i get filthy when that liquor gets into me {erika's flat}

"I think they've grown."

She stared at herself in the mirror of Erika's bathroom and examined herself one more time. She wasn't wearing anything sexy, because who had ainthing sexy when they were single. It'd be a complete waste of french lace. That wasn't what she was focused on however. Her blue eyes were focused on the rolls of shirt that seemed to be rippling between her breasts. She flicked her finger down it before rolling her eyes out and peeking her head out of the restroom. "Can your laughing, Erika!! I'm panicking! I think my tits have gotten bigger!" She stumbled out of the door way, before using the door frame to right herself as she swayed, giggling to herself. The room was uneven. Yes? Yes.

Drunk Alicia was drunk. At least she was in the confines of somebody's home to get righteously plastered, but she was drunk and planned on getting drunker as the night continued. There wasn't anything wrong with more alcohol in her bloodstream. She was still laughing as she began to walk over to where Erika was before something mean and stupid (read: air) reached out to trip her. She landed on the ground with a loud thump and sat there for a minute. "I think the floor reached up to take me." She slurred before laughter erupted from her stomach, and she had to use her hands to pull it in. She was sure that if she laughed too hard, all her guts were going to fall out, and she'd have to use safety pins to hold them back in. She wasn't sure if that was condusive to more drinking, so she was going to hold her insides in so they wouldn't get out.

She tucked her legs against her chest before using her non-existent coordination to roll over to the edge of Erika's bed. When her face finally brushed against the duvet, she uncurled from her makeshift wheel formation, and used her hands to pull her self up on her knees. When her rosy face peeked over the top of the bed, she beamed at the blond bombshell, her eyes seeming to glitter with happiness. ...and booze. "Erika, you've got to try that!" She meant rolling along the floor. Alicia pulled herself up the bed before plopping on it, sitting in a crossed leg position. She reached over to the side table and took a sip of her drink, her nose wrinkling up at the strength. They'd done away with chasers about an hour ago, so it was pure whiskey in her tumblr. Sitting it down, she shook her head. "Gods above that's strong."

Alicia's hands immediately went to grab her boobs as she remembered what she was going to say to Erika. "ERIKA! My tits!" She squeezed them. "I think they got bigger." Her voice trailed of into a whine, and her full lips curled into a lovely pout. "I don't want them to get bigger, they are big enough." She'd had that shirt since her sixth year of school, a present from her mother. The cloth was dulled and shrunk from the wash,but the only thing she could focus on was how her breasts strained against the fabric.  She lifted them as if testing their weight. "It's like they want to get free and make me tumble over. WHAT IF  I FALL OFF MY BROOM?" Her gasp was big, dramatic and over the top as she stared at Erika. "I think I need another drink." In her hand almost as if she'd summoned it (she'd grabbed it but forgotten) was the glass of liquor. She blinked at it before drinking more, trying to wash away the ideas her boobs expanding so much that she tumbled to the ground off of her broom during a game.

"What use are tits as an accessory when no one wants to touch them?" Her wavy hair bounced as she set the glass down. Alicia's cheek used Erika's thigh as a pillow. "Oi! Are we going to play that game or what? You said something about a game seven shots ago." Her thoughts were scattered and connecting incorrectly. "I don't remember what it was about, but you said it was fun, and I want it now please." She popped Erika's thigh lightly with her palm. "Noooooow!"

Erika snorted. Propped up against her white headboard, she rolled her big blue eyes as she settled down against her numerous plump pillows and cushions. She was very much a pillow and cushion kinda girl. "You should be thankful," she called out as she drained the last teeny bit of alcohol from her bottle of beer before tossing it aside, letting it bump and roll along her wooden bedroom floor. "You've got a lovely pair of bouncing Buddhas," she said sagely.

"How can they just get bigger?" The tall blonde asked, looking confused as she reached up to scratch the back of her head absently as though her own question was unanswerable. "Did you spill a potion on them or something?" Confuzzled, she looked down at her own decidedly average rack.

