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➹𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙉𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣➷

As I sit down, Foolish greets me and goes back to making some drinks. The bar's very crowded today. I can hear Hazel rambling on about how intense the tournament was and how everyone was watching me intensely. Apparently, she also caught the old angry woman. We laugh about it and talk about the variety of people there. She told me of how she got a bit better at cards since Aria taught her a little more. Once I tried to teach her, but it turns out I'm much better at playing cards than teaching it. We didn't get past the first half of lesson one with my horrible teaching.

An hour and a half passes and at this time, Hazel is well over drunk. I do eventually lose sight of her on the dance floor, her tight, grey dress is quite difficult to spot in a dimly lit dance floor. I lean on the bar counter, trying to spot her to make sure she isn't wandering off. She's crazy when drunk, once attempting to climb the wall while shouting the Spiderman theme song. Though we were lucky she only attempted it at home. A few times I spot her only to lose her in the crowd.

A few of the contestants come over to congratulate me, and I make good friends with some. I see Quackity being congratulated a few times aswell as he comes down to the first floor. Eventually the old angry woman begrudgingly congratulates me, saying "the mad woman with orange hair" made her do it. There's no other she could be describing other than Hazel. I converse with a few more gamblers, talking mostly of Poker. Hazel soon returns and talks me into one drink. I take small swings every ten or fifteen minutes. I see another player approach me, one which I recognize as the middle aged man who lost quite early on. He has a small smile on his face. I swear he was at the bar minutes ago, though. He was just sitting near me. He's clearly drunk.

"Well hi princess." His words are slurred as he tries to converse. "Uhm, hi, you did well in the tournament by the way." Obviously he didn't, but it's just a way to start conversation. "Oh you think so, princess?" He hiccups, getting closer. I lean a bit back, talking a small sip again. "Say, you wanna dance princess?" I don't think he wants to just talk.
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"No thanks, I'm just watching a friend." Calm. That's all I have to be. "That's a shame, princess. Don't you wanna dance, at all?" His words aren't very clear, but I catch on well enough. "No, not at all." I start to feel uncomfortable. My head panics as he tries to get closer, poorly attempting to wrap an arm around my waist. He says something unintelligible. I try to take his arm off me, but his grip tightens. I feel light headed, and my stomach twists. I wish I'd brought a knife tonight.

A shiver goes down my spine as I feel the presence of someone behind me. "I don't suppose you want to be kicked out for harassment, do you?" An intimidating voice cuts off the slurring of the man. I feel his arms retract immediately and smile to myself. I see him scurrying into a crowd. I turn around to face Quackity as he adjusts a fold on his suit. My head is still spinning. "Thank you." I say, a slight slur lace my words. I cannot decipher what he says. I think I see spots in my vision. I can make out a worried expression on his face, but I can hardly warn him of what's to come. I struggle my way to bringing my hand to my head, rubbing it as though trying to soothe the light, spinning feeling. Did the lights here become brighter? I cannot tell. The spots grow bigger and a darkness envelopes the sides of my vision. "I'v-" I try to speak, but I can hardly hear what anyone else is saying. Wasn't this place much louder a while ago? I feel myself losing balance.

The last thing I remember is a pair of arms, and a blur of navy blue and gold.

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My eyes open slowly, adjusting to the light. I sit up, slightly sinking into the soft sheets. Since when was my bed so comfortable? My head is pounding. What the hell happened!? I rub my eyes with my palms,
Wait. Never mind that, where the hell am I!?
A panic washes over my body as I frantically look around, trying to find any familiarity in my surroundings. This is damn well not Hazel's house. She would have already been screaming at something, or I would have seen Aria or something. I look down, my clothing seems untouched, and so do I. My phone is still exactly in the pocket I left it in. I push the button to start it, it still has battery. '7:58' it reads. It's still morning. I try to stand up, but I just flop back down. I feel dizzy, unbalanced. I look to my side, a glass of water lays on the unfamiliar bedside. I sit up again, and in a blurred, dumb moment, I slowly take it and have a sip. It could have been poisoned for all I knew, but I really didn't care. It tastes fresh.