Here We… I 25C

All through the ride home, Tate and Tom talked and talked. They were more than just drunk. And they indulged them in their drunken chattering. When Raina wasn't talking, she was thinking about what Sawyer said and why she was void of a reasonable answer.

Finally they got back. "That was soooo much fun. The guys are going to be so jealous." Tate chuckled.

"They've been clubbing before." Tom pointed out.

"Yeah. But we got caught and kicked out. And I think I'm still high." He dropped down on the couch. Tom took the two sitter. "So fun." Tate raised his hand. It fell weakly.

Tom smiled and pat his cheek hard four times then burst into laughter. "I can't feel it." He rubbed his eyes. "Do you think I can eat? I drank too much. My stomach is all liquid." He pat his stomach.

"Are you guys good here?" Sawyer asked as he locked the doors. Raina was already on her way to her room.

"Golden." Tom gave him two thumbs up.