Enjoy!

...

Sara was so wasted, even she knew it.

Yet she still had to do something.

She forgot what it was.

Oh! It was tell Mick something.

So she went to his room.

"Hello?"

"Something," she giggle.

Mick stared at her.

"Are you drunk of high?" he asked.

"I'm drunk!"

Suddenly, she fell, right into Mick's chest.

"Whoops!" she giggled, and Mick sighed.

This never happened to him. Usually, he was Sara, not Mick in this situation.

"Come on," he said as he dragged her into his room.

...

For some dumb reason, he decided to be nice and changed her.

Boy, that was a mistake.

As soon as he'd lifted the shirt off of her, he was apparently irresistible.

She kept trying to kiss him, and when that didn't work, she started to unbuckle his pants. He tried slapping her hand away, but that didn't work.

Now, he was a nice guy once you get past the beer, burns, and rudeness, but even he had his limits.

If a girl was going to undress him, then he would let it happen.

...

"Mick? Have you seen Sara?" Ray called, half hoping Mick wouldn't hear him.

Suddenly (apparently Gideon didn't like last night's show), the door opened, and Ray, Nate, and Amara were greeted by a barely awake Mick, with Sara cuddled up to him and resting her head on his stomach.

They were both naked.

"Sara!" Amara gasped.

"Wha?" she asked as she realized where she was.

"Holy shit! What the hell happened last night?"

She sat up, and realized she was naked.

"Didn't need to see that," Nate muttered. Amara nodded.

She lifted the blanket to cover herself before turning to Mick.

"Well, you were completely wasted, so I brought you into my room in hopes of you not bugging anyone else. Then, when I tried to changed you into more comfortable clothes, you decided that I meant sex. I'm a man, so I didn't last very long."

Ray smirked.

"I can't help but agree."

She walked over, blanket ignored, and slapped him.

Amara whooped, causing the rest of the crew to walk over.

"Are you sure that's Sara?"

She sighed as she faced her doom.