The loud bang! from Alicia hitting the floor made her jump. And then laugh. Really laugh. Erika properly guffawed from her belly, throwing her head back and grabbing her sides as she gasped for breath. "Those pesky invisible floorboard hobgoblins strike again!" She exclaimed, her big blue eyes wide and unfocused. What time was it? Had she locked the front door? Could she smell pizza?

"No, thanks," the blonde laughed as she wiggled, trying to position herself a little more comfortably on her various cushions and pale duck egg blue duvet and sheets. "C'mere you weirdo," she said affectionately, reaching out to help haul Alicia back onto the safety of her mattress.

Erika didn't own pyjamas. Not really. When she slept, she usually slept in the nude. Sometimes she wore oversized, baggy tee shirts that belonged to her past various ex-boyfriends that she'd pinched but tonight wasn't the case. Tonight she wore a matching pair of lacy black underwear. The bra had silky straps and a delicate little satin bow in the centre of the cups, her bottoms took the form of cute boy shorts. She might have no significant other but Hell, she dressed for her.

Erika leant forward and filled Alicia's glass back up with the strong amber liquid before taking a sip from her own glass. She didn't know what was in it. It felt like gin but tasted like vodka. "There are men out there who would happily test the theory for you," she remarked as her friend grappled with her breasts. She snorted into her drink. If Murphy could see this now, his head would positively explode.

"They're lovely," she said soothingly, her eyebrows arched in question. Her gasp caused her to roar with laughter. "Alicia!" She yelled. "Did you ever think that maybe your shirt had shrunk in the wash?" She asked, still chuckling along. Erika tilted her head a little. "More drinks," she said suddenly, taking Alicia's glass and replacing it with another. The glass she'd swapped it with contained a clear, fizzy liquid that tasted a bit like booze soaked raspberries.

"If you fall off your broom, you have two built in air bags," Erika began before cracking up into laughter. As Alicia rested her cheek on her thigh, she reached down and stroked her hair.

"I don't know," she began, taking a sip of the vodka/gin/berry concoction. "Somewhere to rest your cereal bowl?" She offered. "Or somewhere to store your house keys? I dunno. I haven't had a good fondle in a long time," Erika lamented, her deeply pink lips down turning into a frown as her slender shoulders slumped. She tilted her head, a lock of blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she did so. "I think they're just for decoration but why?" She asked. "I know a few singletons you might like."

"Drinking games aren't that fun if there is only two of us," she said. "And no boys. If there was, we'd be playing strip poker by now and I'd be losing on purpose," she concluded as she finished the rest of her drink. "Ow!" she exclaimed when she was poked, flicking Alicia on the ear quickly. "We can play Never Have I Ever?" She asked. "It's simple. You say something you haven't done in life and if I've done it, I take a drink and vice versa." Then she paused. "I really want pizza."

"You've got nice tits, Erika..." A lazy hand reached up to squeeze one. "This is a nice bra!" As Alicia sat up and oogled Erika's bra, her hands were poking her boobs. "I want to go wherever you got this..." Right! There was talking before this. That two things at once thing was something she could do. Sort of. Walking and talking, no. Walking and snogging some guy, yes. Possibly. She didn't remember. "Do we need shot glasses for this game?" She'd played this game like once, but stayed sober the whole time. "I'm probably going to win." Alicia cupped Erika's face and began to whisper like she was telling a secret. "I haven't done much of anything..."

She flopped back on the bed and bounced, hand sliding up her stomach underneath her shirt. As she scratched her stomach, an idea came to her. "Did you say pizza? Did we order pizza? I think we ordered pizza...Yeah? Yeah..." She was hungry. She was so hungry, that she'd probably scarf a couple pieces and curl up in a ball. "What kind of pizza? I like cheese...or pepperoni..." She liked whichever would get in her stomach the fastest.

"...Erika, if you answer the door like that, I'm pretty sure the pizza man would try to fondle you." She shook her head, before holding her head. "Dizzy..." Alicia groaned, running her fingers through her hair. "What about that blonde guy who was in your face when I was at Gringotts? He had his hand on your tush, and you squeaked." She'd wanted to go save Erika, suspecting that she was in trouble. Then things got handsy, and Alicia couldn't help but blush before she'd escaped. Hands had went places in public that she'd not been ready to accept.

