First Light

32 new years p3

Jonah cheers as we get back to the room.

"What took you so long?" Becca asks. Her words don't slur at all. She seems to be a lot less drunk than the other two.

"You better not have been making out in the kitchen." Jonah chips in before Marlo and I get a chance to answer, dissolving into a fit of giggles.

I laugh it off. Becca scowls at me.

"Jonah, stop." Marlo's tone is firm, and Jonah gasps at this.

"I'm joking, you know I'm joking."

"Think you've had a bit too much to drink, mate." Marlo says, then turns to me with an apologetic expression as if to say sorry on Jonah's behalf.

Everything is normal and quiet for the remainder of the movie, and then everyone moves outside to the garden so we can watch the fireworks.

That is, until Becca wants to do shots. Tequila shots. She winces as soon as she does the first one, pushing Emily out of the way to get to the juice.

"Oh my god, that is fucking disgusting," She grabs the lemonade, picking it up, and somehow manages to almost completely miss her mouth.

Lemonade spills all down the front of her top and onto the grass. White top, might I add, which was already low-cut in the first place, now exposes even more of herself as it is now see-through. Luckily, her bra is a bright neon-pink kind of shade so it's not as if you can see it at all.

"Oh, now, you've fucking done it," Jonah says, laughing.

"Oops." Becca is grinning ear-to-ear. Her eyes flick towards me and she smirks so I know she's done it on purpose.

Marlo sighs impatiently, standing up to hand her what is left of the tissue. She stands up too, only suddenly loses her balance when he's near enough to her, falling on him.

Anger floods into my chest and stomach.

He pushes her upright again, but it's as if she's lost all ability to function her legs because she continues to lean on him, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Shit, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine."

Becca leans in even closer to him, head on his chest, eyes closed. It looks as though he is holding her entire body-weight right now. She begins to take her top off, lifting the hem up first, the others saying "no, no, no".

Marlo pushes her hand away from it. "You're really drunk, Becca, you don't know what you're doing."

Oh but she does.

She grumbles, swaying again, and then asks Marlo for his hoodie, tugging on the drawstrings. He refuses, and then her hands grab the hem of it and she pulls it up quickly, pulling his top underneath too, and her hands are on his skin and her hands are on his skin.

Like he's her's.

Marlo:

I sit Becca back down rather harshly on the lawn chair, but honestly I don't really care, she's already pissed me off with what she's done and how she's acted in the past few seconds. I'm overly aware that each second I'm here is a second that Faye is walking further and further away from everyone, into the house.

I point at Jonah and then point at her, and he seems to understand I'm telling him to watch her, despite his state. He's not as drunk as she seems to be, though.

I then jog, almost run, back inside to where Faye's gone, I can deal with getting Becca a fucking change of clothes later, something of Jonah's. All I'm focused on right now is getting to Faye.