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I was just finishing my fourth glass of beer when I asked the bartender for another.

I handed him my card and gave him a wink. 

He was quite good looking but not nearly as good looking as Harry.

Alcohol made me way more courageous than usual and definitely more bubbly and flirty.

He just smiled and swiped the card before pouring me another beer.

He sat the glass of amber liquid in-front of me and placed the card beside it.

I looked at his name tag and vaguely made out the name Josh.

Josh walked away to serve other customers as I was left, once again, alone to drink my icy cool beverage.

I only half finished my glass before Josh was back, but this time he started conversation.

'What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone?' he questioned

That was so cheesy and cliché I swear I had seen it in at least 4 different movies, but he was kinda cute.

'My fian-friends' I covered up the fact that I was engaged pretty well considering my alcohol intake so far 'are all in Sydney so I decided to come for a drink alone this afternoon.'

'Well,' Josh spoke 'It's almost 4 pm and I finish at 4 so maybe you could come with me for a drink? Or we could stay here?'

'That sounds cool Josh' I smiled and blushed a bit.

'What's your name by the way?' he questioned as he looked at the glass he was filling with alcohol.

'Shanna' I spoke quietly, I don't know if I even made a noise.

'Is there a last name to that Shanna?' he joked, probably actually wanting to know.

'Nope, it's just plain Shanna.' I laughed and so did Josh.

'Well Shanna I better finish off then I will come back over in a few. Do you wanna find us a table somewhere?' He spoke as he walked off and around a corner.

I grabbed my card and hopped off of the bar stool and began to head for a table with two seats that was only a few meters away.

I went to step and almost fell over.

Wow, four and a half beers took their effect on me quickly. They certainly did the job because I couldn't feel my either of my feet and my head felt light as a feather.

I slowly made my way to the table and took a seat on the left side, waiting for Josh to come back around the corner and sit with me.

-*-

Josh returned only a few minutes later with a glass of red wine and a glass of beer.

'Red for the lady.' He spoke with a fake british accent which made me laugh, until it reminded me of Harry and then my mood was slightly dimmed.

'So Josh, what is the most popular beer?' I questioned as I sipped the wine

'Well we brew our own beer here, called 'Home Brew' really original name don't you think!' He laughed and I giggled.

'Do you work?' He asked

'Yeah,' I lied ' I actually work from home' I sipped the wine again.

'Oh cool, what do you do?' He pursued the topic of work.

'I-um cook cakes and sweets for special occasions.' I lied again.

'Awesome! So you're a chef?' He seemed really intrigued.

'No not really, I just learned from my mum and taught myself really.'

'Cool cool.' he sat back in his chair and drank a mouthful of beer from his glass.  

-*-

The conversation carried on for a good few hours and it was beginning to get dark outside.

I was definitely beyond tipsy and far into the drunk category.

I shared some bead sticks with Josh but that was all I had eaten since my salad at lunch.

'I better get home, gotta do some cakes tomorrow.' I slurred more than expected 

'Oh sure, you want me to drop you home?' Josh slurred also, but not as much as me.

'No, 'M fiiiine.' I giggled

'Kay then Shan, I'll see you soon?' He asked, tilting his head slightly. Reminding me of a little puppy dog.

'Sure thing! I'll see you soon.' 

With a smile and a hug I was out the door and walking into the warm Summer night air.

I started heading towards my apartment, stumbling quite a bit.

I got to a T-junction and looked to my left and right before stepping onto the road.

I walked with a wobble over to the other side of the road and went to step up onto the curb but completely missed and fell straight onto my face. 

I was too drunk to get my hand out in time.

I rolled onto my back and clutched my nose in pain.

'FU.CK!' I screeched as I curled into a ball and began crying.

-*-

I eventually got my shi.t together and continued the trek home, stumbling here and there.

It probably took another 25 minutes to get home from when I fell, which was way too long. 

But considering how drunk I was it was pretty fast and I managed not to fall over or trip again.

I tumbled into the apartment heading straight for the bedroom and getting into bed and falling asleep almost instantly.

Dreams flooded my intoxicated self and I was in a state of bliss, colours filling my eyes and relaxing me. 

Helping me forget everything, my worries, doubts, troubles, fears.

Perfection.

-*-

I woke up with a startle as my once blissful dreams somehow morphed into dreadfull nightmares.

I really needed to pee as I had consumed quite a lot of liquid at the bar.

I can vaguely remember getting home but not really.

I check the time and it is 2 am.

Rolling out of bed I head for the bathroom and go to the toilet. 

As I went into the bathroom to wash my hands I heard a bang, like a draw or cupboard come from the lounge-room or kitchen.

I don't bother investigating as I know I closed and locked the door both times I went through it.

Heading to the bedroom again I clamber back into bed and the sheets are still warm, just as I left them only moments ago.

It only took two or so minutes for me to fall back asleep and be in my own little world, surrounded by dreams.

I wasn't thinking of Harry, the baby, the drinks, Josh, my family, friends or anyone. Just myself. 

Me.

Myself.

And I...

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