Forgive me in Honfleur

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POV Caspar 

Something about Hope seemed off. It was obvious that she was hurt, but I learned my lesson and tried to stay out of it. Maybe a good distraction would help. 

- So you want to go clubbing or just... drinking? - I asked, already knowing the answer. Everyone knew that she hated clubbing. 

- You know what? Let's go dancing tonight! - I lifted my eyebrows in surprise as Hope continued to speak. - I read somewhere there's a party with music from the 80s. 

- Really? Are you sure? 

- Yes! - She was excited. I had a feeling she was trying to escape from what she saw earlier - and I didn't blame her. Man, I would do the same. 

- Okay then! What was the address for that party again? I'll get the cab. - Hope and I walked towards the road. 

- Let's gooo! 

*** 

The party was fun. I had no idea Hope was such a good dancer. 

- You've got some moves! 

- Thank youuu! - She was pretty drunk already. But hey, our goal was to get drunk and have a good time, so! - Look, I can do a worm!

She definitely couldn't.

*** 

- So...  - I had to scream for her to hear me since the music was so loud. 

- No! - Hope didn't let me finish. - I'm not done having fun! 

- Okay. - I smiled. Hope was... tipsy. Which was okay, of course. 

It was a huge relief that no cameras were allowed and people couldn't take pictures of us. 

- I'm still waiting for Britney Spears! - Okay, not tipsy. Drunk. 

- But we're at an 80s party! - I laughed.  

- So? - Hope asked, dancing with her arms. She was being serious (as serious as a drunk person can get!)

- Hope, I think you've had enough. - I said, giggling and twirling her around.

- Nooo! Don't be a party pooper! - She pouted playfully. - I don't want to think about... you know. - She lost all her playfulness in an instant. I knew Joe had girls over sometimes, but I've never wondered how it affected Hope. It's weird that he still wants to see other girls even if they have... whatever they have going on with Hope. 

- As you wish then.

- Yaaay! - She screamed happily, twirling around. 

***

- ...and then I was like: "No! You're the party pooper here!" and that security guy kicked me out. 

- Wow, what a story! - I laughed. Hope was definitely drunk! Sometimes I couldn't understand what she was saying and then she changed the topic so quickly that I didn't even get a chance to ask her what she meant.

- Oh, look! A party with rollerblades! 

- But... - I tried to stop her.

- I haven't been to one of those since... - Hope paused, counting with her fingers, - forever! - At that moment I couldn't stop her. 

***

- Ouchie! - Hope said when she fell for the fourth time in 15 minutes. 

- Are you okay? - I asked, helping her to get up. 

- Sure! I'm so glad they have 80s music here as well! I would dance if I could do it on rollerblades! - She smiled. A song called "Karma Chameleon" started playing. - Let's get something to drink? - I laughed. She wanted to get wasted. And not even on wine!