A/N: Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed the first installment!

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Clare's POV

"Alli, I REALLY don't think going to this party is a good idea," Clare commented as she attempted to pull down the too-short pink dress she wore. Alli insisted on Clare borrowing something from her wardrobe and doing her make-up. 'It's our first college party!' she had said. 'Live a little!' Clare, wanting to be known as something other than a 'saint' her first semester at York University, allowed Alli to doll her up.

"Clare, for the love of God, do NOT whine like this at the party," Alli rolled her eyes. "And besides, it's SAV'S fraternity. We'll be fine. Come on, we're almost there. And stop pulling on that dress! You look hot!"

"But Eli-"

"-is having a GUY'S night with Adam! You two don't have to spend EVERY SECOND together!"

"Fine." They arrived at their destination. "Let's go in then, shall we?"

An hour later

"Alli, this is soooo yummy," Clare slurred. She was on her third cup of the party punch, and for some reason everything seemed rather…blurry. "Alli?" She turned to see the girl in question making out with a pledge (the paddle around his neck gave it away). "Oh, God." Clare's eyes lit up. "I miss Eli…I WILL CALL HIM!" A few people turned to see who was yelling, but Clare was rather oblivious to the eyes on her. She stumbled outside, phone in hand. Once on steady feet on the porch, she phoned her boyfriend.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hey Baby," Eli answered suggestively. Clare burst into giggles. "Who, what's so funny?"

"Eli, I just wanted to call and tell you…and tell you….hehehehehehehehehehe!"

"Clare, tell me what?"

"I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT YOU HAVE A REALLY CUTE BUTT!" Clare received a few dirty looks, but she was far too gone in laughter to notice or care.

"Why, Saint Clare, are you drunk?" Eli asked through the phone. "And…thanks."

"What? Noooo all I've had to drink is the pretty pink punch! ALLI is the dumb bitch drinking from the KEG!" Clare smiled into the phone, giggling again.

"Clare, did you just call your best friend a dumb bitch?"

Clare tilted her head, thought, and…couldn't quite remember. "I don't know, did I?"

"I think you did, Babe."

"Eli, I loooove you. You are soooo sweet." She suddenly felt a warm sensation in her legs. "Eli, I want to fuck you. Right here. On this porch."

"CLARE!"

"What, Eli?" Clare twirled her hair. "I wanna do it like we did it when we watched the Discovery Channel."

"Oh my God…you're wasted."

"Oh, I see Alli…love you bye!"

She hung up.

"ALLI!" Clare threw her arms around her best friend.

"Whoa, Clare…you're toasted." Alli giggled.

"Alli, I only drank PUNCH! I'm just happy. Geeze, you sound like Eli…"

"Um, Clare…" Sav joined the girls (out of nowhere, because these things happen at frat parties). "That punch has huge amounts of vodka in it."

"….Oh." Clare paled. "That would explain why I need to puke then, wouldn't it?"

…

Everything was spinning; she couldn't stop her gaze from trying to catch the objects dancing around her. Her clothes felt stifling; when did it get so hot?

She sat down on the window seat in the bathroom of…of...where was she, again? Oh, right. Frat party. Alli. Sav. Oh, God…the punch…dammit.

"Need…Eli…" She reached into her pocket for her cell phone. Thank God he's on speed dial. After fumbling for the number '3', she heard it start ringing.

"Clare?" he answered on the first ring. Oh, Eli…

"Eli…" Oh no. Clare threw the phone down as she heaved into the bathtub. The toilet was right next to her, but she chose to vomit in the bathtub. Brilliant. Once the nausea faded, Clare again grabbed her phone. "Are you there, Eli?"

"Babe, I'm right outside. I'm here, don't worry."

She then blacked out.

42 minutes later…

"Mmm?" Clare looked up at the bathroom ceiling. "Eli…"

"I'm right here, Clare." Eli ran his fingers through her hair.

"Punch…"

"Yes, Clare….punch." He grinned at her, and now that she was slightly out of her haze, Clare could see he was a bit tipsy too.

"Why are you here?"

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Of course I am, Eli, I'm just…confused…"

"Sav called. Said he thought you needed me."

"Oh."

