Spilled Wine

Chapter Four

The amazing Lauren Laurice as Emily!
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"Ooo, you pissed off some hot, rich dude. Good work, Amelia." Emily commented sarcastically.

   "No, its not 'nice work' this man could sue me for all I'm worth!" I exasperated. I placed my index finger and my thumb to the bridge of my nose and sighed. "I can't go back there Em, if he sees me I'm dead. Dead. Gone. Toast. Murdered. Whatever you want to call it!"

"Oh, come on! It cant be that bad. I mean if he didn't threaten to sue you on the spot, I don't think he will later." She rolled her eyes. She thought I was over exaggerating, but I saw those men. They look like they could kill me and nobody would find out. And I was not about to play a game of Russian Roulette. I turn around and head towards the bathroom to wash off any and all memories from this night. But before I can Emily stops me.

   "Wait," she begins with a smirk growing on her face, "was he cute?"

   "Are you kidding me? I could die and you want to know if my soon-to-be murderer is attractive."

    "Yes, I have my priorities in line." she smiles, "Now tell me!"

   I sign, "Yes, Emily he was insanely gorgeous and had a deep voice that made my panties drop, ok?"

She dramatically grabbed her heart and sighed, "Yes, that is all I wanted to hear. Now when you die, I can rest knowing the last thing you saw was an incredibly gorgeous man." She was about to leave the room when a still-very-drunk Jessica came waltzing in.

   "Listen guysss..." She slurred, "I don't know what kinda s-shit happened to me or Amelia but I do know that the alcohol was expensive as fuck, so like, if I wake up angry, just remind me that I drank some elite shit ok?" She spun on her heel and was about to walk back into the bathroom and continue her puking session when she paused and held one finger in the air, "Wait a minute. Amelia, do you remember the guy you were yelling at before we left?"

   Now you know how in the movies when someone is really nervous, the camera zooms in on that one drop of sweat on their forehead? Yeah, that's what I felt was happening to me.

   "Uh...No, not really. Why?" I inquired.

"He was really checking you out before both of you went all beast mode."

Blush creeps it's way into my face and I brush off Emily's raised brows whispering that she was drunk and was probably imagining it. And as I was trying to convince Emily it meant nothing I realized I was trying to convince myself. I was burning up and needed to calm down. As I head toward the bathroom to wash my face with cold water, Jessica giggles really loud, sighs and then collapses on the ground.

Emily and I rush over and hold up her head making sure she doesn't choke on her own fucking tongue. I push back my hair with both hands and fall back onto the hard wood floors, still in my sweaty white dress.

I was suppose to be the one black out drunk. I mean for gods sake my boyfriend cheated on me! But nooo I'm still sober...ish.

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   I wake up with a stiff neck and back. Sitting myself up, I look around our apartment and it's dead quite for once. Usually Jessica and I are blasting music when we wake up and annoy Emily who is more of a peaceful soul. To be honest I don't know why she sticks with us but I'm happy she does. She balances the craziness in the apartment. My ears perk up when I hear bare feet pad against the white tiles in the kitchen. Emily leans against the doorframe in a white robe with wet hair and two mugs of camomile tea in her hands. She gives me a small smile and walks over to me.