I am finally putting up the events of that night at the CDC. Did they or didn't they? I guess you'll just have to read and see :) And I am currently in the process of creating the sequel to Game Over, so look out for that. Anyway, enjoy! :)

KAIYA'S POV:

I opened the door to see Daryl standing there, his hand on the back of his head. His eyes were glued to the corner of the door by my foot.

I looked from him to the spot he was concentrating so hard on and back to him. Then I bent down and waved my hand a few times in front of the door's corner. "I think you're more drunk than me," I slurred, tipping my bottle up again and walking back over to my bed.

I could hear his footsteps follow me into the room and follow me over to the bed. I sat back against the wall, positioning myself as I had been sitting before Daryl got here.

He sat down on the edge of the bed. I silently passed the bottle to him. After he had taken a few drinks, I broke the silence.

"So what'd you need?"

His form was getting a little blurry.

He waited until taking another long gulp and handing me the bottle back to answer. "Just came to… uh, see how yer doin'."

I cocked a brow at him and gave him a "really? That's the best you can come up with?" look. "Damn," I said, my words slurring dangerously. "Even when I'm drunk I can tell you're lying." I smirked and brought the bottle back to my lips.

But the bottle was yanked away and replaced by a pair of lips. I kinda preferred the warm, peppermint taste of Daryl's tongue to the burning alcohol. I could tell from the strong back layer of flavoring in Daryl's mouth that he was pretty trashed, too.

I felt him start to shift and opened my eyes to see him crawling up onto the bed on his hands and knees trying not to break the kiss. I smiled into his mouth and moved around so I was sitting up on my knees, facing him sitting the same way.

He pulled out of the kiss for a minute and held a finger up. He leaned over and placed the bottle gently on the ground beside the bed. He turned back to face me, tenderness, lust, compassion, and longing all bundled together in the way he whispered, "Kaiya."

Both of us lifted our hands to slowly reach forward and seize the other's face, just watching. I rubbed my thumb over his cheek, smiling at the faint red covering it. I dropped my hand down to his shirt, unbuttoning it, fumbling a little with drunken fingers.

He kept watching my face as I set to my task. When it was completely unbuttoned, he shrugged out of it, tossing it down beside the liquor.

I admired his nicely toned stomach and chest, laying my hands on them and trailing my fingers along the warm skin over the tight muscles. I felt him shudder under the light dragging of my cold fingers and grinned. He grabbed onto my hand and pulled me forward, holding me against him in a hug.

I nuzzled his chest with my cheek, raising one hand to rest in front of my face just over his heart. I could feel it beating unevenly under my palm. I pulled my head back a little and then kissed from his chest up his neck until I reached his mouth. I hoped that was sexy and not clumsy. Whatever, he's drunk, too, he'll understand.

I felt along his arms, squeezing it and beginning to feel my common sense leave me.

But the door opened suddenly, swinging inward to reveal a red-eyed Glenn. He was quite obviously hammered.

Daryl jumped away, not bothering to put his shirt back on. Not that I minded.

Glenn walked in, completely ignoring the two of us and sat down on the bed, eyes wide and staring.

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Glenn, are you alright?"

He turned his eyes to me. "I'm. So. Drunk."

I chuckled. "You're not the only one, kid," I said, patting his back and sitting down, trying to calm my racing heart.

"You guys, too?" he asked, eyes drooping and his tone sounding like that of a little kid high on laughing gas. Naïve and slow.

Daryl nodded, blinking the spots from his vision.

"Lets go cause some mayhem," I said, grabbing them both by their elbows and tugging them from the room. In my drunken stupor I forgot about being mad at Glenn.

We skipped (or at least I did) down to the rec room.

When we opened the door, Shane and Lori were standing there. Lori looked frightened and Shane looked pissed and disappointed.

"Hola!" Glenn called, making them jump.

"Howdy," Daryl said, nodding goofily to them.

Feeling left out of the greeting, I threw in, "Aloha!"

Shane cocked a brow at us. "What are you guys doing?" He took a few steps closer, inspecting Glenn. "Your eyes are red, Glenn. How much have you been drinking?"

Glenn seemed to seriously consider that, frowning in thought at the ground. "Gee, occifer. Your eyes look really glazed. How many donuts have you been eating?"

