"This place is huge, there's at least five bedrooms, let's get you up to one of them!"

He wrapped one muscular arm around her waist and helped her up the lengthy staircase. Jill had known Greg for a long time, almost as long as she'd known Sarah. She looked at his chiselled, features, softened by the fact that he smiled so easily. She found herself again thinking about what it would be like to be taken by him, and felt herself start to get moist with the familiar fantasy. The only reason why she hadn't gone for him before is that she knew that Sarah really liked him, and in her book, that was the same as 'unavailable'. They got to one of the bedrooms where Greg deposited her on the bed, removed her shoes, and she immediately fell asleep.

Jill was awoken by the door opening, the hallway light flooding in.

"She's in here" she thought it was Gregs voice, sounding a fair amount more slurred than before. She still felt drunk. The door closed and someone came over and knelt inelegantly by the bed, a body half leaned against her. Sounds of the party still going strong drifted in behind.