A pink tongue slid out to lick full lips and Alicia looked at Erika. "We probably should have done this at a club. I've this gold skirt and pink top that would have looked so fine out under the lights..." She wanted to move, wanted to dance. She wanted to do something, but she didn't know what it was. "We have to go out next time. You can bring blonde boy and I'll..." What would she do? Who would she bring? "I'll just dance with random strangers...or we could both go solo and yeah..." Now she was rambling. She paused before taking a deep breath. "Erika...What do you do if you like a guy that's kind of untouchable?"

"Oh thanks," Erika said, smiling proudly as she looked down at her chest. No one had ever really commented on her breasts. Probably because she wasn't one of those girls who dressed provocatively. The only flesh she tended to show was when she was working in the desert and it was forty plus degrees. Modesty didn't even really come into it then.

"I think I got this in Paris," she mused, frowning thoughtfully as a finger stroked the lacy outer of her bra. "We can go underwear shopping if you want!" Erika said, pepping up almost instantly. She liked underwear. She didn't care if it was supportive of comfortable, as long as it was silky or lacy or highly inappropriate, she was down for buying it. When squeezed, she snorted. "Are you finished?" She asked, looking amused.

"I dunno. I don't remember," she offered with a sheepish smile as she took a swig out of her bottle of cheap wine. As Alicia whispered, she found herself leaning into her with wide eyes. "You're such a stick in the mud," she chided softly, clearly joking, in a stage whisper. "You're young. You should be doing stupid stuff and making mistakes and getting into trouble. That's what your twenties are for, silly goose," she concluded, gently poking her friend on the tip of her nose.

"I'm fairly certain we ordered pizza," she offered as she tilted her head before snoring with laughter. "Maybe," she replied to the subject of the pizza boy. "Maybe I'd get free garlic bread. Hold that thought," Erika said briskly as there was a knock at the door. Quick as a flash, she leaped off the bed and ran through her apartment, still dressed only in her black lingerie to answer the door to a young and completely shell shocked teenage Muggle boy. Ehehe.

She returned a few minutes later carrying two boxes, some napkins and slightly out of breath. Erika sat cross-legged on the bed, opening the cardboard box to grab a large slice. Alicia had a pepperoni one with extra cheese and she had everything on hers. Chicken, chilli beef, roquito peppers, sweetcorn, mushrooms, the lot. "This is so good," she mumbled with a mouthful of pizza as she chewed, teasing at the cheese with her teeth before swallowing.

"Alas no free garlic bread and no fondling," she laughed before stopping swiftly. She blushed. "He's called Murphy," she offered in response to Alicia's question about her feeling up at the bank. She smiled gently. "He's super cute and we're sort of sleeping together sometimes," she offered with a shrug of her slender shoulders before taking another bite of her pizza.

"He doesn't date and neither do I," she went on to explain. "I can't date, really. I'm never in a place for more than three months at a time anyway. I like the arrangement I have set up with him, even if it's a bit infrequent. He has tattoos and you know I go ga-ga over a decent sleeve tattoo," she laughed, wondering absently. "He's kind of my part time lover. And a bloody good one at that."

"Yeah but if we were in a club, the drinks would be more expensive and I'd have to put on clothes," Erika said with a winkle of her nose in distaste. "Oh that sounds nice," the tall blonde said with an encouraging smile. She laughed again. "I'll leave blonde boy at home. It can be a girls' night out," she said, poking Alicia's arm fondly. "I can see if Lulu wants to come but I dunno if she's a club kinda girl." She wondered if any of the Trickett clan were club-goers. Hm.

"Untouchable?" Erika asked, looking confused, her alcohol soaked brain slow and furry. "Is he radioactive or something?" She asked, blinking, pausing to drink some wine out of the bottle like a real classy lady. She shrugged. "You touch him when no one's looking," Erika concluded seriously, tilting her head at her friend. "Oh shit Alicia," she groaned. "Have you fallen for a married man again?"

