Harry startled awake to the sound of the pounds on his door. He didn't remember falling asleep. but this was not a unfamiliar situation to him. He looked around to glean some clue as to the time and noticed that the sun was still up, barely.

He grabbed his phone as he made his way to the door. He had three missed calls from Glenne and numerous texts.

He figured it was her at the door, as the number of people with access was limited, but he checked the camera just in case.

Yup, there was Glenne, tapping her well-heeled soles and holding a BevMo bag.

"Hey Glenne, fell asleep, what's goin on?"Harry stretched.

"Move," she grunted pushing passed Harry and making for the kitchen.

"Did something come up, did Jeffery send you?'" Harry was still confused by her presence and her uncharacteristic rudeness.

When Harry reached the kitchen Glenne had blazed a trail to, he discovered that she was at the island with a cutting board, a lime, and a bottle of Casamigos.

"Glenne, you ok?"

"I had the day from hell, Selena has decided to quit snapchat, a licensing deal fell through, and my boss is an idiot who has no clue what I do. Jeff is out of town, so you will have to do. We are drinking, a lot," she finished as she poured a shot and quickly brought it to her lips, followed quickly by a lime wedge. "Here."

Harry took the proffered shot glass and lime wedge raised them up, toasting Glenne. "To a better night."

An hour later found them sitting in Harry's screening room, Glenne giggling away.

"No, you have to drink, I swear Ross said pterodactyl," she fizzed.

"He did not say pterodactyl he said faculty, I think he just became a prof. Doesn't he start dating his studdent soon?" Harry wondered aloud.

"No, you have to drink, I'm entirely too far ahead of you," Glenned slurred out.

Harry stopped for a second. They had watched one episode and had been keeping up with each other, but Glenne, who held her liquor remarkably well for a slip of a woman was hanging up her second sheet, maybe her third, while he felt somewhat level headed. This was strange role reversal as Glenne usually was leading Harry by the drunken hand.

"Glenne, have you eaten today?" Harry directed his attention away from Monica's cleaning freak out to see Glenne down another shot.

"Harry, you have to drink, that was definitely an ODC memment," she emphasized grandly with her shot glass thrust out to him.

"Glenne, hold on, have you eaten today?" Harry stood mentally cataloging what he had in the fridge.

"Hmmmm, I don't member, I think my assistant brought me a smoothie at lunch and I had a bowl for breakfast," she said doubtfully.

"You need to eat, let me see what I have," Harry hurried to the kitchen.

By the time he rejoined her, Glenne had relocated poolside and was shimmying out of her cigarette pants and her heeled boots had been kicked to the side.

"Glenne, stop, don't get in the pool. You need to eat something," he said as he plopped the cheese toast he had prepared on the side table.

"Nope, I'm going in, you'll have to stop me Styles!" and she cannon balled in surfacing with a yelped "fuck" and hopping to the stairs.

"Wasn't deep enough." Harry stated and moved to help her out of the pool. He guided her bunny walk over to the table and chairs the food were at. "Don't move--"

"But I wanna swim, Jeff would let me swim," Glenne complained.

"Glenne, you need to eat and I can see through your bra, and frankly, it's scarring me. Where is Jeff?"

"He's in New York, weather delay, I would have rather drank with him, at least then this night would end with an orgasm," she ended on a whine.

"And on that note, I'm going to get you a towel," Harry shook his head as he headed back inside. He grabbed a towel and passed by the screening room to see that the bottle was emptier than he recalled. Shit, she had more.

"Glenne, Glenne," Harry called as he moved back to the pool deck, not finding her.

He followed the wet footsteps to the french doors on the side of the house. He entered the guest room to see Glenne face down on the bed and already snoring still in her wet underwear.

"Shit," he exhaled.

Harry headed back inside to find her something to sleep in, opening his drawer and grabbing the first dark colored t shirt he could see and his tightest trackies.

Harry hurried back to the guest bed and nudged her several times to rouse her to dress herself. When he realized that wasn't going to happen, he sent up a silent prayer and unhooked her bra, careful to keep her chest flat to the mattress as he removed it from her body and slid the t shirt over her head and arms. He pulled the over sized garment down passed her hip and exhaled loudly as he worked up the gumption to slide Glenne's wet panties down.

"So fucking awkward," he swore as he placed them on the pile of her clothes next to the bed.

Head turned away he tried to fit her foot into the pants he had selected. He heard the chuckle before he saw Jeff at the door.

"Mate, this is not what it looks like." Harry promised and Jeff bent at the waist on a deep laugh.

"Really, looks like you wish you were anywhere else and like my beloved made a nuisance of herself," Jeff said through guffaws.

"Get your ass over here and help, I'm done trying to dress her in dry clothes while not touching or seeing anything I shouldn't."

Jeff walked over and took the pants from Harry, who started to exit the room and left behind only a middle finger salute as Jeff giggled out his last word.

"Who'd have though she would be the one who ended up white girl wasted."