Sammi felt she needed to leave. It was like she'd gone too far and couldn't figure her way out of Derrick's room.
"I need to leave." She nodded, but a part of herself was unaware that she was only in her underwear. Her vision was caught off guard as she looked down on the floor wondering where her clothes went. She was barefooted.
"You don't want to go anywhere." Derrick pulled her back into bed. It was warm and quite comfortable.
"No, I-I have this friend who-who-" She cracked up laughing then. "Who wants me."
"But I want you." He was already undressed and waiting. Most of him was under the blanket.
She shook her head no, as if he'd offered her the worst Christmas present ever.
"See. I'VE GOT TO BE READY FOR HIM!" She thrust her arms about. He was not to touch her.
"Shhh..Amy, not so loud." He was trying to reach for her.
"AMY!" She laughed staggering about. "I'm not Amy." She shook with laughter. 'You want Amy, not me."
Derrick was getting peeved. Then came a tap on the door. He got up to try to calm her.
"I'm going and you can't stop me." She demanded then as she fell in his arms just to throw up all over his chest.
Someone came in then. She belched at him as she looked at Derrick with the mess.
"Are you all right?" Smed looked at Sammi.
She nodded and he put his coat on her. He walked her out of Derrick's grabbing her bag on the way.
"You might not want that coffee, after all." He had his arm around her. She started to cry.