Two mature people meet during a snowstorm.
"Woah there!" Ben opened his eyes finally, seeing her clumsily try to get herself up. It took him a moment, but he saw that she was struggling to move, and was in a much worse condition than what he had seen her last. Seeing her like that made him wake himself immediately.
"Lyla?" He tried to lift her a little, and she fell onto her knees.
"Sorry!" She gasped.
"Lyla did you drink anything else when we came back?" He asked her with a worried expression on his face. He looked into her soft grey eyes, trying to figure out how intoxicated she was. Her sandy blond hair was an absolute mess from barely managing to get out of bed, and she kept trying to move her curvy round body into a position to get up. He had never seen her like this... Along with her body not cooperating with her, she looked confused, and scared.
She was trying to focus more on moving than answering his question.
"Lyla!" He put his hand under her chin, making her look up at him.
"W-what? You're... I-I didn... No I didn' wan' to... I didn' wan' to wake you.." She was slurring slightly, unsure of her words.
"It's alright, don't worry about it, what did you drink sweetie?" He asked.
"Just... water," She replied. "Are you sure?"
She nodded in response. He took a second to look at her and when he did, he finally noticed that her shirt was open.
"Oh.." He immediately looked away not wanting to think about it.
"Lyla your shirt is open," He commented gently.
"Wha?!" She looked down and finally saw it for herself. Her trembling fingers felt the side where the buttons should have been. "Gone!" She gasped.
Ben looked at her face, doing his best not to let his gaze go below it. She looked shocked. "What is it?" He asked.
She lifted the one side of her pajama shirt more, knowing that showing him would be faster than words at the moment. He tried not to let his eyes wander as he took a look at it, seeing what she was pointing out.
"When did that happen?" He asked her gently.
"I don... I don' know," She looked up at him desperately.
"Jesus..." He started to wonder if someone must have tried to slip something into her drink when she was at the bar.
"Did anyone talk to you when we were at the lounge?" He asked her gently. She shook her head still focusing on her shirt. She kept on running her hand up and down the side, looking for her buttons so she could fasten her shirt closed.
"Lyla look at me," Ben gently coaxed her.
When she was finally paying attention he took a hold of her shoulders.
"You didn't see anyone trying to talk to you, or staring at you? Anything?" He asked. She looked down, trying to focus enough to think about it. He let her take some time with his question. Finally she shook her head.
"Whhy?" She slurred.
"I think someone must have tried to roofie you,"
"W-wha-?!" She panicked as soon as the words left his mouth. He had to take a hold of her shoulders again to make sure she was steady enough to hold herself up.
"My... This was in my... in my closet.." She looked up at him.
"Do you think someone could have broken in?" He asked.
She shrugged not knowing what to say.
"Come on, we'll check out your room, and call the police if we need to okay?" He asked.
She let him put his hands underneath her arms to lift her up before he pulled the little blanket off of him.
He didn't think he would find anything, figuring that if someone broke in, he would have seen or heard something. The only sound that came from upstairs was his father's snoring, and his mother coming to, and from the washroom.
When they finally got up the stairs she wrapped her arms around him, seeming to be wobbly again. He was more concerned about making sure she was safe than trying not to look at her at that point.
Her bedroom door was open, as well as her closet, leaving no room for anyone to hide if someone was in fact lurking, unless they were in the hallway.