I watch her make her way to the door; I take one more sip of my drink and went out to follow her. I stop near the bushes to talk to Ethan, a friend of mine. I try hard not to tell him that his breath is nearly killing me. I grin at my drunken friend and nod at him as I ignore his murmurs about who-knows-what. I spot Angela at the corner of my eye. I keep nodding and chuckling at Ethan as I spy on her.
"Angela! Where are you going?" Her friend asks, loud enough for me to hear.
"I'm going home." Angela grins at her. "It's almost two thirty in the morning."
"It's too early to go." Her friend pouts.
"Kaye. You're drunk as hell!" She laughs.
Kaye gives her a sheepish smile. "Yeaah! And so are you!"
"I only had two cups of it." Angela argues, raising four fingers up.
I continue to watch her, she balances herself as she walk towards her car. She sits on the driver's seat. I can't see that much anymore. My eyes are numb, my head's spinning like a disco ball, my sight is kind of blurry. I drag myself near her car. Ethan follows me and continues blabbering about shit.
I watch Angela laugh alone in her car, she rubs her head and starts driving away. She was fast. I run near the gates. I whisper to myself, Angela Hudson is a horrific driver, and being drunk isn't an exception.