Shane gave him a flat, unimpressed look and stomped past him, leaving Daryl and I to chuckle at his joke that, unfortunately, would be forgotten by us three the next morning.

I got a brilliant idea. "Guys, we gotsta be ninjas for a few minutes, alrrrighty?" I asked, whispering loudly and making them huddle closer.

"I was born a ninja," Glenn defended.

I nodded and started walking out of the rec room and down the hall, quickly trying to be sneaky. But what we thought was stealthy was probably actually lumbering and uncoordinated. We made our way down the hall, still sneaking for reasons unknown, but I had learned long ago never to question a drunk… Especially if that drunk is yourself. It only leads to more chaos.

We snuck along the wall, going to the cord hooked up to my phone. I yanked it off and then we hightailed it out of the cafeteria like kids stealing cookies from the cookie jar. Glenn and Daryl were snickering for no reason at all, trying to keep their laughter quiet.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, beginning to walk back down the hall to the rec room. "Drunks."

I noticed Andrea beginning to walk through the door to her room. She glanced around at us before giving me an amused smirk. "Booze wont solve your problems," she sang.

"Neither will milk!" I called back to her, making her grin. I led Glenn and Daryl back into the rec room and we began looking through everything, trying to find anything to keep our ethanol-clouded minds occupied. All we found were a deck of cards, a plastic fish, and a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. We held onto our newly found toys and ran back to my room.

It was weird to see Daryl so… what was the word… giddy? Goofy? Drunk?

Glenn passed me the plastic fish. I just looked at it. What in the hell was I supposed to do with this?

I threw it in his face and set my camera up, ready to snap any random shots I could. I got one of Daryl smacking Glenn in the back of the head with the fish.

"Hey, guys," Glenn said, calling our attention to him.

"Yeah?" Daryl asked, eyes red and limply beginning to fall.

"Why does a place with a bunch of smarty-pants doctors have a plastic fish in it? It doesn't add up," he examined the fish in his hands, moving it over and over as though he thought it was a spy.

I snapped a picture of that.

I grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and handed it to Glenn, snatching the fish and throwing it back against the wall.

"To drink or not to drink?" Glenn asked, his words slurring.

"Who said that?" Daryl asked.

"Shakes-beer," Glenn said, snorting with laughter.

I giggled and tumbled over, leaning against Daryl's strong arm for support.

He grinned lopsidedly down at me. "Whiskey is risky, but it makes the girls frisky," Daryl said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes and snatched the bottle back, ripping the top off and downing a fiery gulp. I shook my head and grasped Daryl's arm a bit harder. He chuckled, taking a swig himself. As the bottle went around, we got considerably more drunk and stupid.

Nothing that was said made sense. Until Glenn said, "Let's play strip poker!" and pulled out the deck of cards. Of course Daryl and I, being the drunken lunatics we were, thought this was the best idea ever and told him to deal.

We didn't play by the rules at all, just throwing out whatever cards we could and taking off an article of clothing any time we felt compelled to do so. We thought this had been the most productive and amazingly game of poker ever, but we were sorely mistaken. It mainly consisted of drunken ramblings and us making new rules up every turn.

By the end of the game, Daryl was in just his boxers, Glenn was in his, and I was still in all my underwear (bra and panties alike) and jeans. The two boys' eyes had nearly popped out of their heads when I took my shirt off. How weird. I was like Glenn's little sister and that was probably the first time he had seen a real life woman (I don't know what he does in his alone time!) without her shirt on.

I smiled smugly at them. "Guess I won," I said, picking through the pile of clothing beside me.

"Come on, that's no fair!" Glenn said.

"Why not?" I pouted.

"Because we're over here in our undies and yer still in most of yer clothes. Damn cheat," Daryl grumbled, taking another drink of the Jack Daniels bottle.

"I'm not a cheat!" I defended.

"Then you gotta do something to make it up to us," Glenn said, handing me the bottle.

I took a drink and considered. But I was drunk so my thought process didn't really get too far. "Like what?"

"Hickey!" Daryl said.

Glenn and I both turned to stare at him; this was the weirdest thing to be said all night. And we had been drunk and just spewing shit randomly all night.

"We gotta give ya a hickey," he explained, leaning back and looking pleased with himself.

I thought about it and thought 'eh what the hell?' kinda like when you're drunk… oh, right. "Alright. But only if you promise not to call me a cheat again," I said, pointing at Daryl.

