Her Nature

|Chapter 31|

I'm dying. I should have known.

I think deep down I did know. There is a reason parents don't want their kids drinking alcohol and a reason kids are afraid of the first drink. I knew all of this and yet, I let myself believe that I would be fine.

I wanted to spit it all out right then and there. I was ready to call it a night and rush up the steps to my toothbrush so that it could save me. I really wanted to, but I didn't. I held back the initial cough of the hot liquid hitting the back of my throat. I couldn't even swallow all of mine in one gulp, I had to take like three swallows. It obviously burned my throat but I was taken back by how warm it made me. I could feel the alcohol falling down my esophagus and spreading throughout my body in warm, comforting tingles. Almost like a sweet hug after a brutal punch.

I gasped and puckered my lips before holding the glass out for someone to take. "That was horrible."

"I know right." Emma smiled at me then giggled.

"One more!" Jake cheered and shoved the shot glass back into my hand. I groaned but did it anyway. We're having fun right?

They spent what felt like five minutes and five hours at the same time trying to convince to me to take another with them but let me go when I said I had to pee. I don't have to pee.

I stepped away from the group but felt the world shift within my first step. Oh, shit. Am I drunk right now? I spread my arms out to steady myself, "They say it distributes your weight. I am not meeting the floor today, no ma'am." I spoke aloud to myself.

I had to take each step slowly as to not fall. And to take a moment to giggle at myself of course. Everything was so funny how could I not laugh? "It's still so hot." I whined and fanned myself.

I watched my pathetic hand flap in front of my face uselessly, "You are no help at all, mister." I frowned before pushing it down and out of my way. After what felt like a hike up Mount Everest, I found a seat. Stretching out my arms, I shuffle to the chair with a cheesy grin on my face. I wrap my arms around it in a hug and plant a little smooch on her for good measure before collapsing in the chair. "You are a life saver."

I think I moaned when I sat back in the chair. Who knows it could've been the chair.

It feels amazing to be off my feet. I lean back and spread my legs to allow air flow up my skirt. My one leg came poking out where the silk split on the side but all the bits stayed covered. "That's right, you don't show no man the hoo-ha." I patted my skirt good job. After a second of sitting and staring into nothing, I remembered I was trying to take off my shoes. As I leaned over to reach my shoes, I felt everything I ate, including the chocolate cake, slide to the top of my stomach and press on my eating tube.

"Okay maybe not." I keep speaking my thoughts.

I pulled myself upright and decided to bring my foot up instead because I'm getting these shoes off no matter what. "I couldn't come to you Mr. Sparkles, but I can make you come to me." I evil laughed as I imagined the shoes as my trapped arch nemesis I've been chasing for years.

And was ready to beat the shit out of him because I can't undo the fucking buckle. "Come on you piece of sparkly shit." I growled. Tugging angrily on the strap, I huffed. Now I'm hot all over again and these damned shoes are still trapped on my feet. I stomped the foot down and stood. I stood too fast and my hand shot out to grip the chair before I fell.

"It's too hot for this bullshit." I grumble as I gather my skirt to one side to expose my legs and knot it. I sigh in bliss. The cool air attacked my heated skin, calming the rush of blood beneath my flushed flesh. "If only I could get the fucking-"