Trudeau

Wasted Nights Alone

State of the Art (A.E.I.O.U.) - Jim James

All Night - Chance the Rapper (babe)

Retrograde - James Blake

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I flip through the news, seeing that the only news worth covering in Canada is the fact that Justin met Obama today. Pictures of the Trudeau family landing in D.C. are plastered all over the news. I pour myself a glass of wine in-between snap chatting Daniel, the guy from the ball the other night. The slightly bitter taste calm me down a little bit. I all of the sudden get a call from Daniel. 

"Uh, Hi Daniel?" I answer, confused. 

"Hey, so all of us interns are going out tonight. Your snapchats look sad, so we're going to pick you up in thirty. Hope you're ready!" Daniel spits out in a matter of seconds. 

"Wait - Daniel, I can't go out with y'all! I'm not just an intern!" I argue, looking at my appearance in the mirror. I'm in no shape to go out tonight. 

"Oh, come on, you're all alone! Anyway, drinks on me the entire night. My parents still cover me."  Daniel adds. I can practically hear his smile. 

I shrug, "I can't turn down a free drink." I sprint to my closet. "I'll see you in thirty." I say goodbye and hangup. I stare at my closet for a moment. All hope is lost. "Well shit." I look at my sad work clothes. "What the fuck am I goi-oh, I got it." I grab the infamous white dress after berating myself over the fact that I just said that all out loud. 

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Too bad Justin isn't here. I sigh as I glance at myself in the mirror. I decided to do messy curls with my hair, as it required practically no effort. I slip on my black pumps. I feel my phone buzz. It's Daniel.

"I'm coming!" I grab my silver handbag and stumble to the door. These heels are going to be entertaining tonight. 

"Okay!" Daniel replies and hangs up as I make my way down the elevator. 

When I reach the outside of my building, I see a little Prius full of 4 people. It looks like a clown car. "Jesus, Daniel, how many people are there in your car?" I laugh. 

He sighs, his light blue eyes light up, "Too many." 

Daniel opens the door for me, I smile at him and slip in. As soon as the door shuts I turn towards my fellow car mates. 

"Hi, I'm Tommy!" A blond greets me with thick brown eyebrows and soft brown eyes. 

"Nora!" The girl riding shotgun turns around and her short auburn hair flips around. 

"I'm Jill!" A girl who has mastered the modern grunge look, apparently. 

"And I'm Kevin!" A man says with his gravelly voice. I turn towards him and notice his ruffly "I just got out of bed, but not really" black hair and his slight scuffle. He is handsome, I'll give him that. 

"Hey guys! Nice to meet y'all! I'm obviously Eliza." I softly smile at the small crowd who is staring at me. I try to create a conversation, "So where exactly are we going?" 

"This new club, Bacchus." Jill replies, without looking up from her phone. "It's supposed to be the best in Ottawa. It's not far from here, actually." 

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I down my fourth shot. Damn I haven't partied like this since college. I realize there is sweat beginning to form on my body. The dance floor is crammed with bodies. At this point my mind is losing rationality.

"Hey, let's dance!" Daniel grabs me. 

"I'm going to need another drink if that's about to happen!" I try to joke above the music. I take one more shot before Daniel takes me to the crowded floor. I feel the alcohol take over my body as I begin to sway with the music. Not paying attention to who is watching, I don't notice the hands that take hold of my waist and pull me close. I continue dance. Soon, as my body feels the heat from all the bodies around me (and partially from the ten drinks I've had tonight), I let loose. I turn around and see it's Daniel who's hands are pinned to my waist. For a moment he pulls our sweaty bodies together. And in an instant, his lips are pinned against mine. I feel myself kiss back, but only for a second before I rip away my body. The two of us stare at each other for a moment. Before he can say anything, I sprint (well, as fast as you can run in pumps) out of the club. The cold Canadian air hits my face. 

The security guard looks at me funny, "Ma'am, can I help you?" 

I slur my words, "I just," I sigh, "I just really need a cab." 

The security guard nods and calls one over. He helps me in. 

"Thank you!" I smile, "You know my boyfriend used to do what you do! Now he works in the go-nevermind." I slur. The security guard nods before closing the door. I give the cab driver my address and in five minutes we're there. I pay him and stumble out. 

"Why is this so hard to do?" I start to cry as my key won't turn. I grab my phone and call the only person who could possible unlock a door. 

"Oh my goodness, Eliza, where are you? I've been trying to get ahold of you since eight. It's 2:00!" Justin instantly says, slightly irritated. 

I cry, "Justin," I barely manage to get the words out of my mouth coherently, "I can't unlock my door!" 

I hear a sigh at the other end, "Are you drunk?"

"I'M GOING TO BE HOMELESS!" I break out into a huge sob and wipe the waterfall of tears away. 

I swear I hear him laugh, "Stand up." I do what he says, "Now, is the jagged side of the key facing upwards or downwards?" 

"Upwards, obviously!" I roll my eyes as I stumble against the door for a moment. I try to regain my balance. 

Another deep sigh, "Eliza, babe, turn the key around." I turn the jagged side downward and slide it easily into the door. I turn the key, and magically, it unlocks. 

"OH MY GOD, JUSTIN YOU ARE MY SAVIOR!" I burst into my apartment. 

He chuckles, "Eliza, go take a shower and then call me so I know you survived the shower." Justin laughs. 

"I will. What were you saying earlier?" I fall onto the couch to take off my heels. 

 "Nothing, I'll tell you in the morning. Also, get a glass of water." Justin insists. 

"Ugh," I walk over to the water in my fridge, which ironically is next to the wine, "You know my wine is right next to my water." I drunkenly brag. 

"Eliza - don't even think about it. I'm worried about you enough right now." Justin's voice calm, yet commanding. 

"Alright, alright. water it is. This time." I roll my eyes like a teenage girl who just got grounded. 

"Now go shower, love you." Justin tells me. 

I roll my eyes again, "Ugh, why are you asking me to do so much!?" I complain as I head to the bedroom. 

"Is this what an adolescent you was like?" Justin asks as I take off my dress. 

"Imagine this but like with an attitude." I take off my underwear. "Now do you want me to get in the shower or talk to you?" 

"Get in the shower. Then call me back to tell me you survived and then go to bed. I'll call in the morning." Justin plans it all out. 

"Okay, love you." I say goodbye. 

"Love you, too." Justin hangs up. 

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A/N: First off, writers block sucks. I've wanted to write something good for this chapter, but since I graduated I've had THE WORST writers block ever. I need to write, but I have no quality content TO write. It sucks. Also, Donald Trump suck ass. First he backs out of the paris climate agreement, then he attacks the mayor of London. JFC. ALSO, WATCH A TV SHOW CALLED "THE LEFTOVERS" IT'S THE BEST THING ON THE PLANET!