"You got sick again…"

"Oh, God, Eli…I'm so sorry…guy's night…"

He smiled down at her. "It's okay, Dear." He chuckled. "But Clare…if you ever drink again…don't wear a skirt, okay?"

She tilted her head, confused. "Huh?"

"Well, you sort of…um…"

"Spit it out, Goldsworthy."

"You MAY have shown half of Kappa Sigma Pi your Care Bear panties…"

Clare felt the blood rush to her face, and knew it wasn't from the alcohol this time.

"Hey, it's okay," Eli shrugged. "I like your cartoon undergarments. I just don't like Neanderthals seeing them." He leaned down to kiss her.

"Eli, no!"

"What?"

"I puked a whole bunch!"

"I don't care, Clare."

Their lips met.

Eli's POV

"Chug, chug, chug!"

Eli smirked and drank the second shot of tequila, feeling accomplished. He was surrounded by some of Adam's new friends, and they were all cheering on him.

"Oh god," muttered Eli, feeling slightly dizzy. "That second shot was not a good idea."

Adam started laughing uncontrollably, and Eli grinned. Someone pat Eli on the back, and people continued to drink and chat.

Eli's phone started ringing and he answered. Clare was obviously drunk, and he found this amusing.

After the first conversation, he hung up and chuckled, and Adam handed him a rum and coke. "Are we mixing our drinks today?" winked Adam.

"Um, yeah," said Eli, and took the drink from him. "So, my girlfriend is at a party, and she just called me. She's wasted! And apparently, I have a cute butt."

"Aha, you're getting some tonight!" laughed Adam, sounding a bit tipsy.

"I do not need Clare to be drunk to get some," mocked Eli, and regretted it. "Ah, forget I said that."

"Nooooo, it's in my brain forever, you idiot!" said Adam, and punched Eli playfully in the arm.

Later

He grimaced at the sight of Clare in such a pitiful state. He was a bit drunk himself, but Clare seemed miserable.

When Eli told him about her Care Bear panties, Clare's expression broke his heart. He just wanted to make her feel better, and leaned in to kiss her. She had seemed horrified at Eli's approach, claiming that she had just thrown up, but honestly, Eli didn't care much.

Nothing made sense, anyway.

He kissed her, and pulled away, chuckling. "You might want a mint. I'll have one too." He pulled out a packet of gum from his pocket and handed one to Clare.

Clare chewed on it pensively, and started laughing. "I'm so drunk," she mumbled.

"You are," said Eli, and found her endearing. "Me too. I might have… mixed my alcohol tonight. Tequila is the devil."

Clare leaned in and kissed him hard, and Eli put her arms around hers eagerly. He lay down, and she was on top of him, kissing him.

Eli's head hit the bathroom tile hard as Clare's kissing got more aggressive, and this just got him even dizzier. But Clare was sliding her hands under his shirt, and he lost his train of thought.

She bit his lower lip and he groaned, Clare's body pressed against his. "Clare…" he started as Clare started kissing him on the neck.

"Shhh," she giggled, and sucked on his neck. He loved it, but he was sure he would get a hickey, and Adam would never let him hear the end of it.

"We need to stop," he said, and she groaned.

"Why? Because I'm drunk?"

"Because we both are. Come on. Let's go." They both sat, looking at each other bashfully. He stood up and held his hand out for her, and she held on.

She stumbled into his arms and grinned at him. "You're so cute," she said.

"Yeah, you too," he smirked, and kissed her. She kissed him back and started pushing him towards one of the walls.

"Clare!" he protested, but she giggled mischievously as she pressed him against the wall.

"You're drunk, so I'm going to take advantage of you!" said Clare triumphantly.

"You're just injuring me, Edwards," he snapped playfully, and Clare started kissing him on the neck again.

He couldn't take it anymore, and one of his hands slid up Clare's skirt, and teased the fabric of her underwear. She moaned against his lips, and he deepened the kiss.

"Guys, guys, is everything okay?"

Alli.

"Yeah," said Eli breathlessly, removing his hand from the inside of Clare's panties. She smiled knowingly at him and he kissed her softly.

"Come on, my lovely alcoholic," he said. "Let's go."