The crying game

Every once and a while you get involved with someone in your life thats a real fucking wackjob. I had one of these relationships with a girl. Alison was a knockout, perfect body, smart, sexy, but if you put a drink in front of her face she would take it down faster than secretariat could run the 40.
Which usually resulted in her being fun but also a sloppy mess. Now for most of the time I was hanging out with Alison she always had an on again off again boyfriend who treated her pretty shitty so i was usually there for her when she needed someone to talk to. One night she came over and brought a fifth of bacardi so I figured it was gonna be a slop show. It was the night of the Ohio State VS. LSU championship game and we made a bunch of bets like if there were 2 complete passes in a row we must take half a shot, just stupid side bets to keep it interesting. By the time the second half kicked of we were shitty, very shitty she was on top of me on the couch with my roommate sitting right next to us. Alison is begging to go upstairs and I kept telling her after the game but she wasn't having it so I take her to bed. About 20 minutes into knockin it out I flip her around and she starts crying, being the gentleman I am I ask what the problem is and she says nothing keep going. So I do and she continues this sobbing shit so I stop and she just breaks down and starts whimpering about her boyfriend and how she loves him. So I laugh and go to the bathroom downstairs to let her realize how stupid she is and I realize my roommate went to sleep so I gotta deal with this idiot by myself now. I return to my room after heating up some delicious Qdoba to find that Alison is gone. About 10 seconds later my roommate busts in my room laughing his ass off saying that she went into his room and cuddled up with him naked thinking he was me. So im thinking he's gonna pull the old choo choo on her which I would have completely condoned but he thought that was wrong or something. He is more amazed at the fact that his door was locked and this wastecase figured out how to pick it. We pick her up and throw her in my bed and set a time to go buy some deadbolts in the morning. Needless to say she had no idea of her antics the night before but I'm sure you do now haha