I glanced around nervously as Mya dug through her purse, searching for her keys.
“What time is your boyfriend coming home again?” I asked, waiting impatiently as she continued rummaging.
“Stop worrying about it?” she chided, pulling her keys from the purse, fumbling them in her drunken fingers. “He won’t be back until the morning.”
“Its morning already isn’t it?
“Its 3 A.M.”, she answered back, as she opened the door and stepped into the apartment. “We have plenty of time.”
I took one more cautious glance around the empty hallway before following her inside.
“Want a drink?” Mya asked, tossing the keys on the kitchen counter.
“Ummm,” I began in contemplation as I kicked off my shoes. “Don’t you think we’ve had enough already?”
“Well, one more won’t hurt,” she shot back, opening the fridge door. “As long as you’ll still be able to get it up later.”
“Hey,” I warned as she smiled teasingly. “That was an isolated incident.”
“Sure, sure,” she said, smiling as she grabbed two glasses from the cupboard. “We’ll see.”
I smirked as I walked by, giving her a firm pat on the ass before heading towards the living room. A few minutes later May followed, carrying two glasses. She set one glass on the coffee table in front of me and sat on the other couch, immediately taking a long drink.