It Happened Like This

SIX

It Happened Like This

Chapter Six

"Damn it! Shit!" Dallas yelled, rising to his feet to escape the vomit-covered sheets.

I got the feeling that this could potentially have gone better. I'm not quite sure how, but there are ways it could have gone better.

I stood as well but soon had to bend over, clutching my stomach and groaning. I suddenly remembered why alcohol is not so fun.

"Christ! I ain't cleaning that up!" Dallas yelled, staring at me with slight horror evident in his eyes. I don't believe this is what usually happened when girls came to his room.

"Ugh, I'm sorry, okay?" I finally croaked out. My throat felt like hell.

After knowing Dallas Winston, I imagined Hell should be easy.

"Alright, alright," His words did not sound like he was 'alright.' He was scowling whilst biting his lip, if that was possible. Dallas ran a hand through his dark locks and blew out a breath of air, seemingly busy thinking hard about something.

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say, really. At this point, I was thoroughly embarrassed and ready to go home.

Then, it occurred to me that I couldn't very well go home because I was meant to be staying at Judy's, but at this point I had good reason to believe she wouldn't be going home either. Well, damn.

"Look, just- just get out, alright?" Dallas finally acknowledged me.

"Where would I go?"

"Gee, I don't know- your house?" Dallas said obviously.

I rolled my eyes, "I can't. I was supposed to be staying at Judy's tonight."

"The little blonde?" I nodded, but he had already continued, "Look, that's not my problem. Just get out."

I could tell by his sassy tone that he was not in the mood for chit-chat. He jerked a pack of cigarettes from a drawer in his dresser, yanking one out unceremoniously and lighting it.

"Well- well..." I stuttered, unsure of what to do as I had never been in such a situation before.

"Damn, just get out!" He yelled at me, waving his arms toward the door incredulously.

So I did. I hurried out of his room with an annoyed huff and a glare, making sure to slam his door loudly on the way out. The thin faded walls of Buck's shook a bit, making me feel slightlyoff balance.

After my embarrassing vomit episode, I was feeling significantly more sober. I was still a little tipsy, but much less intoxicated in comparison to my previous state. Rather than feeling a buzz, I was now beginning to experience the after-effects of the drinks, which started off with an annoying headache.

Buck's was still bustling with people, so I had to push my way through the thinning crowd to get to the bar's front entrance. The city was fully cloaked with darkness when I stepped out of the bright bar and into the night. Because it was summer, the nights were still warm, but still a slight breeze chilled my bare legs and arms, making me regret the small black dress that adorned me.

I took a seat on one of the bar's front steps, contemplating my options for what to do next. It would be wrong and very awkward if I were to sneak into Judy's place to stay the night, not to mention the explaining I'd have to do if her parents or one of her many siblings were to wonder why I'd come back all alone.

I'd only been sitting for a few minutes when the bar's door swung wide open once again. I stood up cautiously when I saw an older man step out of the building with a stumble in his stride. Obviously a drunk.