He nodded, grinning.

"Alright, so who is doin' this?" I asked, standing up.

"Both of us," Daryl replied.

I would never have agreed to this (letting Glenn, practically my brother, give me a hickey), but I was drunk and there was not much I could do to keep any kind of sense whatsoever. "Alright," I sighed.

Glenn and Daryl stood up. Glenn looked like he didn't want to do this and I bet, because he was drunk, he thought he was the one getting tricked into stuff. "Where?" Glenn asked, looking up at Daryl.

Daryl looked my topless (not braless) body over. "Anywhere unclothed."

Glenn grimaced and stepped forward, putting his mouth to my neck, beginning to suck. Never in all my life have I felt more awkward.

Then Daryl stepped forward in only his boxers just as Glenn was. "Glenn, leave," he said, not turning away from me.

"Thank you!" Glenn shouted, running from the room. Guess he didn't want to make things more awkward and just stand there and watch. I guess he also forgot about the scene he had created earlier in the cafeteria. We were all drunk, so we all had.

As soon as Glenn left the room, the ferocious lust was right back in Daryl's eyes, burning and consuming.

I bit my lip to hide a smile and backed up against a wall.

He moved forward, putting his hands on the wall on either side of me. He leaned down and crushed my lips with his.

I grabbed the back of his head, latching onto his hair and pulling him down to me.

He growled against my lips, making me shiver. He grinned and pulled his face back only a few centimeters. Then he moved his hands from the wall to my shoulders. He gave me a playful smirk and said, "Hickey time," then bent down to put pressure on the exposed area above my bra on my left breast.

I giggled softly and sat back and let it happen. When he stood back up, I looked down and could only make out the purplish bruising, not actually defined shapes. Though I could tell there was some kind of design to it.

I grabbed my bag and started to walk over to the bathroom. On my way, I grabbed Daryl's pants from the floor and threw them in his face. "Get dressed, silly boy," I said, stumbling and giggling my way into the bathroom.

I shut the door and started to take a shower. Over the sound of the hot water running over my body, I could hear someone (it sounded like Rick) say, "Why is Glenn out here in his underwear?"

I heard Glenn laugh.

Daryl said, "Aint ya never played strip poker afore?"

I giggled and continued to wash my body of all the blood dirt and filth of the last few weeks.

I reached up and felt my face, remembering the blood still smeared on my cheek from the night of Amy's death. The thought of that night made a few quick imaged flash through my mind.

Andrea crying over Amy's profusely bleeding body. Daryl holding me as I wept for my lost friend. The tightly packed dirt just in front of the lawn chair I was sitting in before I squeezed my eyes shut and dug my fingers into my scalp to try and block out the sound of the gun shot that rang out shortly after.

I felt some water drip down my face that I wasn't sure had come from the showerhead. I kneeled down, wrapping my arms around myself and crying until I felt like passing out.

I knew I probably shouldn't just pass out in the floor of the shower, so I shut the water off and hopped out, towel-drying myself. I looked at myself in the mirror. Other than some puffy, red crying eyes, I looked one hundred percent better. Clean.

I quickly got dressed in my pajamas (fluffy pajama bottoms and a black tank top) and left the bathroom.

I saw Glenn and Daryl passed out on the floor. Glenn was still in his underwear, but at least Daryl had put his pants back on. They weren't buttoned, but they were on.

Daryl still had the Jack Daniels bottle tucked in the crook of his elbow and his mouth was hanging slightly open. There was a hand thrown over his forehead and the other was resting lightly on his chest.

I smiled down at him. I could hear his deep breathing clearly.

Glenn was in a kind of awkward sleeping position. In one hand he held my SoCo bottle and the other arm was bent behind him. But that wasn't the uncomfortable part. His feet were propped up on the end of the bed and he was laying on his stomach. But because of the angle his propped-up feet put him in, he was pretty much laying on his face. One of his cheeks was pressed hard onto the carpet, making his mouth hang open as soft snores drifted out.

I rolled my eyes with a smile and grabbed both bottles of alcohol from the two, taking a gulp from each before returning them to the floor beside my bed.

I caught sight of Daryl and gave him a quick, soft peck on the cheek, hoping he didn't wake up, before jumping up into the bed and nestling into the comfy bedding.