Room 413 [laaaaaaaaaaaaate evening. Like, really, technically morning]

[dabblinginbitch]

Ramona had had to be a good hostess and close down the party, and honestly, that was hardly a hardship. And considering her present company was also someone who partied pretty hard, she hadn't even felt that bad about keeping him waiting there with her until almost everyone had filtered on home

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[tripledmyself]

"No amount of affection is gonna make me give up my phone," Nathan told her, shaking his head. "You might be drunk and whining like a homeless veteran but I'm resistant to anything and everything you might try and throw at me."

[dabblinginbitch]

"Mmm, fine. Can I just be affectionate without it being about your phone?" she wondered, giggling a little as she tilted her head to kiss the underside of his jaw.

[tripledmyself]

"Is this your thing when you're drunk?" Nathan wondered considering she was pretty much rubbing against him and he was almost carrying her. "Some people get angry, some people start crying and you just wanna milk me dry?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"I get cute," she corrected, leaning a bit more into him 'cause yeah. "Some people get mad, some people cry, I get cute."

She wasn't even going to acknowledge the milking thing.

[tripledmyself]

"Did you want to go inside or should I just let you get cute all over me right here?" Nathan asked, laughing. "You might get some looks from my neighbors and the janitor might hate having to clean up all the wet spots in the hall but I'd be good with it!"

[dabblinginbitch]

"Don't be grooooooooss," she scolded, reaching out to try and open the door.

Without a key. Yep.

[tripledmyself]

And even if Nathan knew she was trying to open the door without a key, he wasn't gonna say anything because it was kind of fucking hilarious. He'd just stand there and laugh at her for a bit.

"I'm always gross. Don't get all Puritanical because you're fucking trashed."

[dabblinginbitch]

"Your door is stuck," she told him unhappily after a moment.

[tripledmyself]

"Is it really?" Nathan asked, feigning surprise. "Why don't you try taking your shirt off and seeing if that works?"

If that worked, Nathan would shit himself.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Noooo," Ramona said, because she wasn't quite that drunk. "I need your key! Then I can take my shirt off. Inside."

She had figured it out!

[tripledmyself]

"My key?" Nathan repeated, feigning confusion at that again. "We're at your room, Ramona. Why would you need my key?"

Yes, he knew where they were. He didn't care.

[dabblinginbitch]

"Isn't nice to trick drunk people," Ramona said, shaking her head as she pointed to the door number. She was too sharp for that!

[tripledmyself]

"Oh, so we're at my room," Nathan said, smacking himself in the head like he'd just realized it. "How silly of me. Well, I don't have my key. I think I dropped it at the beach."

[dabblinginbitch]

"Did not," she accused, and she was just going to check for herself. By trying to stick her hand in his pocket.

Yep.

[tripledmyself]

Nathan went ahead and let her because his key wasn't in any pockets of his pants. Fuck that shit, he'd stuck it in his fucking sock in case he'd gotten hammered and passed out somewhere. He didn't want someone mugging him.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

[dabblinginbitch]

"Looking for your keys," she told him logically. "'Cause we're not sleeping in my room and I know you're a lying liar."