Rebel Yell

Chapter Six: One Too Many

"Let it out... let it out..." I soothed Bria while rubbing her back.

Bria continued to dry heave in the toilet. Holding Bria's hair while she puked in the bathroom at the biggest club I've ever been to in my life, wasn't exactly how I pictured this night to go. We had only arrived less than 45 minutes ago and Bria was already so drunk from taking copious amounts of shots, that she was already face down in a toilet. Julia was still out on the dance floor, drinking and having a good time. Me being the compassionate one... I've been sitting here with Bria.

"Oh my God..." Bria groaned as she sat up and wiped her lips with her hands.

I pulled at the toilet paper roll, handing Bria some toilet paper to wipe her face off and wipe off any smudged makeup.

"Stay here... I'll go find Julia and we will head home." I sighed standing up.

"No!" Bria shouted, spitting leftover puke out of her mouth making me frown in disgust. "I've puked... I'm fine now. I'm going to eat something and then I'll just stick to fruity drinks...no more tequila."

"Or you could just not drink...and just dance?" I asked cynically.

"Hmm... this is true." Bria bobbed her ahead agreeing.

Placing my purse on top of the of the toilet paper dispenser, I began to dig through searching for my makeup wipes and a small bottle of mouthwash that I always carried with me. Bria stared up at me weirdly as I handed her a makeup wipe and the travel size bottle of mouthwash. She took them and started to chuckle which turned into her busting out laughing making me become annoyed as I just wanted her to clean herself up so we could actually go enjoy the club we were at. Being that I was just 21 years old, this was my first time at a "club". I was more of a "bar" kind of gal as I don't do well with big crowds, but it's so busy in here and I WAS having too much fun with my best friends to even pay much attention to how crowded the bar was.

"You're so fucking weird...who carries shit like this in their purse when they go clubbing?!" Bria snorted.

"People that babysit their friends who get completely shit faced by 8:45..." I snapped back giving her a fake smile.

Bria glared at me before pushing herself up off of the bathroom floor and holding the makeup wipe and mouthwash up at me, "Well... thanks. Is it really only 8:45?" She asked with a sigh.

"Yeah dude...please pace yourself. The club only opened at 8..." I replied throwing my purse over my shoulder.

Bria nodded as we walked out of the bathroom stall, some girls turned and looked at us weird. One girl in the corner by the paper towel dispenser and hand dryer stared back at us with bloodshot eyes. Naturally, I looked away trying not to seem rude and end up getting involved in confrontation. Bria on the other hand walked over to her and whispered something to her making the girl nod and motion Bria back over to the stall that we just came out of. The girl wiped under her nose and sniffled as she walked past me with Bria following. I squinted my eyes suspiciously as I stood outside of the stall until they finally came back out of it only a minute later.

"Alright. Give me a minute in here... I'll be completely sober in just a moment." Bria announced as she gave a nod of acknowledgment at the girl who was just in the stall with her.

"Oh really? You going to snort some cocaine in there?" I asked shaking my head in disbelief.

"Well would you rather me sick from being too drunk? Do you know what cocaine does when you're wasted like this? Hmm?" Bria asked me impatiently.

"No, Bria. I don't. I've never done it before." I replied looking away from her, folding my arms across my chest.

"Yeah? Well it sobers you up. So if anything you should be happy that you won't have to babysit me anymore." Bria mocked me in a whiny tone, slamming the bathroom stall shut.