Lemons

Sour Lemon

"It's Bee's party tonight."

"Yeah, you've told me about ten times."

"I need outfit advice."

"Your black dress."

"It's a bit dressy?"

"Nah. Just wear a leather jacket and heels."

"I wanted to wear converse..."

"Gosh, your weird. Fine do that."

"Thank youuuu."

....

"Wow."

"What?"

"That's a great co-ord. Where's it from?"

"H&M? Got it ages ago."

"Well you look good."

"Thanks?"

....

"Hey guys! Drinks are in the kitchen. I'm well buzzed. Lots of people have made it, I'm going to have to stop letting people in soon."

"You have such a big house so surely it's mustn't be such a problem?"

"We have like a hundred people. I don't know... You guys look pretty, blonde and brunette."

"Fair enough... I'm going to get a drink. Coming Sam?"

"Maybe in a minute. I'm just going to talk about psychology work with Lucy."

"See you later."

"Yeah, bye..."

...

"What the... Oh..."

"Avery? Where are you going?"

"Home. I don't feel well."

"You do look a bit peaky."

"...."

"Is it Sammy?"

"I saw her kissing Lucy Morrah."

"I'm sorry."

"I thought I couldn't handle it but I really can't."

"It's okay... Stop crying, you'll ruin your makeup silly. I'll take you home. You need to get the alcohol out of your system. How much did you have?"

"Three glasses of WKD, five of lambrini and a shot."

"Idiot."

"Small cups."

"Still."

"Lightweight."

"Come on, you drunk little pickle."

"What the hell was that Jess?"

"A title you deserve."

"I'm too tired and sad to argue."

"This is a moment worth noting."

"I hate you."

"Careful. I'm the one taking care of you."

"Uhhg, fine. You're the best."