Kylie and Keith survived their... eventful week together.
And, now they're living their life like each other's yin and yang. Balancing each other out, and reigning each other in.
Until, news is heard.
Good news.
Keith gets selected to tour Europe wi...
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(Kylie's POV)
Yellow was nowhere to be seen. So, I just routinely took on my opponent, and took a seat at the bar after.
Melanie wasn't there, either, and a platter of unattended shots lay beside me.
I'd woken up feeling worse than ever, and at that moment, I didn't care what those shots were (granted that it was quite possible the worst decision I'd ever made), but I picked one up and threw it back.
The liquid burned as it gushed down my throat, setting my cells on fire. Immediately, I wanted another.
One after another, I threw them back, until finally, someone grabbed my arm and yanked me away from the counter.
"The hell is... Are you...?!" I barely understood what was being very clearly yelled at me, and I think I showed it, because I made a drunken attempt at dodging a fist, and ended up resplitting my stitches.
Wow. I survived a whole match and this is how they tear?
The fiery pain on the side of my face sobered me a little, focusing my gaze and pulling some of my thoughts back.
"You little brat!" I dodged another fist, much better this time, resulting in the fist colliding with the wall behind me.
A howl erupted from my attacker, and another punch was thrown. But this time, I forgot this wasn't a ring, and that there were no rules. The person kicked me hard, nearly rendering me unconcious.
I smiled in a way I could only assume was creepy, and raised my fists, probably looking like an unco-ordinated kangaroo (no offence to all the unco-ordinated kangaroos out there, you guys rule). Again, the hand moved. This time probably to slap me, but I never found out.
My vision was filled with an extremely bright yellow that seemed to burn my eyes.
Then words were exchanged, and I was dragged away towards, what I could only assume were the dressing rooms.
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I smiled happily while my saviour re-stitched my face. The alcohol made me feel light and woozy inside, drowning all and everything else.
I hummed quietly to myself, trying to ignore the yellow figure looming above me, and focused on the happy feeling, instead.
Suddenly, the person wasn't there anymore, and some weird-tasting water was being poured down my throat.
Then, the world came back into focus.
Thoughts rushed back into my head, and I felt grounded enough to notice the the confused, shock-ridden expression on the face in front of me.
Daisy's face.
"Oh, hi!" I exclaimed chirpily, while I waved energetically.
The alcohol clearly hadn't worn off.
"Are you... Drunk?!"
"No."
"Don't lie to me!"
I giggled.
"I don't know you."
Daisy growled.
"We need to get you home."
"Home..." I nodded.
Daisy's eyes lit up for a second.
"Did you drink anything?" She asked slowly and gently.
"Drink!" I nodded with vigour. "There was these cute little glasses on the counter."
My voice came out with a slight slur.
"Cute little glasses?" Daisy's voice sounded strained, but she pushed on. "How many of these cute little glasses did you drink from?"
I apused for a second while I counted.
"10 or 11." I said thoughtfully.
"What?! You. Did. What?!"
I nodded again.
"Okay, we really need to get you home."
"Home is where the heart is." I said carefully, yawning at the end.
"Yes, yes. Now can you walk?" Daisy snapped.
"Walk, yes!" I nodded and stood up, before promptly collapsing. "Down we go!"
I don't think I ever touched the ground, but I can't be sure, because everything went black after that.
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My vision wavered in and out after that, and so did my conscious
Neither here nor there, that's the way it goes.
Over and over again, louder and louder it was chanted.
Until finally, everything faded one last time and all that existed was peace.
