As the bulk of the group meandered off with Jamie, Joe and Casey made way with their nauseated bellies to the room nearest them. Joe pulled from his back pack a bag of chips which he offered Casey, she accepted gratefully.
"Thanks so much," she said, hastily speaking through the loud crunches emitting from her mouth. "I'm pretty sure I was just about to yack."
"Same boat here, love," he said, avoiding eye contact the best way he knew how; eyes darting around the room.
Casey finished eating and hurriedly made way to the bathroom to expel from her body the evening's build up of urine. No longer bloated and intensely relieved, she removed herself from the bathroom wearing only her boy shorts and a wife beater tank top. She looks to see Joe on the other side of the room sipping from a bottle of gin and as his gaze met hers he spit the dry poison all over the front of himself.
"You ain't ever seen a lady before, Mr. Joe?"
His face went pale, and he too made a trip to expel something, though slightly more vile than urine. He washed his hands and returned to the main room to find Casey there, beautiful as ever, sitting indian style on the bed smoking a cigarette. He joined her, lighting up as well, not averting his eyes from her chest. Inhaling, exhaling, her skin blemish free and soft as ever in the dim room.
"I'm really sorry about that," slurred Joe, trying his best to make light of the situation. "You just cought me off guard."
"Haha, it's cool man. Don't sweat it. You know, if I weren't so shitfaced right now I probably wouldn't be asking you this, but you have a thing for me don't you?"
Joe started coughing again and felt the chunks rising through his abdomen again, but he managed to repress the uprising vomit and replace it with words instead.
"Out of everybody here, you seem to be the only one here who is in any way grounded."
"How do you mean?"
"Well... we have Mali over here consulting her gadgets every chance she gets. Parker has his head shoved so far up Jesus' ass that he doesn't know which way is up, and I'm fucking tired of hearing about how great America is from Brit boy over there."
"Wow, tell me how you really feel."
"I don't hate them or anything, don't get me wrong. But you.... you. There aren't words. God, I probably sound like a fool right about now."
"And the truth comes out, eh?"
"I guess so. I mean, you're smart, stunning, and you have that rough and tough attitude about you that I find entirely irresistable."
"Fucking do it. Kiss me."
Joe leaned in, gin still in hand, and kissed Casey probably the sloppiest drunken smooch known to man. Casey, taken aback, layed down with one arm above her head and the other wrapped around Joe pulling him down with her. Her free arm swayed a little too far and knocked over the gaudy lamp on the hotel nightstand. The both of them errupted in laughter, both at the deceased lamp and the situation. They continued their lip dance, slowly removing the garb from each others' backs and bottoms illuminated only by the glow of a bug zapper outside of the room.
Little did they know, though, that the door still remained cracked, welcoming unwanted visitors into the premises. While embarked in their drunken full body embrace, the door came slowly more ajar. Both looked, shocked, at the door to see Mali's face with the blue light cast over it.
"GET OUT!" Casey screamed, pulling the covers closer to her face.
Mali hurriedly shut the door, they didn't know whether to laugh or to stop.
The two intoxicated lovers looked each other dead in the eye, errupted in laughter, and continued their dance until dawn.