She hid in the bathroom for several minutes as she tried to remember everything that had happened last night, the tile cold against her bare feet. There was flashes of the bar, having drinks and a great time. Bailey had been insistent that they dance and she'd finally given in after several shots of liquid courage. God she was a horrible dancer but Bailey's guiding hands and more than a few times body helped get her into the rhythm and flow.<br/><br/>The memory of Baileys arms wrapping around her and slithering under the front of her shirt to stroke her stomach and hips while they swayed. Was quickly replaced with later in the night when she'd been sprawled on the couch pulling at the cushions and trying not to scream.<br/><br/>Blushing furiously, she finally worked up the courage to leave the bathroom and pad quietly into the kitchen where at least everyone else was looking just as uncomfortable as she did. "morning" she'd murmur softly as she took a seat. Propping her left leg on her seat she wrapped her arms around her knee and hugged it close as she darted looks between the two of them through her disheveled hair. The light blue of her panties peeking out from under whoever s shirt she'd stolen.<br/>