I chuckled quietly as I heard Brooklyn come in the room. She hit the dresser and cursed incoherently, the smell of liquor wafting my senses.
I peeked an eye open to see her dressed in a tight black skirt and sexy white top that flared at the sleeves on her shoulders.
She was trying to take her heels off, I chuckled again and sat up. Her head turned to me when I moved, she huffed.
"I tried to be quiet..." She said with a slur and sitting at the end of the bed. I wouldn't know if she was drunk had I not felt how fuzzy headed she was through the bond.
I scooted to her and she leaned into me with a giggle. "Did you have fun?" I asked her, she nodded her head then turned sideways so she could lay on me.
"You should have come, maybe the DJ would've stopped flirting with me." She giggled aga
