Malcom

Chapter 5

I try looking at him with a serious face but I laugh and say, well, more like slur, "I just went shopping, saw some sights, came here, met these two incredibly sexy woman." I blow a kiss over to Lyla and Rylan and they giggle in reply.

"So you think it's okay to run off for 7 hours, no text, no call? Nothing? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I can see he's concerned but only half of my brain is functioning right now so I instead reply with "Who are you? The party pooooperrrr! Lil pooper of the party you are huh?" followed by me booping his nose and and letting out a drunk giggle.

"How much did you have to drink? You're wasted Lex."

"Not enough." I slur out sassily, my body starting to feel a little heavy.

"Alright I think it's time go, come on." He takes my drink out of my hand and sets it on the counter of the bar to his left and as he reaches out to grab my arm I run over to Lyla and Rylan to tell them bye.

"So he's the long story huh?" Rylan teases.

"I'll fill you in later," I blush and smile "here's my phone, put your numbers in so I can text you guys in the morning." I hand them my phone.

"Alright Lex, let's go." Malcom says, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Lyla hands back my phone and I give them both a hug.

"Get home safe tonight girls I love youuuuu!" I say as Malcom drags me by my arm towards the door.

"We will girl! Love you! Get home safe!" They yell to me before I cross the threshold between the club and outside. It feels much more peaceful out here.

"Give me your keys, I'm driving you home." He holds out his hand towards me, open and waiting.
I grab my keys out of my pocket and slur, "If you crash this beauty, I will genuinely steal every one of your toes, cook them into a soup, and make you eat them." He looks at me concerned.

"Uh, I think we'll be fine. Common, get in the car." He holds open the passenger side door for me as I slide down into my bucket seats.

"Oh yeah, this shit is fucking great." I slur, my eyelids feeling heavy.

"Let's get you home."
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"Come on we're here, wake up." I hear a voice waiting me out of a drunken slumber.

"5 minutes." I groan into the door panel. "Or, just carry meee." I slouch back into the seat, my vision starting to tunnel, and eventually fade back into darkness.
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"Fuck." I say as I squint, the morning sun was shining through my window, absolutely blinding me, and making my pounding headache feel 10 times worse.
"How'd I even get home?" I said out loud, making an attempt to sit up, but fell back into my silk pillows, groaning and holding my head.
Why did I drink so much? I never want to feel like this again.

I gave myself 10 more minutes before gradually getting up and dragging myself to the bathroom, hoping a nice warm shower would help wash off this grogginess. I stripped off my clothes and headed towards the shower, turning it on and waiting till it warmed up. I stuck my hand in to check the temperature. Once it was to my liking, I hopped in and let the water pool over me. Brushing my hands through my hair, separating the strands through the water, I thought back to last night, trying to remember what had happened but my mind was blank. I sighed to myself.
Once I finished my shower, I brushed my teeth. After I was done, I grabbed my blowdryer and beach wave iron and began to style my hair.

About 3 hours later, I was finally ready, and feeling 10 times better than I did when I woke up. I had chosen to wear my baggy faded grey jeans with stitching and some chains that were clipped to the belt loop, paired with a belt that had silver skulls on it and a white early 2000's styled long sleeve shirt. My makeup was the same as always, dark wings, pretty lashes, and natural colored lipstick. I checked myself out in the mirror one more time before exiting my room into the hallway. Closing the door behind me, I noticed that Malcom's door stood slightly ajar, leading me to assume that he was probably around the house, or out somewhere. I let out an anxious sigh before  cautiously making my way into the kitchen. I grab something to eat, grab a few cold water bottles from the fridge and head back towards my room. I set two of the waters down on the vanity before heading over to my closet. I walk over to the right corner of my gigantic walk in closet and grab the chest off the second to last shelf and opened it. A smirk etched itself across my lips as I laid my eyes on my beautiful bongs. This one! I grabbed one that looked like a horse head, the mouth piece at the top of its head between the ears, and the bowl piece in the chest area. Heading back out into the room, I grab my jar and water off the vanity and head out into the backyard towards the garden to smoke.