The two women made it safely back to Lisa's apartment, stumbling about trying to remove their shoes as they entered. Having expended an unusual amount of energy on that activity, both women plopped back rather unceremoniously against the back of Lisa's living room couch.
"So," Jennie began, "since I've never been to your abode before, how do we want to handle the sleeping arrangements tonight?"
"Well, I have two bedrooms. Unfortunately, the guest room doesn't have a bed in it."
"Well that's rather inhospitable of you," Jennie teased, playfully nudging Lisa's side with her elbow.
"I don't usually have house guests, so I've sort of let my photography stuff take over the back room. Sorry," Lisa replied, feeling sheepish. "I guess this means..."
"I'll take the couch," they Both said, simultaneously.
"Absolutely not," Lisa jumped in before Jennie could say anything to the contrary. "You are a guest in my home and I can not allow you to sleep on my lumpy..."
"Lisa," Jennie cut her off, coming to stand in front of her. Running her fingers along the lapels of Lisa's coat that she didn't even realize she still had on, she continued, "I will not kick you out of your own bed. So you have two choices, Manoban." Jennie looked down at Lisa, trying to maintain an authoritative air.
"And what would those be, Dr. Kim?" Lisa asked with a smirk, more than happy to play along.
"Either I take my chances with this lovely lookin' fella," she said, tilting her head toward the couch in question, "or we share your bed. Please tell me it's king-size," she added, hopefully.
"It is," Lisa said with an affirmative nod of the head.
"Sweet." Jennie gave an enthusiastic fist pump.
Looking back over her shoulder at the couch, she realized that the decision was already made. Sighing, she turned back to Jennie. Enjoying their physical proximity, Lisa took the opportunity to place her hands at Jennie's hips, giving a slight squeeze.
"Fine, you win," she conceded, using her strategically placed hands to push Jennie backward and remove herself from her position against the couch. She pulled off her coat and threw it over the very spot she had been occupying a moment before; Jennie's coat following suit. Lisa felt giddy from the evening they had had. 'Oh yeah, and the alcohol', she thought, chuckling softly to herself.
"What's so funny?" Jennie asked, catching Lisa in her little moment.
"I'm just... happy," Lisa sighed, contentedly.
"And rightfully so," Jennie nodded in agreement, losing her balance for just a second from the extra movement. "Yikes, maybe I did drink a bit more than I realized. I think I'm gonna go get this makeup off my face and call it a night. Where... um..." Jennie looked around the apartment in confusion, "where's the bathroom?"
"Oh right! Sorry, sorry," Lisa apologized, "you can use the bathroom upstairs. I'll find some pajamas for you to wear while you're in there."
"Works for me." Jennie shuffled past Lisa and headed up the stairs.
Lisa watched her friend as she went, enjoying the view and wondering briefly if this was the best idea in the world. Maybe she should have asked Rosé to take Jennie home with her... or called Chris to come pick her up... or... well, too late now. She was certain they would Both fall asleep pretty quickly, and tomorrow morning they could go back to the restaurant and pick up Jennie's car and have her back to her own place before anyone was the wiser.
'No big deal.
Right?
Mmmm... right.'
