(jealousy - roy woods)
This party was different. Looking more like something they needed. Alcohol with high percents. But their actions was the same, only the people wasn't. They were more on their age.
It was only as they entered, they realised that it was new year's eve. People were all dressed up, along with glittery glasses or colorful hats. They looked so out of place.
The fact that they were young, just meant more chances of getting to steal. Brad was already joining up with a teenage girl. She enjoyed it as much as he enjoyed stealing from her.
Offers with shots was hard to deny, and they were both early drunk. Brad was with another, mainly focusing on the stealing, while Elizabeth was getting even more drunk.
New year's eve. The night to be the person you were the last year, before change. The night of forgetting your worries. They did, but not with everybody's company and party mood. Stealing, alcohol and nothing else.
Two hours later she was walking in the bathroom. She had too much, way too much to drink. The air inside was almost a bit smoked.
"Lucifer?" Elizabeth turned her head, and noticed Brad with a cigarette between his fingers. He had a smirk plastered on his face. Elizabeth was standing against the white wall in the large bathroom. "Why aren't you out there?"
She was just about to ask him the same, when she felt like throwing up. The reason she was there. She crouched down bending over. Elizabeth vomited down the toilet, while Brad quickly held her short blonde hair strands up.
She stood up quickly, maling him put away his hands. "Are you okay?" He chuckled. He found it funny. She just looked at him.
"Right, so when you feel like you drank too much, just go out in the bathroom, and stick two fingers down your throat." He stated. "Much quicker than waiting for it."
Elizabeth didn't answer, which made Brad roll his eyes. She leaned against the cold wall, she only stayed in case she was to throw up again.
"You should do something with your hair, you look like you've just been screwed." Her voice was surprisingly quiet, but also surprisingly annoying to him. Brad scrunched his cigarette down in the sink.
"You're jealous." He looked away, slowly brushing a hand through his hair.
Her eyes flickered between his, then away again. "You're a dick." She breathed out.
Brad put a cigarette between his lips. "You need some." he mumbled while setting fire to the end.
"Go suck one." She said mostly to herself, and turned around walking away from him.
"Will do, baby!" Brad almost called after her with grey smoke coming from his lips. And soon enough it was january the next year.
