Chapter 187: Dawson

They tumbled through the front door, Chloe shushing Dawson as they went. "You're going to wake up Tommy," she whispered loudly.

He couldn't hold back his laugh, he really couldn't. It was a real treat to see Chloe drunk. Between dances, he got her soused on wine coolers, an increasingly entertaining state of being for her.

"Chloe, you dropped Tommy off at Adam's house, remember? I gave him cotton candy so he wasn't feeling good...?"

"Oh!" she said, her eyes rounded in surprise. "I forgot about that. I can't believe I forgot that. How did I do that?"

"A lot of wine coolers," he said dryly.

"Huh."

Which seemed to be all she had to say on the topic, which was fine by him. He wanted her in bed, and that meant less talking and more walking.

He grabbed her hand and began pulling her up the stairs. "I think we should visit a certain bedroom," he said as he tugged. She stumbled up behind him, her coordination all shot to hell.