A Girl's Night Out/"Yeah, I know where it is."

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 22:21, 13 September 2015

Layla waves at you. "Okay, cool. Just get her there before she's sick all over the floor."

Swallowing, you start making your way across the bar, hoping the bathroom isn't in the exact opposite direction you're going. The place isn't too big, but there are a lot of people. It's Friday night, after all.

Jay lays her head on your shoulder, her face flushed against your bare skin. "Bathroom's further this way, by the games."

You nod and head to where you see the edges of some pool tables, too embarrassed to even thank her. The woman too drunk to even walk right had to tell you where the bathroom was.

A few heads turn your way and a few voices call out in concern, but you ignore them and push open the bathroom door. Leading her to a stall, you open its door and let her kneel down in front of the toilet.

The seconds tick away as you lean against one of the stall dividers and hope she'll be all right. Sure, you ended up drinking at parties in high school, but you never stayed long enough to witness things like this.

After a minute, she still hasn't gotten sick. You peek into the stall cautiously and see her getting to her feet. She wobbles and falls into the side of the stall.

Without thinking, you rush in to help her stand. "Easy," you say, placing your hands on her back and stomach and trying to keep her upright. "I thought you were going to be sick."

She shakes her head slowly. "Layla likes t'over exaggerate." Her arms slide easily around your waist, and she draws you into her warm body. "I'm used to drinkin' a lot."

Now you don't feel quite so bad about her guiding you to the bathroom. "You could've told me that. I was really worried. Well, I still am, since you can't even stand up-"

Her lips are on yours. You freeze up for a moment, shocked by the lack of warning.

Push her away.

Do nothing and kiss her back.

Feel her up.