enough to touch. She's young, maybe too young to be in the bar, but her mouth is right there, and you lean down to kiss her.
By the time you get back to your room, all you can think about is the way her body is slight and warm. There's barely any curve to her body, but it doesn't stop you from laying her down on the bed and pushing up her dress.
Not her dress. It's instantly apparent. His dress.
You look up, smile rolling into a drunken chuckle. "Okay then," you say, and lean in to kiss him again.