Behind Blue Eyes

Chapter 7 Amina

I spent nearly an hour trying to get ready. This is the first time I have been out in so long. Every dress I tried on didn't seem worthy enough for the club that Amber wants to go to. Eventually, I found a red dress hidden in the back of my closet that fits my curves.

I walk over to the kitchen in my tiny apartment to grab a drink of water. I have no idea how much I plan on drinking tonight, so this is my safety measure. So is the Tylenol pill I wrapped in a plastic bag and put into my purse.

I slip on a pair of black heels and grab my keys. Closing the door behind me, I see Amber coming around the corner.

"Hell yeah! I'm so excited." She shouts so loud that my neighbors probably hate me now. "Where is Jace?" She asks.

"I don't think he wanted to come after all."

"You dirty liar. What did you say to him?"

"Nothing, swear!" It's the truth. I didn't say anything to him, directly.

"Right. Anyway, it's only a ten-minute walk, let's go," she says as she pushes me down the hallway. "My friends are meeting us there!"

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The lights strain my eyes while I make my way back to the bar. I think drunk strangers make the best dance partners. No feelings attached which makes it better in my opinion. The music makes everyone's body move as if they are a puppet on strings. Just two people enjoying each other's existence and feeding off smiles.

Somehow in the middle of dancing, there was a guy looking help with his building. I swear I take work with me everywhere because I told him to come to the office and we can plan something out. I'm not sure if he actually needs help or if there is even a building he wants to get started, he was fliting a lot. It was great for my ego.

The music in here is blaring and I can hardly hear myself think. I guess that's a good thing, I only came here to have fun. I need to continue taking my mind off of Jace. I'm starting to think it would have been a good idea for him to be here tonight.

Wait? Is that the alcohol talking? I fucking hope so.

Alcohol. I need more.

"They cut you off, Remember?"

Ambers friends left us almost as soon as we got here. I think they are a little bit more than friends, so I don't blame them.

Someone is screaming at me. I never planned on drinking this much, but that's what the water and Tylenol is for. Look at that, sober me knew what to expect.

"Are you good?" Whoever this person is, they're holding me up.

I open my eyes and I realize that I fell into Amber's arms. I can tell she is trying to keep me steady, but she is not doing a great job at it. She is probably more sober than I am right now, though.

My foot hurts.

My head hurts.

So do my ears.

"Mia, can you hear me? Grab onto my shoulders." She is laughing at me. I can't blame her even if I wanted to, I would be laughing if I saw myself, too.

It feels like I am moving a million miles a minute. She pulls the stool out from the bar and motions for me to sit. Her long blonde hair is changing colors with the strobe lights. Red, green, pink. They all begin to mix too fast and now her hair looks like a rainbow. She rolls her eyes at me then directs her attention to the bartender.