"I've been to Paris. Where have all the fancy underwear shops been when I've been there." A decidedly sulky look covered her face as she thought about all the times she'd been in France and missed out on all of the pretty lacy things. Lace felt so good against her skin. So did silk. She really loved silk. Most of the actual pajamas she'd used were silk. "We have to go shopping! I need pretty things." She grabbed Erika's hands and clutched them lightly, looking serious.

A stick in the mud? A STICK IN THE MUD! She was not-...yes she was. She was very much a stick in the mud. "Its true..." She nibbled at her lip, staring up at Erika. "All my friends are kind of boring. All they talk about is Quidditch, and marriage...I'm not ready to get married...I just want to date hot guys, go to parties, and explore the world." She'd hoped that moving teams would help her in her search for excitement. So far, it was a bust.

"GARLIC BREAD?" She yelled as soon as Erika popped up from the bed. "OH DO PUT ON SOME CLOTHES! Really Erika!" She huffed, absently plumping the pillows when the girl left. She took a swig out of Erika's unattended wine bottle before setting it back down. As soon as her blonde friend entered the room, it was like all Alicia could focus on was the box of pizza. She took the other box and opened it, her mouth watering. Her eyes flicked to Erika's and she bit her lip.

Like she was on a secret mission, she picked up one of her piping hot pieces of pizza and slid it into the empty spot where Erika's current piece used to fit. She then stole a piece next to it, and brought it up to her mouth and took a bite. Moaning softly, she chewed slowly as if to savour every piece. "Why is it that you always pick the things that seem to make the least sense, but taste so good...?" There was corn on this pizza. Corn? WHO ATE CORN ON PIZZA? Apparently Erika did, and now Alicia.

"He's called Murphy, and he's made you blush." Alicia remarked, giggling. She nibbled on her pizza before using a napkin to dab sauce from the corner of her mouth. "He was tall...that was as much as I'd seen..." She'd never been in a relationship at all, so when a just sex based relationship was mentioned, she was all ears. "H-How does that work? Do you guys just schedule up a time for sex and that's it? Or do you guys hang out, then f*ck every time you see each other?" Maybe Alicia needed one of those. It'd be better than the nothing she was doing now.

"Do you think me and Lulu would get along? I remember her from school, but a lot of people I remember from school act weirdly..." It was almost a phenomenon as if people who were in the same school for years at a time seemed to have forgotten exactly who they were to each other. She'd been party to so many re-introductions, and it was weird. "She was really nice if I recall...but we should do a girls night! I know a place where I can get us into VIP and they usually supply us with free drinks." It was nice sometimes being a Quid player on a popular team.

"What's radioactive? Is that some type of muggle thing?" Her head tilted to the side and she grabbed a piece of her super cheesy pep pizza and took a giant sized bite out of it. She took a little bit of time chewing, and her cheeks began to flush as Erika kept talking. Alicia chewed faster, using her napkin to hurriedly wipe her lips off before slapping Erika on the shoulder lightly. "WHAT? Stop ittttt." She wailed, shaking her fist at the blonde. "I...can't touch him. Well, at least like that...he's already caught me staring a few times, and he likes to tease me..." Her forefingers began to poke together and she sighed softly. Before she could respond again, Erika said the thing and mortification filled her entire being and her head drooped.

"It was one time! One time!and I didn't do anything...He was just...really charming, and I didn't know he was married until he came to one of the Balls with his wife." She scowled deeply, thinking about that bastard. "He kissed me anyways." It was one of the more embarrassing times of her life, and she'd pretty much hid herself from people for weeks afterwards. Luckily, no one had known of her infatuation, but she'd been paranoid like someone had.

"It's...it's not like that...at least not really." Alicia couldn't look at Erika as she thought about Leifr. "He's handsome...and funny. He's a bit of a jerk though. He teases me, and I think he likes to make me blush like its a thing to be proud of. I don't think he does that dating thing, and that's fine. I don't want to settle down just yet...more like, I'm not ready to settle down. I just kind of want to kiss him a bit...maybe slide my hand down his back and grab his arse because it's mighty fine..." As was the rest of him. It didn't really connect to her that she was describing a cousin to Erika, but she had no intention of mentioning his name, so it was okay, right? "But he's a bit older than me, and it'd be inappropriate...Not because he's a tad older than me, but because...of the environment that we find ourselves in most of the time."

