Late night on the third, or rather very early morning on the fourth, there was a loud knock on Gen's door, with some rather inebriated giggling on the other side of it.
Brandy giggled, staggering in. "THere! you are!" she slurred, managing to close in seductively on Gen. Evidently drunkenness doesn't cut back on sex appeal.
"Oh, definitely not," Gen says, her hand gripping Brandy's hair a bit tightly as the girl teases her. Her other hand quickly pulling off her nightshirt.