Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

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Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

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Blake

Justus was drunk out of his mind and it took everything in me to make sure I didn't lose him in the crowd again. It was like I was a father to a reckless child who wanted nothing else than to hurt himself.

So far he'd already fell backwards into a bush as he was running away from the party. Of course it had to be me that had to fetch him out. The scratches on his arms were gonna be something he felt in the morning, along with the massive headache that usually came after the amount of heavy drinking he was doing. Maybe even some severe nausea.

I was trying to make him drink some water when random commotion started up on the other side of the house. Frustrated with not getting a single break, I grumbled as I retaught Justus how to hold a water bottle.

He cupped the bottle in both of his hands the way a toddler would with their small fingers. Good enough. Hoping he'd actually listen this time, I told him to stay seated, walking away when he gave me a firm nod. My last view of him was him tilting his head back to drink some of his water.

Getting my drunk best friend out of the way for a bit, I walked over to where all the noise was coming from. Once I got closer, I realized it was people cheering and chanting.

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"

Confused, I walked into the game room to see everyone gathered around the pool table. And when my eyes looked up at the person standing on it, I audibly groaned in defeat. Nicole, the girl that was supposed to be sleeping in my room, was downing a shot straight from the bottle as she danced on the pool table.

The people around weren't helping by encouraging her to keep going with their enthusiasm. Despite the fact that Nicole was already drunk out of her mind, she had no trouble downing what looked to be two more shots. Again, straight from the bottle.

Just cause it tasted like water didn't mean it should keep going down as such.

With that in mind, I pushed past the crowd surrounding her until I reached the side of the table closest to her.

"If you don't get down from there I'm bringing you down myself, dollface." My voice was stern enough that the ones around me backed away from us a bit.

Nicole was still pouring tequila into her mouth, which told me she most likely didn't hear me. But instead of repeating myself, I took matters into my own hands and reached up to grab her hips.

She squealed in surprise and looked down at me, as if checking what the fuck just grabbed her. When she noticed it was me, she offered a smile and her bottle.

"Take a shot, steak!"

I lifted a brow at the drunk girl in front of me. Because what the fuck? "Steak?"

Beaming in pride, she squatted to be more at my level, completely exposing her tiny black panties. If I had a guess, it was one of her thongs.

Groaning, I made sure no other eyes were having a look before taking the bottle from her and hooking an arm around her legs to pull her over my shoulder. She easily budged with another squeal of surprise. Not wanting anyone else to get an unwanted view, I made sure to pull her dress over her ass before carrying her away, out of the game room.

She didn't budge or complain as I carried her back towards my room. If anything, it seemed as if she was knocking out. When her body went limp, I reached up to check for a pulse and sighed in relief when she turned her head to get as comfy as she could.

Yeah, she was wasted.

I was hoping no one went up to my unlocked room now that she wasn't in there for who knew how long. If there was anyone at all in there, I was going to end the party.

Finally reaching my room door, I went to open it but stopped when I quickly realized it was locked. That could've meant one of two things. Considering I couldn't hear anything past the door, I was hoping it was the bigger possibility.

"Sweet cheeks?"

Half asleep, she still answered, "Hmm?"

"Did you lock my door?"

"Mhmmm."

"Good girl."

Relieved with her answer, I fished for my keys and unlocked my room door for the second time tonight. The door swung all the way open as I carried her over to my bed.

The second her ass touched the bed and I was straightening myself out, I noticed how sick she was starting to look and cursed under my breath. I couldn't do anything as she lurched forward and threw up all over my floor, getting my shoes as well. Thankfully she didn't get any on my bed.

Nicole groaned in agony as she stayed bent over, holding onto me for support.

"Alright. Come on, dollface," I spoke softly as I helped lift her up onto her feet, away from the vomit. I'd take care of that in a bit. For now I had to make sure the rest of her thrown up liquid went into my bathroom. "Let's get you settled in front of my toilet for a few minutes, yeah?"

She only mumbled, stumbling towards my connected bathroom with my help. Without a second thought, she threw herself onto the floor when she entered my bathroom. Either that or she actually fell. At this point I really couldn't tell the difference.

Instead of waiting for my help, she crawled the rest of the way to my toilet and propped herself up on it, so that her face was hovering over the bowl. I made myself useful by grabbing a hair tie out of my sink drawer and knelt down beside her.

It was silent between us as I gathered all of her hair behind her head and tied it as best as I could. Having her hair out of her face, she turned towards me and gave me a lazy smile. I smiled back.

"You're so pretty."

Right as I was done complimenting her, she recoiled and aimed her mouth back down at the toilet as she threw up even more of the extra liquid she couldn't keep down.

"Damn, am I that bad?"

She knew I was joking, because she laughed for a second before needing to regurgitate some more. I felt kind of bad, but then again, no one forced her to drink so much. Especially not after I had already had her settle in my room.

I gave her a few minutes to empty her stomach out as I went back out to my room to clean up the mess.

"Steeeeeak!" She called out after I got done wiping up her mess, and I still wondered why the hell she was calling me that.

Holding in my question, I went into the bathroom again to see her leaning against my tub now, her legs splayed out in front of her. The material of her dress draped down the side of her thighs, and the slit made way to get a full view of her underwear now.

She was wearing a thong. Fuck me.

"What do you need, angel?" I did my best to act casual, as if her cunt wasn't in my face.

Instead of talking, she used her hand and did a motion, brushing her teeth with an invisible toothbrush. Getting the hint, I looked under my sink for an extra toothbrush and left it on the counter, along with my toothpaste.

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With her big brown eyes, she looked up at me and reached both her arms up to get me to carry her up from the floor. It was actually quite adorable, despite the fact that her thing was out for show.

I helped lift her up and made sure she was good on her own two feet before leaving her alone so she could do her business before bed. It only took her a few minutes before she was out.

The last thing I expected when she emerged from my bathroom was for her to be in nothing but her bra and thong. It was as if all of her shyness went away as she walked towards me. Either that or she was completely unaware that she was naked. But that wouldn't make sense considering she barely removed her dress.

Funnily enough, I felt like I was getting seduced. Even though she was swaying, she still looked hot as all hell.

Except seducing me wasn't her goal, because as soon as she reached my side, she pulled up the comforter from my bed and climbed under it, completely hiding her body from my view.

"Goodnight, steak," she murmured, getting comfortable on her side and closing her eyes.

"Goodnight, angel face."

This time I was sure she'd stay in bed. Which was why I was comfortable enough to exit the room to find my best friend. And to make sure my sister was fine as well.

One drunk person down, two more to go.