"We're going then," Erika said swiftly with a nod, messy blonde locks falling haphazardly around her slender shoulders as she let out a very unladylike burp. "We should go soon," she went on, downing another portion out of her wine bottle. "Maybe like, next week?" She asked, eyes sparkling. It was a very Erika like thing to do. Jump in feet first. When she was travelling, she rarely booked in advance. She usually turned up and flirted her way into a hotel. "'cause the Christmas decorations'll be up by now and the French boys are all gorgeous and tooootally out of my league, so there's no drama hitting on them."

Erika swiftly wrinkled her nose at the idea of marriage. "Urgh, no thanks," she grumbled, sounding disgusted as she shook her head. "I don't think marriage is for me. I'm not good with anything permanent," she explained. "Hey I'm not boring!" She exclaimed with wide blue eyes, feeling mildly affronted by Alicia's comment and not understanding that it didn't necessarily concern her. "I like hot guys and I like parties so we're on the same wavelength," she said, clinking her glass against her friend's.

"Because I'm flawless," the tall blonde said with a sweeping bow before spinning in a neat little circle. "And chilli beef is divine and you should have it on everything," she gushed before taking another bite and looking around for more drinks. She frowned. "I think all the good stuff is gone and all we have left is beer."

"Stop it," Erika warned, holding up a slim index finger as she snorted. "He's just a very nice, kind man," she mumbled, feeling her cheeks grow hot. "Who throws you around the bedroom like a rag doll but will also make you pancakes for breakfast," she tacked onto the end softly. "I mean we're not dating. I don't think he's interested but I like him a lot. I like what we have going on." She paused and then she laughed, hard. "Alicia!" She cooed. "That's called a booty call and we are ladies, we don't do that." Cough.

She shook her head, chewing again. "Nah. We just sort of hang out? Maybe have lunch or something or go for a walk or maybe go to a museum. We're friends," she said with a smile. "Not always," she explained softly, shrugging gently. "It happens sometimes but not all the time. I know he sees other people which is fine. We're sort of friends with benefits?" She grimaced. "I hate that phrase. It's basically the good parts of a relationship but without the relationship," she concluded. "It's easy, it's simple, it's uncomplicated and it suits me just fine."

"Totally," she said with a stern nod of her head. "She's lovely. You're lovely. It's meant to be. I think she hates her job," she said with a lopsided grin. "So I'm sure she'll be willing to forget about it and come out with us for the night and I was always told never to pass up the opportunity of a free bar."

"Owwww!" Erika whined as she was shoved, wobbling a little on the mattress as her wine sloshed precariously. She offered Alicia a wolfish grin as she wiggled her slender eyebrows at her suggestively. "A forbidden romance!" She gasped melodramatically, eyes wide as she slung her arm outwards. "Oooh pray tell, you naughty little chaffinch," she laughed, leaning in as though she was expecting her friend to spill the beans in a faux Shakespearean manner.

Erika nodded sympathetically. "He was such an arsehole," she said darkly as she took another bite of her pizza. She smiled gently before sighing deeply. "Yeah charm's a killer," she said, reaching across the bed and squeezing her friend's knee affectionately. "We need to make a deal," she said suddenly, her pretty face lighting up. "No married men, no almost married men, no weirdos," she paused. "No I like weirdos," she corrected herself. "And no serial killers. Even if they're cute. Deal?" She asked, holding out her little finger for Alicia to pinky swear.

"You're so darn cute," Erika chuckled, making kissy faces at her friend. "No one's saying you need to date him," she explained with a nod of her head. "You just need to get your rocks off and he probably does too," she said conversationally with a shrug of her slender shoulder.

"Oh my gosh," she said with a slow, wicked smile. "You really like this guy, don'tcha?" Erika pressed the brunette, wiggling her fingers at him. "Older guys are fun," she said. "They're willing to do more stuff. I prefer older men," she said matter-of-factly. The environment that they found themselves in? Confused, Erika tilted her head a little with a small frown. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Like a sex dungeon?" Erika asked with wide eyes. "Because I can see why that'd be a bit awkward."