Teagan laughed, too drunk to even care if they were being loud. The stairs were a particular challenge, having to cling to both the rail and John. Any time she felt herself slip, she'd hold the rain tighter and loosen her grip on her friend so she didn't pull him down with her. Finally, after a long battle for both of them, they won, staggering onto the second floor.
Covering her mouth, she let out a laughter. "We did it! See that wasn't so hard!" Clinging to him fully again, she pulled him to the door to the right, her place and pulled out her keys she'd dropped back in her purse, to unlock it. "Home sweet home!" she said, loudly, swinging the door open so it banged on the wall behind it.
Letting go of John, she stumbled into her one bedroom flat. It was small even from the door. A small front room in front of them, a dining room that held not even a table to the left that led into a small kitchen with just a small walkway between the two sides. Then there was a bedroom that was visualize just in front of them off the living room. "Not very Oxford is it," she said with a laugh. She kept her place clean, nearly emasculate. Her bookshelves with books and a few sentiment knickknacks were designed for the best use by the couch and tv and radio. Normally she'd hang her coat up and put her sweater in her room, but instead she threw both on the couch when she discarded them, leaving her in her blouse that she immediately shed and joined them, leaving her in just the small, thin white tanktop she wore as an undershirt over her bra which she'd be thankful in the morning was white as well. "God I'm hot!" she exclaimed.