Lucky number 4

Gotta go

Shit. Not good. I need to find Menno. Menno that walked off with a guy... The visual my head produces makes me want to hurl up my lunch.

I'll get an uber.

I tell Ella that I don't feel well and want to go home. Ella nods lazily and I realize she may be doing worse than I am. I link my arm in hers and drag her behind me to the exit.

Rodeo 

KAYA OOMEN

Leaving with Ella

Called an Uber

xx

Outside we wait for the Uber to pick us up. Ella is slowly dozing off beside me. I groan trying to support her weight.

"Are you girls alright?"

My head turns on its own greeting the man of the evening.

Dylan. Damn, did he always look this good or is this the alcohol speaking?

I nod, readjusting my grip on Ella. "Yup, just waiting for our Uber." 

Dylan nods. "You're Kaya, right? The new intern from the US?"

I'm surprised he knows my name. "The Netherlands actually. My internship is headquartered in the US." Ella decides in that moment to bail on me completely, her sudden weight taking me by surprise. I smack the side of the road hard, but at least I broke her fall.

"Shit" Dylan curses and squats down to help me pick her up. He lifts her up easily and I'm slightly jealous that that's not me. Our uber arrives and Dylan helps me put Ella in the back of the car. "Do you need help at the hotel?"

"Nope I'll be fine" I lie, crawling in besides my friend. The tiny gymnast inside of me recoils at the thought of accepting help. I'm a strong girl, of course I can carry a drunk girl up to a room. But you're drunk too, the one brain cell left standing whispers. I slap that cell to the curb and put on my most convincing smile.

"Thank you, but I'm sure I can manage. Hope you have a good night."

Dylan smiles reluctantly. "Thanks, you too and good luck."

I smile one more time before pulling the door closed.